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[blameitoninsomnia]

you say he's too small — love and deepspace

including. zayne, xavier, rafayel, sylus, caleb

warnings. fem! reader, brat taming, dirty talk, rough syx, big dicks, they took it personal, petnames used: darling, sweetheart, princess, brat, pretty girl

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ zayne

not the reaction you've expected yet zayne laughs like you've straight up offended him— a low, vicious sound dragging through the lengths of his throat as his hands dig into your flesh, dragging you down on his cock until your breathing was caught sharp in your throat.

"you wanna run your mouth, pretty girl?" his voice sinks low, dragging through the heat between you like smoke, his gaze glinting with something cruel and sweet, "then take all of it, come on, take every inch."

he grabs your ass with roughened palms, pulling you flush against him as he fucks into you with a brutal snap of his hips, "really, so small?" he spits, "you really wanna lie like that when you're leaking down your thighs?" as he starts pounding into you like he's trying to prove a point, thrust until your slick walls take his shape, pulse around him like he's the only thing you've ever known as each thrust felt heavier than the last— utterly thick and brutal rubbing on your walls, so deep it made your eyes roll back.

"can't even handle me," he growls, "you keep trying to squirm away— where's all that bratty shit show now?" you're crying from overstimulation, in fact, everything was just way too hot and too wet, your ass tingling where his hands kept slapping it, squeezing and holding you into place.

"darling," he pants, "you said it, yeah? now you take it," and zayne doesn't stop, not until he's spilling into you with a broken groan, pressing down so you cannot move an inch, grinding through the aftershocks just to make sure it sticks.

"that feel small?" he exhales through his teeth, something like a laugh dying in his throat as he sinks deeper into your warmth, "cause you'll be leaking for me for hours."

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ xavier

"...what did you just say?" confusion draws over xavier's facial features as his voice drops into a tone that doesn't even sound human anymore— turning quite disbelieving as his pupils blow wide, staring at you like he might devour you whole.

"you're really gonna say i'm small in the middle of it?" to tease him a little further, you decide to utter it once more, just to see what he'll do and fuck— he snaps, rightfully so as he grabs your thighs, spreads you open with both hands, wide enough that it burns, so you can see the outline of him as he slides back in, "does that feel small?" he snarls, voice thick with possession and something even worse— the urgency to prove you wrong.

"look at your pussy, baby, swallowing me like it's starving— look how fucking deep i am," and you do look as it ruins you, the way he stretches you, the fat base of his cock dragging against something so sensitive it made your stomach seize up, the wet squelch of your cunt fluttering around every inch he buries inside.

he draws back just enough to look, eyes gleaming like he's studying something rare and irreplaceable as his palm snaps sharp against your inner thigh, not out of rage but precision— a sound so wet and filthy it bloomed between you as he watches the recoil with a kind of cold interest that bordered on worship.

"don't lie, you're dripping, look, and i've barely even started moving," as he turns his head down and spits— right where you're joined, thumb smearing the globule of saliva into your clit and mixing it up with the filthy mess, like he wanted to make you see how wrong you were.

"i'll ruin you slow," xavier promises, voice husky, "fuck you until you can't sit without thinking of me, if this is small—" he thrusts deep and laughs, your vision whitening out, "—then you better pray i never really stretch you open."

your nails dig into his back like you're trying to anchor yourself to reality, in fact, to him, to anything, really— because you see, the way he fits inside you was devastating, your stomach coiling and wracked with the agony of being sprawled too rough, his cum thick and endlessly coming in white, warm ribbons as he groans with sin and need, as if your bodies were made only to drown together.

your breath catches onto every gasp as if even the air has become too much for you to endure, your hips stuttering and grinding without meaning, most importantly without will, just chasing the friction that made you feel alive as his cock was the only thing grounding you towards your pleasure.

a fractured hiss slips from him, the sound of a man too far gone as his jaw clenched, eyes wild, like your cunt was some divine punishment and he was utterly grateful to be ruined by it, "that's right, feel how big i really am, sweetheart."

"say it," xavier hisses like he's savoring it, like he wanted you to hear the desperation in his lungs, "say i'm not small— say you love how i fill you up," and you do, because it's true, correct? every single inch of you was wrecked by now, opened up around his cock like you were made to stay there.

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ rafayel

"oh?" rafayel gives you an intrigued look, his eyes flicking to where you're spread wide for him, all flushed and aching and already gushing around his cock yet spelling out something so laughable, "small?" you don't get the chance to respond before he pushes in with one fast snap of hips— rougher than he had any right to go as he smiles when your legs begin to shake immediately.

"funny," he hums, "considering the way you're clenching down on me like you cannot let go," he stops mid thrust when you whisper it once more, his cock stilled inside within a long pause as you can hear the tick of his jaw when he exhales.

he leans over you now, hand palming your breasts hard enough to make you gasp out into his mouth, "but you're trembling," he drawls underneath his exhale with his jaw locked, like the feel of your walls tensing around him was too much— like it was destructive on him of how tight you were, how greedy and how bratty you were to him yet rafayel still wanted more.

the man watches you like he's analyzing a painting, "you seem to struggle from something so small?"

"you feel that, no?" he growls, hips grinding in slow, devastating circles, "that's me stretching you out, filling every fucking inch— claiming you, so tell me again, come on, who's too small?"

at this point, you cannot even form the simplest of words, drooling down your own chin as your cunt was squelching and twisting around him loud enough to echo within your bedroom as he just grins filthily.

"that's what i thought," rafayel whispers, his tongue moves in slick circles over your tits, voice low like a secret carved out of sin as if he's telling your body what he's going to do without ever asking, like your entire soul was already promised to him, "you're gonna keep me inside for hours, sweetheart, i'll keep cumming until your body knows the shape of me."

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ sylus

what got sylus the most was the way you've said it to him— quite soft yet smug, with a saccharine coated pout like you're honestly disappointed in his ability to pleasure you.

what else was he supposed to do other than still himself inside you in shock, the deafening silence that followed next not really being silence, because in reality the atmosphere was charged— you could compare it to an animatic stillness as his grip on your wrists were slowly tightening just enough to make you shiver under him, "you know what you just said?" his voice echoes softly against your cheek, too soft, in fact, as if he was trying the words out on his tongue like a wine he's about to spit out.

the laugh he lets out next was the last warning you'll get, because sylus doesn't say anything else— he just grabs both of your ankles and folds you in half, hips snapping forward with a brutal slam that punches the breath straight out of your chest.

"so small?" he grits, voice breaking into something high and ragged, hips jerking as he fucks you into the mattress like he's attempting to fuck the thought straight out of your darling skull, "you're creaming all over me like you need it, and you've got the nerve to lie like that?"

your tits bounce from the force of his hips, and of course, of course, his hands are all over them, squeezing and pinching your nipples, spreading the mounds of flesh as if trying to claim every inch he's obsessed over as he leans in, biting down just under your nipple, growling, "gonna call me small when you can't even take all of me?"

"all this mess, and you still wanna lie?" and you feel it— the tension between your legs, the burning stretch and your swollen folds, how slick your pussy sounded every time he slams himself back in, every twitch of his thickness dragging against your soaked walls, your body straining and holding, straining and holding, the sheer pressure of him inside you enough to make your vision go halo, like you're being reshaped from the inside out into something that belonged to him.

alas, you put a mental sticker inside your head to never lie to sylus again— you simply can't, in fact, you're already crying from the rough pace he's going for, shaking so bad he has to hold you in place by your wrists just to keep going.

you feel him add additional grinds on your pussy whenever you swallowed him whole, his tip pinching against your sweet spot every time he sinks too deep— like he's reshaping your frame, like your body was always meant to swell around the size of him.

you sob out his name while being stuffed full, thighs shaking from the pressure as he bears down on you, a rhythm built from slow destruction, the pressure inside you mounting as your belly contracts tight, your cunt milking him raw and seizing from how thick and hard he moves and shoves his hips, "there, there's your truth, not so small now, am i?"

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ caleb

caleb pauses, his brain rewiring and blinking down at you in complete disbelief, "you really think that's funny?" he asks you earnestly mid thrust, like he didn't just bottom out and leave you totally whiny underneath his broad figure.

you nod devilishly, lips curled up into a smug little grin when, well, that's what does it, really— with that he leans into you like a challenge, tucking a hand behind your head with his fingers tangled tight in your hair, fucking through the tightness of your hole, all the way until you choke up his name, your smirk suddenly crumbling.

caleb kisses the corner of your tear stricken eye, his ragged breathing warm against your cheek as he coos, "not so small now, huh? it's like your body knows who it belongs to."

the man only just begun and doesn't think your thighs shaking around his waist was enough for you to understand to never say that again, not when your mouth falls open with a strangled moan of his name, not when you attempt to whine that it's too much when he just shushes you sweetly with his soft lips.

"hm, i forgot i'm dating a comedic," he says it like it hurts him and for a second, you see it flicker in his eyes, real heartbreak, or just feigned innocence? before his gaze twists into something dark, near devotional, "princess, oh princess," he coos, grabbing your face in both hands and fucking into you slow and tender like he's trying to reach your heart from underneath, "no, you don't mean that, you're just being cruel, aren't you? just trying to get me to break?"

his cock pulses deep inside you, thick and dragging over every trembling ridge of your cunt as your toes curl and your legs kick just a little, involuntary from the stretch, "you feel that, baby? you feel how your pussy's milking me already? tell me— does something small make your breath hitch like that?"

to caleb, there was nothing more mesmerizing than hearing your voice falling apart, adoring it whenever he's making you taste the consequences of every bratty little lie you've told him, "oh, you're perfect, you're so damn tight i can feel everything, you're gonna take it all for me, every inch, yeah? and then i'll ask if you still think it's small, okay?"

your whines come out in shattered bursts, your vision blurring as your body clenches around him, mind fraying at the edges from the slow, relentless drags of his thick cock grazing at your walls, in fact, you're shaking under him as he plays with your body, brain emptied by the way he keeps filling you up.

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pretty little thing

part one || part two || part three || part four

warnings: nsfw || degrading, praise, creampie, unprotected sex, vaginal fingering, cunnalings, blow jobs, double penetration, reverse harem

part one: no warnings yet

characters: bonten x female y/n

word count (p1): 1k+

you weren’t necessarily used to the high life. you were used to doing things for yourself and by yourself. growing up wasn’t exactly ideal and you were forced to grow up pretty quickly. as much as your parents had the money, they didn’t know how to be parents.

you did what you needed to do so you could get by so being spoiled and pampered wasn’t something you expected or cared about.

your best friends all had sugar daddies and while it seemed fun, it wasn’t something you were interested in. you didn’t care how much money they got, old men? you took a hard pass

you ended up tagging along to a party with them anyway. they managed to convince you and you had been spending so much time with university and your job, going out could help ease off some of the stress.

“i’m just saying y/n, it wouldn’t hurt to live a little”

you already know what she’s implying so you just roll your eyes and reach for your drink. you had no intentions of getting drunk but you definitely needed something in your system if you were going to deal with them all night.

this club was exclusive so only very rich and wealthy people were regulars. you had heard about the owners of the place through the grapevine at school so you knew a little about them. you had also heard about bonten before so it was no surprise that the older men your friends associated themselves with, had some sort of business tie with them as well.

apart of you knew that it was dangerous. they weren’t exactly known for being friendly businessmen but as long as you stayed close to your friends and away from any vip area filled with strange men, you’d be fine and if push came to shove, you knew how to fight.

“papi says he organised a special evening for us” your friends says and you try not to gag and the nickname she has for her “lover”

“he’s already in the room, it’s upstairs” she continues and you don’t bother asking questions. you genuinely didn’t care about her “papi” who seemed to be very pretentious as you know he was from japan and definitely wasn’t hispanic at all.

you scoff and down the rest of your drink before you follow her and 2 other friends upstairs. they had their own partners who seemed to be there as well so you’d definitely be holding a candle at some point in the evening. maybe getting a little drunk wouldn’t harm anyone.

the room is beautiful. it’s hard to be mad when the interior looks expensive and very classy, which wasn’t what you expected. you were half expecting to find half naked women and men dancing and a form of entertainment..

your friend grins at you.

“pretty, isn’t it?” she asks and you nod

it takes you a moment to notice the other men in the room. it seems like they’re discussing business but they don’t look that much older than you are and well, they were definitely attractive

they all look up at the same time when a pink haired man says something and then they’re looking at you. you try not to feel awkward as you sit on an empty loveseat. the music is still playing even in the private rooms and they seem to have waitresses coming in and out offering more drinks and snacks.

“y/n, are you still good?” your friend asks and you smile

“yes” you say, “comfortable too”

she laughs before going back to shamelessly flirting with her boyfriend. you don’t say anything else and continue enjoying the comfort of the loveseat

“you alone this evening?”

you look up and there’s a very handsome man smiling down at you.

“allow me to introduce myself” he says, reaching out for your hand, “my name is ran, ran haitani”

“f/n .. l/n” you say, returning his sweet smile though you can tell there’s something hidden behind his pretty eyes and it almost has you feeling flushed, but you had a good poker face.

“would you like to join us?” he asks, “i see that your friends are … occupied”

you laugh and allow him to lead you to the other side of the room.

“this is y/n” he tells them, “pretty little thing, isn’t she?”

he introduces you to everyone and you find yourself being able to keep conversation without feeling awkward and you don’t bother putting up a façade the way your friends do around rich, powerful men.

“you came alone?” sanzu asks and you nod

“i find that hard to believe” rindou says, “your boyfriend would be an idiot to let you out on your own”

that has you laughing again. none of them are as subtle as they think they are but you’re also good at playing dumb. years of practice after growing up with pretentious parents.

“no boyfriend” you shrug, “university and work takes up most of my time”

“pretty and smart” mikey grins, though you find that his smiles never really reach his eyes. it’s a little unsettling but he doesn’t make you uncomfortable

“it must be … lonely” kakucho frowns, “being all alone i mean”

“you get used to it” you say, “i like my own space so it’s pretty convenient”

“you don’t have a roommate?” kokonoi asks and you shake your head

“i’m a little bit of a control freak” you admit, “i wouldn’t be able to stay with someone who didn’t do things the way i did”

ran laughs and cocks an eyebrow at that. this time, you try to be more subtle when you squeeze your thighs together.

“maybe you just haven’t found the right person to help you… let go of that control” mikey says, “it must be hard wanting to be in control all the time”

something about the way he says that makes you feel hot. you know what he’s implying by that and the idea of them taking all the control away from you seemed hot.. a little scary but you were adventurous.

before you could say anything, your friend came up to you

“y/n, i told papi that we’re leaving early” she smiles, “you have an early class tomorrow”

you almost forgot about that

“it was lovely to meet you all” y/n says, “thank you for the entertainment”

you miss the way ran looks at sanzu just as you’re leaving.

it definitely wouldn’t be the last time you saw any of them.

[blameitoninsomnia]

fracture II

haitani ran x f!reader

summary - you spend the day at bonten headquarters, and ran makes a choice.

cw - drugs, smut, guns, murder, praise, degradation, dub!con, reader is a sex worker w a sick brother. ran likes you!!! likes you a lot!! too much probably, probably far too much. he's possessive! and ill behaved! my beloved.

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You sleep with him, and he curls his long body around you, burying his face in your shoulder. When he moves in the night he pulls you with him, and when you wake you find your face in his chest, his hands tangled in your hair. He stretches, picking his phone up off the nightstand, then glancing back over at you, bleary eyed. You’re still bruised, and the side of your face is even worse than the day before with the marks jaundicing slightly as they heal. He reaches out and brushes some hair from your face. You stir, and he leans over, pressing his lips to your forehead. 

“Ready for work?” He asks and you nod, even though you have no idea what he means. You’re still in no shape to have sex, or even to pleasure anyone else. He gets up and thumps off to the bathroom, tossing you a gigantic shirt to wear. “You’re coming into the office with me.” He says brightly, “Since apparently you can’t be left alone.” You sit up, the shirt covers most of your body, hanging down around mid thigh. 

“Do you have my suitcase?” You ask and he shrugs. 

“I think you look good like that.” He says casually, and you shake your head. 

“I, I, I need pants,” you manage, “I need-” 

“I said I think you look good like that.” He responds, shooting you an icy glare. You shut your mouth. “Good girl,” he coos, reaching for the bottle of pills, “Open.” You let him place the small purple pill on your tongue. He leans down and kisses your forehead as you let it dissolve. He pulls you to the bathroom and you brush your hair, applying minimal makeup, not bothering to try to cover the bruising, which looks even worse today. You catch Ran looking at you with mild concern, catch the way his eyes flick to the little cut on your face, to the bruises around your neck and down your chest, but he doesn’t say anything. 

You’re followed out of the apartment and into the elevator by at least four heavily armed men, and on your way to the office they open doors for you both, drive cars, walk in front of you and behind you. Ran boosts you up into the backseat of a sleek black escalade. He pulls you most of the way into his lap and you shiver, nuzzling into him for warmth, the cold piercing right through the shirt he’d given you.

“It’s freezing.” You whisper, and he wraps two arms around you, tucking your face into his neck. 

“I know, just get close to me.” He says, his voice is almost kind. If you were more sober maybe you’d wonder if he’d done this on purpose, kept you almost naked and vulnerable so that you’d be forced to hide and take refuge in him. Instead, you watch a light snow fall outside the car, feeling the circles he’s rubbing in your thigh. Bonten’s offices are above an old Italian restaurant, and he leads you through it, letting you hide your face from the waitstaff in his big blue suit jacket. You come up the stairs right behind him, holding onto his hand for stability, his silver rings cool on your skin.  The stairway is narrow and carpeted, and the office seems normal enough if it weren’t for the constant presence of security, the oddly expensive looking art on the wall, the little minifridges filled with booze, monster and red bull, and the slight smell of cigar smoke. 

“And who’s this?” You hear, and peek out from behind Ran. A huge man, tall and thin with dark hair gives you a predatory smile. 

“Bitch shot two guys in my apartment,” Ran says, fumbling in his pocket for his vape, patting you affectionately with his free hand. “I dunno what they’re after me for this time but I told her she could stay with me till shit calms down.” 

“Hanma Shuuji,” the tall man says, extending a tattooed hand. You reach out and accept it, taking just the slightest step away from Ran, and revealing more of your face. “What the hell happened to you?” He recoils initially, then bursts out laughing. “Didja learn to fight from Haitani or something?” 

“Shut up.” Ran snips, pulling you away from Hanma. 

“She fights better than Ran,” you hear, and see a younger man, with long pink purple hair framing his face. He has the same gentle sloping nose as Ran and the same light eyes. “She actually hit the guys she was shooting at.” 

“I, I wasn’t,” you pipe up, and then wonder if you should have asked permission to speak, “I didn’t mean to hit anyone, sir.” Ran takes a puff on his vape, rolling his eyes as he’s momentarily overtaken by a grape flavored cloud. 

“You got your ass kicked a lot, Rin, I don’t wanna hear shit from you, and you,” he turns to Hanma, “Don’t scare the bitch, she’s gotta get back to work for us when she’s all healed up.” He hits you lightly on the back of the head. “Got an email from your boss on the way over here, she said your regulars are complaining.” 

“Let ‘em complain.” Hanma says, smiling again in a way that feels distinctly unwarm, his stare making you shiver.

“That is bad for business.” Ran says, tugging you along the hallway and away from the other executives. You feel the purple haired man, Rin, Ran had called him, you feel eyes on you, sure that in the fluorescents Ran’s shirt was translucent. “C’mon. You gotta meet the others, they’ve each got their fun little thing.” Ran pulls you into what looks almost like a conference room, but you’re 90% sure there’s a woman's thong sitting casually on the table in between an empty scotch glass and an ashtray. Rindou and Hanma follow you inside, and Ran makes a show of introducing you to people. “That’s Kokonoi, he likes money more than he likes people. That’s Sanzu, he likes drugs more than he likes people, and Mikey, over there, more than he likes drugs. Mikey doesn’t like anything, and neither does Kakucho.” 

“Are you finished?” Mikey says, leaning forward in his chair, scowling. Ran just shrugs. You take a step back from the blond, his dark eyes covered in shadow. 

“I don’t think so,” Ran rubs his chin, “Did I introduce you to Rin or did he just insult me?” 

“Haitani Rindou,” the purple haired man says, stepping into the room and rolling his eyes. “Now she’s met me, can we sit down?” Ran sighs dramatically, plopping into a chair and yanking you into his lap hard enough to make you gasp with pain, a sound that the group largely ignores. Mikey, however, frowns.

“I’d prefer you not make her do that again.” He says, and you look up at him but he’s holding Ran’s gaze, not yours. “What happened?” The others take a seat around the table, some of them are drinking, and some of them look crumpled and disheveled like they’re still up from the party the night before. 

“Someone broke into one of our establishments,” Ran says, “Tried to kill her to send a message to me,” he glances down at you, “But she’s tougher than she looks, he about kicked the shit outta her but she stabbed him.” 

“Is that why she’s in your lap?” Kokonoi says dryly. “So that if she stabs someone this time it’s you?” 

“She’s in my lap because I want her there.” Ran says, still in his lazy drawl but with a dark undercurrent. 

“Keep going.” Mikey says, sounding bored. 

“I took her back to my place, for obvious reasons,” you’re still half hidden in his chest, “Can ya look at the people, sweetheart?” You nod, and obey, turning your face fully out from his chest for the first time. You get the sense that even in a room full of people who’ve seen terrible things, done terrible things, your face still looks pretty bad. 

“Embarrassing.” Kakucho mutters eventually. “Hitting someone who can’t possibly fight back.” Ran shrugs. 

“I mean you can’t say all the fights I picked were fair but I did win them.” He grins, “You can go back to hiding, I’ll let you know if you need to speak.” They all watch as you obey, still high, wrapping the inside of his jacket around yourself. “Anyway, she came back to my place, I asked for two decent guys,” he glances at Rindou, “Which I thought my dear brother was capable of providing,” Rindou scowls, “But someone broke in, kicked the shit out of them, and she shot ‘em.” Mikey rubs his eyes. 

“And they seemed only interested in you, not in us?” He asks, and Ran gives you a little nudge. 

“They said it was about something he did in Roppongi.” You murmur, peeking out to look at Mikey. 

“That could be almost anything.” Kokonoi takes a sip of his drink, it’s cherry red, and you imagine it’s syrupy and sweet. “And nothing to do with you?” He leans forward, resting his elbows on the table. “Piss off one of your johns, princess?” You open your mouth to speak but Ran chuckles. 

“She’s actually very well reviewed.” He says, and you feel your face burn. “But don’t get your hopes up boys, she’s got three broken ribs.” 

“I mean,” Sanzu speaks for the first time. “We could get her high enough so that she doesn’t feel it.” You shrink even further into Ran. 

“Every day that she’s not in her little room downtown we are bleeding money.” Ran shakes his head. “Which is why I would like to find these people quickly.” He slides some paper across the table. “I think honestly I know who it is.” Rindou looks up. “I mean, who hates me personally more than Daito.” 

“Hmmm,” Rindou rubs his chin, and for a moment you’re struck with the mannerism of Ran’s he’s unconsciously mimicking. “Daito Yagami, shit.” 

“Are the two of you speaking in your own cute little language or do we all get to know what’s happening?” Hanma drawls. 

“We killed his brother.” Ran explains, “When I was sixteen.” He feels you tense in his lap, “Oh baby,” he coos, looking down at you, “Does that scare you?” You don’t respond and he chuckles. “I’d never hurt anything as defenseless as you.” You don’t look convinced and there are a few laughs from the group. “I’ll have my men look into that, but it could be new rivals, could be Taiju, or somethin’ else entirely.” He leans back in the rolling chair, testing to see if you’ll keep taking refuge in him. You do, following his movements no matter how he shifts. They spend the meeting planning something but you’re too high to hear what’s happening. You’ve got two little fistfuls of Ran’s shirt, he’s got one hand on the back of your head, petting it softly. “Sweetheart,” he says, and you’re not sure how long it’s been when you blink back to reality, the light in the room has changed and there are more drinks on the table, more cigs in the ashtray. You blink a couple times. 

“She’s fuckin’ gone.” Sanzu mutters. You rub your good eye, head pounding. 

“You hungry?” Ran asks, and you nod dumbly. “You want another pill?” You nod again and he digs in the pocket of his suit jacket, producing the bottle. He takes a pill out and you open your mouth, he puts it directly on your tongue, and before it can even dissolve you’re back to hiding in his jacket. 

“You’re gonna have to give her back,” Mikey says coolly, “If she’s really as high an earner as you say she is.” Ran shrugs. 

“I’m thinking about promoting her.” He shrugs. “Considering she’s technically already completed initiation.” Kakucho looks troubled, but Mikey leans forward, his thoughts plain on his face. 

“She could probably come and go from different places without being suspected,” he muses, “Of course, when she’s not,” he gestures to the bruises visible all over, “Like this.” He stands, “Sanzu, Haitani and I have some business, you’ll watch the girl.” 

“I don’t think she’ll go with him.” Ran says quickly. 

“I said he’d watch her.” Mikey says coolly, eyes narrowing. “Is there a problem?” The room drops several degrees in temperature, all conversation stops. Ran doesn’t appear affected by it though. He shrugs. 

“Let’s give it a shot, boss.” He peels you off of his lap, your eyes go wide with fear. “You’re gonna hang with Sanzu, baby, can you handle that?” You frown. “Gonna miss me?” He teases, but you hear the implicit threat and answer immediately. 

“Yes.” You whisper. He cackles, pushing you towards Sanzu. You crash hard against his chest, and he rights you without care for your injuries and you suck in a sharp breath at his touch to your waist.

“Why,” Mikey pinches the bridge of his nose, “Haitani why isn’t she wearing pants?” Ran takes a puff on his vape before responding. 

“Because I didn’t give her pants to wear.” He grins, turning to Sanzu. “Try and keep her in one piece for me?” Sanzu grins, lifting you off your feet, cradling you to his chest. 

“And shoes, Haitani.” Mikey seems genuinely annoyed. “It’s snowing.” 

“If you care so much, do something about it.” Ran takes another drag on his vape, “Are we gonna go or nah?” Mikey nods, leading the lavender haired man out of the room. Sanzu bounces you like you’re a child he’s trying to soothe. He smells different than Ran, sweeter, a honeyed smoke. 

“Haitani’s little plaything,” he says softly, and you lift your head to look at him. His eyes are a crystal clear blue, light and haunting as a wide open sky. You feel him looking at your bruise, examining your injuries as the rest of the men file out. “Losing a fight’s no fun, huh?” He says and you nod, unsure if you’re being encouraged to make conversation with him. You don’t have to wonder long because he looks away and carries you out of the conference room, down the hall. He has his own office. The desk is a mess of papers, there’s a couch and coffee table, and a window with the blinds closed. He sits you on top of the papers, and you blink a few times, trying to focus. Your head is spinning, this feels stronger, different from the painkillers.

“What,” you mumble, and realize your tongue feels heavy in your mouth, “What did he, what did he give me?” Sanzu glances at you and shrugs. 

“Dunno.” He says, and you run your fingers through your hair, trying to focus. “Don’t fight it though,” he advises, “Just relax and enjoy sweetheart.” You take a deep breath, your nails digging half moons into the skin of your palm. “You eaten?” You shake your head. He picks up the phone on his desk and you think he orders food, but you’re not entirely sure, floating in and out of the conversation. 

“Sitting up hurts, please, god.” You barely manage the words, your voice tight and pinched, and evidently you’ve interrupted him mid sentence because he cocks his head at you.

“I fucking forgot,” he cackles, “That’s what I told Ran I wanted bitches to call me,” he laughs like a hyena, running his fingers through his already wild cotton candy colored hair, “Whaddya want me to do about that?” You nod, chewing the inside of your cheek. 

“I,” you take a gulp of air. “I could lie down on the floor.” He cackles again, but the offer was genuine, you start to move. He gets up quickly, stopping you. 

“I was kidding, I,” He helps you onto your feet but you can’t tell if he’s purposely touching your tender spots or if he’s genuinely clumsy, and you can’t bite back the gasp of pain that rushes from your lips as he guides you by the waist to the soft leather sofa. You curl into the fetal position, tears sparking in your eyes, every sensation heightened as Sanzu squats down next to you, studying you for a moment before brushing some hair from your face.

“So sweet,” he coos, “Sweet little girl.” You moan softly, it feels nice and safe. “Does it hurt baby?” He asks. 

“Mhm.” You whimper. He keeps playing with your hair, like he’s fixated on it, sitting on the ground next to you while you float in and out of consciousness. You’re not sure how long he does it for, the repetitive motion and the drugs is making you feel soft and warm. It must be a long time, because when your eyelids flutter open the light has changed and he’s still there, scrolling through his phone with one hand and massaging your scalp with the other.

“Why did you do it?” He asks, so quietly you nearly ask him to repeat himself. 

“Do what?” 

“Why didn’t you stop fighting?” He asks, and he holds your eyes, stare intense but not cold. 

“In, in my room I,” you sigh, “I just, when he said he was going to kill me I could have screamed,” you roll onto your back, eyes drifting shut. “I had a moment where I could have screamed, and someone would have come.” He withdraws his hand from you. “But I couldn’t find my voice, I,” you laugh lightly and then moan in pain as it blooms uncomfortably in your chest, “I reached for it but I was so afraid I couldn’t speak. So I decided I’d have to save myself.” Sanzu nods. You reach up and run your fingers through your hair. 

“Haitani called you a tough bitch.” He says, and you look at him again, pressing your lips together. “You don’t like that, being called a bitch?” 

“I’m not strong.” You clarify in a high pitched whisper. “Just, just trying not to die, I, I have people, people I care about.” He nods absentmindedly, setting his phone on the table and reaching down to touch your bare thigh, you hear him grunt a little as he stands. He pushes your legs apart, and you feel his fingers on your panties. “I, I don’t know if, If Mr. Haitani-” 

“I don’t care.” Sanzu interrupts you, and you feel him slip them to the side. “I’m just looking, anyway,” you feel him part your folds and you try to sit up but you can’t. “Do you not want me to, sweetheart?” He asks, and you shiver. 

“I’m afraid it’s going to hurt, god.” You whisper, and he chuckles. 

“Of course it’s going to hurt,” He coos, “It’s definitely going to hurt.” Your eyes widen. “Shhh,” he breathes, “Shhh, if you’re gonna cry don’t get too loud, I, I’ll try to be gentle, I will.” You swallow, steeling yourself, closing your eyes as your hands curl into fists, your nails digging half moons in your palms. You feel him part your thighs, and can’t even conjure the embarrassment at being so casually on display, “Such a pretty pussy.” He says, marveling at you. “You work for Bonten, you know that kinda makes you my property.” You don’t respond. “Kinda makes this pussy,” he mutters to himself, as he pushes two fingers inside you, “Kinda makes this pussy my property, what do you think about that?” You breathe in slowly, but you know an order when you hear one. 

“P-please,” you muster, “Please use your pussy, god.” He cackles again, utterly tickled at the sacrilege. 

“Are you damaging our property?” You hear a new voice, Rindou, and when you look at him he’s leaning against the door frame, an utterly neutral expression on his face. 

“Fuck off,” Sanzu says, without missing a beat, pulling a soft moan, half pain half pleasure from your lips. “M busy.” 

“She needs to go back to work.” Rindou presses, but you’re having trouble focusing on it. Sanzu shrugs. 

“Not my problem,” He leans over you, “Is it my problem sweetheart, no, no it isn’t.” He reaches out and cups your bruised face, “You’re gonna sit still while I use you, aren’t you baby?” You nod, gritting your teeth. Rindou sighs deeply, but feels the odd power dynamic at play, clearly more logical, clearly more centered but also, in Bonten, he’s clearly out ranked. “You wanna watch,” Sanzu grins, “You sick fuck.” 

“I want to make sure you don’t kill her.” Rindou protests, but you don’t have time to process that because Sanzu’s thrown your legs over his shoulder and is easing himself inside with a soft groan. 

“Fuck, yes,” he hisses, watching the pain bloom on your face with his first thrusts, “Fuck that’s my girl, that’s my pretty girl, huh,” you let out a whimper and he picks up the pace, but you’re grateful he keeps from slamming his hips against yours, only jostling you a little bit. Tears still pool in your eyes, even as he reaches down and plays with your clit, even as you gasp and clench around him. 

Rindou’s brow furrows, but he doesn’t move, waiting for Sanzu to finish, unable to tear himself away from you. With the light coming in from the window it’s almost like a renaissance painting, Sanzu is beastly, tyrannical, scarred and wild, and you arch your back dutifully, unable to keep still, perfect lips parted as he coos praise at you, tears falling from your eyes. 

For you, the pain has given way to pleasure, and you’re lifting your hips to the best of your ability to meet him, his hands digging into your hips, occasionally reaching up to wipe some of your tears. 

“So sweet,” he coos, “So good for me, hm, is that why they like you so much, you’re a good girl?” You swallow, unable to respond, he doesn’t seem to expect you to. He lets out kind of a strangled snarl and pulls out, cumming onto his hand and grabbing a pile of napkins from his desk. You let out a low cry of pain as he lets your legs fall onto the couch, but try to focus on breathing. 

“Has she eaten?” You hear Rindou ask. 

“Oh shit,” Sanzu says, “I ordered food and then I ate it, nah you should probably take care of that.” You feel strong arms lift you up off the couch, tucking you into their chest. “Yeah just bring her back,” Sanzu says, tossing the napkins in his office garbage can. “I’m supposed to be watching her.” 

“Yeah.” Rindou shrugs. “Whatever.” You open your eyes and lean into Rindou’s chest, he carries you down the hallway and sets you on the couch in his office. You float out of your body, high out of your mind, and the last thing you feel is a blanket being tucked around your body. 

You hear his voice on the phone, arguing loudly with someone, something about billing and private information. You open your eyes just once, and he scowls at you, tucking the phone back into his neck. 

“Go back to sleep.” He snaps, and you do. 

____

“Oi,” you hear, “Heard you skipped lunch.” You open your eyes and Ran is in front of you, his shirt somehow even more unbuttoned than it had been earlier, a single tuft of purple hair flopping on his forehead. You struggle into a seated position, feeling a bit better, he pushes something into your hands and you hear a crackle of plastic. It’s dark out, but the office is light in the hallway, you glance around Rindou’s office, wondering if he turned off the light so you could sleep. 

“Thank you, sir.” You whisper, and peel the plastic off of the onigiri, stomach growling. Ran nods, inspecting you. Even after a few hours, you look a bit better, eyes more clear, bruises having retreated even by a degree. 

“Look good,” he grins, plopping on the couch next to you. “Know what we’re gonna do tonight?” You shake your head. “You up for a party?” He boops your nose. “You’re my plus one.” You look down at your clothes, you’re still dressed in his shirt and you have no idea what Sanzu did with your panties. “We’ll change at my place, I had them send over some options.” He stands, and lifts you, putting you on his hip like a child, one arm hooked around your waist. “Hold onto my neck,” he instructs, and you feel his gun in its holder on his belt, digging into your thigh. “Let’s go.” He leads you through the office, which is largely empty. You pass a room where Mikey and Kokonoi seem to be having some kind of argument, and you catch the blonde’s dark eyes for a moment as you pass, shivering and hiding in Ran’s shoulder. Ran looks down at you, about to speak, when the conference room door opens behind you. 

“Wait.” You recognize Mikey’s voice even before Ran turns around, adjusting your weight on his hip. 

“What’s up, boss?” Ran says, oozing nonchalance in a way that feels nearly, like it could be, just a degree performative. There’s something about the way he says boss, maybe it’s the pop of the b sound, the hiss of the ss. You can’t quite put your finger on it. 

“I promoted you.” He says, holding eye contact with you. You swallow. “You won’t be going back to your,” he pauses, and you wonder if he’s avoiding the word whore, avoiding the word slut, avoiding the word prostitute. “Previous employment.” He says eventually. “Haitani has informed me you have some debts that we’ve taken care of.” You raise your eyebrows, looking sharply up at Ran, whose face remains placid and unreadable. “You’re now,” a little smile, “An executive assistant. Better pay, healthcare, no more spreading your legs for men with money.” Your mouth goes dry, you wonder if he expects you to thank him. You find your voice. 

“Thank you, Mikey.” You say softly, and feel Ran tightens his grip on you. Mikey shrugs. 

“Technically,” He gives you a lazy smile, “You completed our initiation ritual twice, in protection of an executive, and ah, the men whose lives you saved now report to you.” 

“I, I won’t know what to do,” you blurt, and Ran gives you a squeeze. 

“I gotcha, sweetheart.” he says. “That it boss? Idiots forgot to give her anything to eat all day.” Mikey sighs deeply. 

“Of course they did.” He shrugs. “No. Whatever. See you tonight.” Ran turns and takes you back out through the restaurant. You hide your face in his chest again, conscious of how much of your bruised body is on display. He helps you into a car and the driver takes off, you feel his lips on your cheek as the engine purrs. 

“How are you feeling?” He asks, sitting you on his lap so that you’re facing him on your knees. 

“Better, sir.” You say softly, and he takes your face in two large hands and kisses you, it’s soft and deft, he moves with more skill than you expect, and you’re suddenly reminded that he’s a few years older than you, as you feel one of his hands cup your ass, you feel the cool of his rings through your shirt. He hums with satisfaction, pulling away and tucking you into his chest. 

“I don’t care, by the way, that Sanzu touched you.” he says, one hand on the back of your head as he pushes your face into his neck. You stiffen, in your experience, that usually meant men did care, very much. “It’ll never happen again.” Ran says, still sounding calm, still speaking like he’s discussing the weather, or lunch plans. You snuggle into him, he’s so warm, and you’re freezing. “If anyone else touches you though,” he says, rubbing the back of your head, “I want you to tell me. Understand?” You nod. 

“Yes, sir.” Your head finally feels clear, and your ribs don’t ache as badly as they did that morning. “Can I ask you a question?” 

“Sure.” He leans back, holding you tightly. 

“What did you give me, today?” 

“Oh,” he has to think about it, “Mostly downers with a little upper to keep ya conscious, what’s up though, you want more?” You shake your head. “Aw, what’s wrong, didn’t like napping?”

“It was hard to focus,” you explain, “And I,” he feels you wrap your arms around his neck, genuinely holding him back for the first time since he’d first touched you, his heart hammers in his chest. “I want to focus, when I’m with you.” You feel his lips on the top of your head. 

“Can’t believe Sanzu couldn’t just get another fucking whore,” Ran complains, and the 

scent of artificial grape fills your nostrils, and you know he’s taken a hit of his vape. “Your fucking ribs are broken.” You don’t speak, understanding that likely you’re not supposed to. “Whatever, though,” he softens, and it seems genuine. You feel his 5 o’clock shadow prickling against your face as he swallows. He reaches up and squeezes your arm, feeling the way you’re genuinely clinging to him. 

“What happens now?” You mumble. 

“You’re my executive assistant,” He explains, “You’ll help me with my schedule, attend meetings with me, get me drinks when I tell you to get me drinks.” You don’t have to ask if that means you’ll be staying in his bed, sleeping at his apartment. “You’ll have some ah, men reporting to you, you can think of them like bodyguards but trust me I’ve threatened them within an inch of their life, they know what happens if they touch what’s mine.” Logically, that should make you nervous, you realize, that he was so possessive, so willing to threaten, but you only feel a warm relief spread across your chest. 

“Good.” You murmur, lifting your head, looking up at the only person who’d ever saved you from anything. The only person who’d ever bandaged your wounds, who’d ever cared if you’d eaten, ever cared if you’d rested.

“Yeah?” He says, a smile spreading across his face, his canines glinting as a panel of light passes over his face, the driver pulls up in front of his apartment complex but he doesn't move. You nod, and he runs his knuckles down your cheek, “Such a pretty girl,” he breathes, “Such a pretty, pretty girl.” You squirm with pleasure at his praise, and then wince. “Alright.” he grins, more businesslike. “Let’s getcha some food, and then dressed up, huh?” He ruffles your hair. “I wanna see how you clean up.” 

___ 

Security is omnipresent, you realize, they’re there in Ran’s kitchen, standing outside his bedroom, one of them, Shion, you’re told, stands with you in the bathroom as you style your hair, and attempt to paint makeup over your broken face. You don’t speak to him, afraid at first of getting him in trouble, and then the silence gets comfortable. Ran takes phone calls as he gets dressed, apparently Bonten is acquiring a few new warehouses and they’re haggling the price a bit lower. 

“It’s not a threat, Rodrigo,” You hear Ran say, through the bathroom door, you imagine him partially dressed, pacing in his bedroom. “It’s not a threat, it’s a statement of a fact, you don’t want to fuck us anymore than you wanna get fucked,” there’s a pause. “Tell ya what,” he says, “Tell ya what, let’s get dinner, tomorrow, bring your girl, and we’ll talk it through, see if we can’t come to an agreement.” He laughs, but it’s a joyless terrifying sound. “Well, we’ll see what happens after, we’ll see.” Ran pokes his head into the bathroom a moment later, you’re adjusting your eyeliner. 

“Sweetheart, we’ve got dinner plans tomorrow, don’t let me forget.” 

“Could I,” You turn to him, and his mouth waters, despite the constellation of bruises still visible, your form in the tight, red velvet wrap dress is positively intoxicating, your eyes are wide and a little fearful, he realizes what animal you remind him of now, doe eyed and skittish. “Could I get a notebook, something to write these things down in?” Ran shrugs, and glances at Shion. 

“Yeah, get her whatever she wants.” He says, shrugging, and Shion takes a phone out of his pocket, “You wanna meet your bitches, baby?” He coos, offering you an arm. You’re still barefoot, your dress drags on the floor but he smirks at the haste with which you move to be close to him. 

“Yes, sir.” You beam at him. He’s nearly dressed, for once in a full, dark suit and crisp white shirt. He’s so tall, you imagine everything has to be tailored and custom. He’s got another silver chain around his neck, his shirt only mostly buttoned, his hair coiffed. He shaved again, at some point, you realize, and he catches you staring. 

“Eyes up,” he says, directing your gaze out to his living room. You almost don’t recognize the space as the room you’d shot two men in, but you absolutely recognize your bodyguards. “Boys,” Ran drawls, “Think you might owe the lady something.” 

“Thank you.” The one of them with raven hair, and some kind of a panther tattoo on his neck steps forward, looking at the ground. “For saving my life.” 

“Thank you Yuuta!” Ran crows, and the first man, Yuuta, takes a step back. “And you, Isami, anything to share?” 

“Thank you,” the second man nods a bleach blonde head, “Thanks for saving my life.” 

“Good.” Ran says, grinning. “Now, if anything happens to her you know that neither of you has any use to me, correct?” 

“Yes sir.” They both say in unison. 

“And you know what happens to things that have no use to me?” Ran presses, rubbing a circle in your lower back as he casually threatens their lives. You lean into his touch. 

“Yes sir.” They say again. They’re both tall, you realize, though shorter than Ran, they’re more broad and muscular. 

“Regrettably, I can’t spend every minute of every day with you,” Ran explains, “But they will,” he pauses, glancing around, looking annoyed, “Didn’t she ask for a notebook? God.” he runs his fingers through his hair, and it’s another few minutes before a leather book is pressed into your hands. Ran takes another phone call before you leave and you wait for him on the couch, sitting in between the large men. You look up at them. 

“Ah, Yuuta, and Isami?” You ask, and they nod. “Okay,” you take a shallow breath. “Can I ask one of you to get me a drink, or do I-” Yuuta steps away immediately, returning in seconds with a glass of chilled white wine. “Oh, ah, I prefer whiskey, actually,” you look up at him and he shrugs. 

“Mr. Haitani specified what we’re allowed to give you.” He says and you chew the inside of your cheek, taking a sip of the wine. It’s grassy, maybe something from California, or southern France, you wonder if you’d live to see those places. It’s winter now, icy rain beating against Ran’s wall of windows, and you wonder, shivering, surrounded by these men with guns, if you’ll live to see spring, to feel a warm breeze again. Ran saunters back into the room before you can start to catastrophize, handing you something. It’s your cell phone. 

“A little embarrassing for you that there are no notifications besides work and your little otome game,” he teases, “But I assume based on the call history you call your brother most nights around 9PM.” 

“That’s right before he starts chemo.” You say softly, taking it in your hand. “He’ll be nervous that I didn’t call yesterday.” Ran sighs deeply. 

“Yes, well if Yuuta and Isami were capable of doing their jobs,” his words slice through the artificially heated air, “You’d have made that call.” You give him a little smile, and reach for him experimentally. He takes your hand, pulling you into his chest. 

“Be nice, maybe?” You try, looking up at him with just a bit of pleading in your face, he leans down and kisses you. 

“No,” he says when he pulls away, smiling widely in a way that conveys not a drop of warmth. “Lion can’t change its spots sweetheart.” You have one moment where you consider correcting him, but don’t bother. “How about, I don’t throw their worthless bodies in the river, and you,” he pauses mid sentence, kissing you again, “You just sit there and look pretty. I’ll be done soon.” You pout a little, sitting gently back down on the couch. 

“I’m not quite, pretty again.” You murmur, your bruised face fresh in your mind. He shrugs. 

“Look fine to me. Call your little brother.” You put on a big wool coat, it’s black with fur cuffs and a fur collar, you’d have to ask Ran if it would be possible to exchange it for something faux, wondering if he’d care. It’s freezing, and you’re barefoot, but you pad onto the stone, flanked by your new security. 

“Hey,” you hear, there’s a little crackle, reception in the hospital was always bad. “I was worried, when you didn’t call?” 

“Oh yeah,” you play it off, something about the warm familiarity of your brother's voice after the chaos of the previous days makes you want to cry. “I got into a bit of trouble, it worked out but ah, I got a new job.” 

“Really?” You hear him shift a little in bed. 

“Yeah, just admin work instead of cleaning, so um,” you tuck your hair behind your ears, “Scheduling, that kind of thing.” 

“You’ll be so great at that!” He says. “I’m, ah, I’m proud of you. I wish I could help out more, I know you’re really on your own right now.” 

“I’m not on my own,” you protest, just as Ran cracks the sliding door to the balcony to eavesdrop. “I’m not on my own, dummy I have you, and ah, I think with this job I might make some friends, so there.” 

“Who would want to be your friend?” He teases, and you both laugh.

“No idea.” You wrap an arm around your ribcage. “You feeling okay?” 

“Sure.” He says, “Sure never better.” 

“I’ll come see you,” you promise, “I’ve been saving up, it’s just a three hour train up to-” 

“I’m the reason you can barely afford a train ticket,” Your brother says, and Ran watches your face fall, “You don’t have to come see me.” 

“I want to.” You try. “I want to come see you, I’ll um, I’ll text you, okay?” 

“Yeah, alright, I’m um, I’m pretty tired.” He says, “They’re gonna take me in soon. I love you.” 

“I love you too.” You barely get the words out before the phone goes dead. “Okay,” you say out loud to yourself, shivering in the cold, “Okay, I’m, I’m okay.” You glance over at the bodyguards and nearly catch Ran snooping but he ducks away just in time. “I’m alright to go back inside.” You say softly and one of them opens the door for you. The second you step back inside Ran sweeps you into a hug, pressing his lips to the top of your head. 

“Everything alright?” He asks, and you nod. 

“Would it be possible for me to um, to visit him?” You look up at the executive who remains inscrutable. Ran considers, possible, yes, but it was a bad time for him to leave Tokyo, and a worse time for you to be out of his sight for more than a few hours. 

“I’ll think about it.” He says. “It’s dangerous right now.” You nod, snuggling into him. “Are you worried about him?” He tries, testing the water, remembering the little whimpers you’d made that first night when he’d pressed on a bruise. 

“Yes, sir.” You don’t let go of Ran. “Also I need to know the details about the dinner tomorrow, so um, so I can make sure you remember.” He grins at you. 

“Of course.” 

_____ 

The party is loud, and there are cries of joy when Ran walks in, immediately some gigantic man embraces him, and takes your hand, bringing it to his lips. You hold his gaze for a moment, and he offers you a wide smile. 

“What did you let happen to such a pretty little thing,” He says, speaking to Ran, who raises a single eyebrow before forcing a smile. “You know, all of my girls are-” 

“Routinely vaccinated against various viruses,” Ran cuts in, smirking, “I know.” 

“Haitani,” He shakes his head. “You never change, and you,” he looks back at you, “Can’t blame a man for trying.” 

“She’s actually my assistant.” Ran says smoothly, his grip on your shoulder tightening. “Not one of our girls.” 

“Ah, that’s not what I heard,” He releases your hand, “You can call me Benkeii.” His voice is deep, a little booming, you have to fight the urge to cower. He takes a step to the side. “Make your rounds and then come see me.” You get the impression he’s talking to Ran, even though his eyes haven’t left you. Ran nods, pulling forward into the crowd. There are rows of velvet booths with curtains, a populated dancefloor, and a dark wood bar that Ran pulls you to, ordering himself a scotch and another glass of white wine for you. He doesn’t ask you what you’d like, and you don’t comment on it, glancing at Yuuta and Isami behind you. Yuuta looks calm, if tired, and Isami looks annoyed, you wonder if bodyguards who resented their charge were worth anything. 

“Unfortunately I can’t babysit you the entire night,” Ran boops your nose, “And,” he takes a step forward, speaking in your ear. “You’re working.” You keep your face neutral, and then smile a little, as if he’d said something intimate. 

“Of course,” your drinks arrive, Ran intercepts them, inspecting yours before handing it to you. 

“I’ll letcha know what I need in a few,” he downs his drink, and pushes off into the crowd. As soon as his silhouette is obscured, your bodyguards step closer, and you wince. The wine is terrible, tasting sweetly cheap. 

“How are you feeling?” Yuuta leans down and speaks in your ear. “Are you in pain?” You nod, you can still feel the dull throbbing of your ribs and head but it’s not prohibitive. “We can find you a place to sit.” Yuuta points, and not for the first time, you notice how much they go out of their way not to touch you. Somehow, they guide you to a booth where you sit by yourself, staring out at the throng of people. Normally, if you were working, you’d be making conversation with the richest looking man in the room. The girls used to try and guess who that was, based on bespoke suits, jewelry, and pure aura. You’d never had much luck, despite your brief brush with childhood wealth you’d spent your life on the outside of that world looking in. You take another gulp of wine, and finish the glass, pushing it away from yourself to find it nearly immediately replaced by a passing waiter. One of the bodyguards takes it before you can, looking at it before handing it to you. You consider taking your phone out, you’re in too much pain to dance, not that it would be allowed you assumed. 

Your hands shake on the table, and you force the rest of the wine down, as you take a deep breath in through your nose. You see him then, indisputably, the richest man in the room. It’s not the suit, which has to be hand dyed, you decide, in order to get that purple that was nearly black, almost black, so deep and rich. It’s not the rings decorating his hands, or the flash of the heavy chain around his neck. It’s not the intricately beautiful tattoo work on his chest, curling up onto his neck. It’s not his posture, his smirk, his delicate features. 

No, it’s the way he looks at you, the way he returns your gaze like a panther in the forest, the way he sizes you up, the little smile, intensity burning in his eyes, barely visible under a mop of light blonde hair. It’s the way he walks to you, swagger is the wrong word, his movements are sure. Deft. Intentional. You’re fully aware that he’s walking across the room to speak with you, and the crowd parts for him, his lazy smile hiding the intensity of his presence. He holds a hand out to you, his eyes flicking to the bruises around your wrist and on your clavicle. 

“Wakasa Imaushi.” He says, and your bodyguards take a slight step to the side, allowing you to take his hand. “You look miserable.”

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Almost forgot about this since the old A03 version was locked for a few months! So proud of the new revamp tho!! I can’t wait for more updates 😩

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➥ incubus!fushiguro toji x f!reader

genre: thriller, NSFW, (church + university + demon!au), PORN WITH PLOT, 18+.

summary: sex demons are not as provocative as you think they are. not only do they engage in sexual acts with humans, they thrive off their flesh and haunt the innocent in their nightmares. when an incubus disguised as a reverend suddenly turns a hungry eye on one of the students, gruesome events at the church slowly unfold— lust, gore, and blasphemous acts.

warnings: blasphemy, explicit sex, hierophilia (religion kink basically), manipulation, sacrilege, church sex, exhibitionism, corruption kink, aphrodisiacs, bondage, heavy obsession, blood kink, tentacles (but not tentacle sex), slight degrading, character deaths, blood & gore, angsty shit, murderous thoughts.

status: ongoing. updates mostly on sunday nights and sometimes on weekdays if i feel like it.

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note: written in toji’s pov, narration style similar to the Netflix show, “You.” pov will also change sometimes. this also takes place in a fictional setting called, “St. Reze University & Cathedral”

© 2021 poiseuns— please do not steal, plagiarize, modify, or repost anywhere.

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the vibes, the mood, the tone, this duo right here... *chef’s kiss*

Idea by: @lemonhubris ur wish is my command

Ref: Wilde

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HANDS DOWN MY FAV GETO FIC EVER PLS GO SUPPORT YA’LL

𝐂𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 ; geto suguru

Pairing : geto x fem! reader

Summary :

In which you found your secret crush stood in front of the student board, staring at one particular picture. Lifting his index finger to the tempered glass; Geto Suguru lightly muttered,

"I want to fuck her so bad."

-and the picture was you.

Note :

All rights reserved. No part of this book shall be reproduced, copied, translated or otherwise without prior permission from me.

This is a work of fiction. It contains explicit scenarios that are not encouraged for underage readers.

Every trigger warnings will be updated at the beginning of the chapter.

Chapter list : SEASON 1

01 : pervert • 02 : classmate • 03 : debt • 04 : locker room • 05 : video call • 06 : library • 07 : thighs • 08 : privacy • 09 : leather seat • 10 : cunning

Chapter list : SEASON 2

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Father forgive me for I have-

JJK x Priest series

This one inspired by @poiseuns ‘s fic !!

I did these series back on April… God its so shitty looking back at my old drawings… I was just playing around but ppl really liked it 💀

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I just kickstarted my next fic of Café Owner! Toji on my Wattpad and holy wow can I just... maybe simp for this man just a TEENY- teeny bit... please- I just can’t get over big beefy men who are absolute teddy bears once you see their soft side and how intimidating they seem at first, but when you see how passionate they are when they prepare drinks and do latte art omg??

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ooo….cafe owner toji is THE CUTEST THING ILL LIVE FOR IT - do tell when you post it, it sounds incredibly exciting as someone who loves coffee and toji

omg I never thought someone would vibe with this concept,, PLEASE- it was so unexpected of me to dream him in that AU but when I woke up I legit couldn’t stop thinking about it- as someone who also LOVES café hopping and this man... I will do my best to deliver 😩

I’ll be updating the series on my Wattpad first so feel free to follow me there if you’d like to read it by parts!

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I’m currently working on my next fanfic rn which is a Cafe Owner! Toji one that half ass manifested in my dreams few months ago BUT my dad had the audacity to wake me up before I got to the good part-

Decided to try different categories in writing so since my first fic leant towards smut, I’ll try out some fluff this time and bring out a more Domestic! Toji for a change ehe-

Tho later on maybe I might just make some smutty ones for him as well so... ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

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Thank you so much to everyone who’s liked and reblogged my first JJK fanfic of Gojo x Reader

“Kissing Strangers!”

I’m so happy to say that you can now read the very same oneshot on my A03 and Wattpad as well! All likes, kudos, and ratings are really appreciated there too ❤️

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THIS MADE MY DAY AAAAAA (´༎ຶོρ༎ຶོ`)

thank you so much Wendy I’ll never forget this 🥺

Hi Wendy! I want to let you know that ever since I found your blog it’s really inspired me to write my own fics once again and behold- I managed to finish my first smut AAAAAA

https://blameitoninsomnia.tumblr.com/post/660083008424017921/nsfw-warnings

I’m a veteran English AP / Honors student and never thought I’d pick up writing again but here we are! Thank you for always delivering us such amazing content and can’t wait to see more from you!!

Oh WOW!

You did so well! I'm so glad you're writing and enjoying it again.

Three cheers for you ༼ つ ◕_◕ ༽つ❤️❤️❤️

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Ok but not me re reading my first fic over and over wondering if I’m gonna hate it as time passes by ALSGSKSHSS

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Kissing Strangers

Gojo x Fem! Reader (4.2K)

This fic was heavily inspired by the mood created in DNCE's song "Kissing Strangers" which I absolutely fell in love with back when I was just a sophomore- and so after listening to it I just KNEW this was such a Gojo vibe LMAO- please listen to this for the full experience ya'll !

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⚠️ NSFW WARNINGS ⚠️

unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it irl)

alcohol consumption (reader is only slightly tipsy)

edging / orgasm denial (male receiving)

mild degradation ( jk unless...?)

gojo is his own warning (fuck him lmao)

🔞 MINORS DNI! 🔞

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Gojo Satoru, a name known by many in the streets of Tokyo. Towering people at 6'3 with his snow white tousled hair and his intoxicating crystal blue eyes under his signature umber shades, there's no way anyone could miss this man.

Oh, and of course he's the biggest fuckboy ever! Catch him kissing and having one night stands with strangers at clubs he stops by on his free time, not feeling a single drop of emotion or any connection whatsoever.

That is, until he happens to bump into you that one night at a club downtown, and something about you was far different than he ever had expected.

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It was a Friday night, and streets of Tokyo were bustling with people either just heading out from their exhausting day to day work with hopes of being able to chug a beer or two with some colleagues, to the typical party goers on their way out to celebrate with their other friends at the local clubs and pubs in the area.

Gojo had his usual business to deal within the cracks and corners of Shibuya tonight but either way, no one could tell he was a jujutsu sorcerer by the way he sneakily kept his cover hidden with his charming aura that won the eyes of many women (and occasionally even some men as well) whom he passed by casually.

So far, there were only a few low grade fly heads that were lurking around which he managed to take down almost effortlessly as he was, or rather self proclaimed to be

"The Strongest."

Seeing that there was plenty of time left, he decided to go on and about to his usual favorite places to kill the remaining hours.

He first made a stop by one of his favorite dessert places in Harajuku and ate some delicious crepes to keep his brain stimulated as infinity was always running on 24/7 in his head. With a sweet tooth like his, you can guarantee his brain will never fry off.

After wandering around some more, he then found himself in the middle of Shinjuku right at intersection of Kabuki Chō aka Japan's notorious "Red Light District" and swiftly entered one of the clubs called "Intoxicate." He was greeted by the owner Tsukasa whom he knew as he was quite a well known regular there himself. Ordering his favorite non alcoholic mocktail leaning onto the sweeter side, he sat there waiting for his drink to arrive while taking a good look around his surroundings tonight.

Music was slowly booming from the DJ, creating a rather intoxicating mood like the club's name suggested. A reverb and slowed down version of "Kissing Strangers" by DNCE started playing and that created a rather bold excitement in him as he continued to scan around looking to see if there was any lucky charms that caught his sight.

"Open heart, open mind

Never know who you'll find

Open heart, close your eyes

Kissing strangers."

Gifted with the six eyes that granted  him an immense sense of perception, they also held a very charming aura that easily drew the attention of many be it both curses and humans in which he always had hidden under his blindfold during his daily errands.

But now that it's clocked past his work hours, he switches to his signature pitch dark umber sunglasses and wears a comfortable button up shirt that still accentuated his slender features with the first two buttons left unbuttoned revealing a bit of his chest.

Gojo's known to be a huge player, so if you somehow end up playing your cards right or manage to get him interested in you enough, you might just find yourself in his arms caged beneath him while he locks those hypnotizing eyes onto yours as he whispers sweet words all drenched in honey. He's not picky either when it comes to who he chooses as he's slept with both men and women and couldn't really care about it at all as long as he could prove you were "weak" under his touch.

His egotistical demeanor and cocky nature has always led him to dominate in the bedroom, and just the thought of being to able to have anyone below him gave this unexplainable rush in his head. After downing a few sips of his sweet drink, he continued to look around to see if there was anyone interesting tonight at the club. Usually in most cases, he'd be the one to make a move if he saw someone that was fit under his radar and hit up with some small talk first.

His charm works almost like a spell and before you know it, he's already got his hand around their waist pulling them up against him as he drags them to the nearest motel. However, it seemed like tonight was going to be quite a challenge. Unable to pick someone to his liking within the few hours, he sat there on the bar's counter swirling his drink around wondering if luck wasn't on his side. Before he decided to call it a night, a figure suddenly sat next to him and proceeded to order their drink.

He glanced over from his side eye towards the stunning woman next to him. She seemed to have come alone and was dressed in a dangerously body hugging outfit that almost  had him drooling . He slapped himself mentally to the thought of it and tried oh so casually not to draw any attention just yet. But before he could act he then realized the woman was already looking towards his direction.

And just like that, Target: Locked.

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You had just gotten off from work and decided to hit a club since it was Friday night and you needed that stress reliever because why not right? Stopping by at home first and choosing a fit to wear, you went through all the outfits you had hovered in your closet.

"Nah... too baggy..."

"Hmm... too loose..."

"Huh?? what's mom's outfit doing in here..."

"Man... this just ain't it."

Before your hopes could be given up on, you finally spotted a dress that you hadn't worn since the last high school prom. It was this gorgeous bodycon dress with a halter neck that had small yet detailed rhinestones decorating along the neckline. You loved this dress so much since it hugged and gave your body the confidence it deserved, and being able to wear it once again felt just right.

Having to following the rules of modesty back during the prom, you only altered its length after graduation leaving the dress coming a little above knee level almost reaching your upper thigh for a scandalous touch. Nothing mattered anymore since this was a night meant for you, and there might be a lot to discover on your own so what was the hold up anyway?

You went to one of your favorite clubs only to be met with a sign that said:

"SORRY! WE'RE CLOSED FOR TONIGHT"

Sighing in disbelief, ran the thought that trying out a new venue wasn't so bad and you were always down for an adventure or two. Deciding to enter the club on the opposite side, the bright vivid neon pink sign right above the door blinked the club's name: "Intoxicate" and immediately you already felt drawn to it.

You entered the club, and felt the rush of anxiety and excitement that one gets for the first time at a foreign place. There wasn't much to do except maybe mingle around with other strangers so you decided to hit the bar first and grab your first drink of the night. Sitting down next to the individual with pitch black shades and a snow white hair, you noticed him swirling his drink almost out of boredom.

After the bartender noted down your drink of choice, a classic Cosmopolitan, you rummaged through your purse to find your phone and check up on your messages letting at least your close friends know where you'd be at tonight in case anything were to happen. When your drink finally arrived you took your first sip allowing the alcohol to slowly whisk down in your system, numbing every stress present from the awful load of work you pushed through at the office the entire day.

A few minutes in and you caught the stranger staring at you from the corner of your eye. You pretended to not notice at first in hopes of him making a move on you first. However tonight felt different, and perhaps it was either the alcohol kicking in, but a boldness in you emerged from within. And just like that,  you then slowly turned to his gaze, catching him in the act. He seemed startled by the sudden gesture, almost as if baffled that a girl like you would be bold enough to make a move.

Maybe he's not used to girls hitting on him first? Not that any of it mattered anyway, all you could think in that moment as you gazed back at the stranger was:

"Gotcha"

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“Damn, she’s quick.”

Gojo thought to himself as he tried his best to cover up his jittered demeanor with a poker face. To him, it was probably the first time anyone has made a bold move like that ever. Not that it hurt his ego or anything (news flash: it definitely did) , but it seemed to excite him as well in getting to know who the fierce individual sitting next to him could be like. Perhaps luck was on his side, maybe tonight he could test it out on his new target.

But before he could make a move, the woman spoke out:

"Well, looks like someone bored out of their mind."

At that same moment, you didn't realize your boldness to even strike any form of small talk to the man behind the shades. But the reaction he was giving back to you almost had you fall off your seat laughing, oh how he looked completely dumbfounded as if you ruined his chances to make a move on you first. Feeling the curiosity take over the best of you, you decided it would be fun to see how much further you can push onto the ice white haired stranger you just met.

Gojo immediately felt the hairs behind his neck stand up upon hearing your sudden but inviting voice. For someone like him who always had the first move in every random hookup, this was rather new. From the moment he realized you were already looking into his direction, to the confident small talk you engaged even before he even had a chance to, he indeed liked the shade of bold you were wearing for him, but was more interested into knowing how you would end up like once he's checkmated you.

As the hours passed by, you two ended up chatting and got to know each other a bit at the bar until it was almost closing time. You were a bit tad tipsy but enough to still be able to navigate around your surroundings as well as make conscious decisions. Well of course, now that you got the stranger (whom you later got to know as Gojo) with his hands around your waist guiding to his apartment to spend the rest of the night. He usually would drag his targets to some cheap motel and fuck their brains out to oblivion and be done with it, but something about you was different and he wanted to see what you could be like in the bedroom more closely...

On the way back he even took down a crazy drunkard who tried to attack you two out of nowhere near the alleyway behind his apartment. Feeling satisfied with his work and having probably impress you by a ton, he then turned to you and flashed a foxy grin, while also revealing his ocean blue eyes from below his sunglasses.

"Don't worry, I'm the strongest."

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From the moment the doors to his room were unlocked, the two of you were tangled up in a heated tango as your tongues danced around each other fighting for dominance. At first sight, Gojo saw you as a feisty one but never thought you'd be this much of a challenging brat. He liked that part of you regardless, knowing that in a few minutes you'd be under his control and the switches will be flipped once and for all.

However he couldn't be more wrong:

for a petite woman like you, sure had a crazy amount of strength. He wasn't even sure if you were secretly a jujutsushi like him, as he recalled the first time he met Yuji who had no nick of jujutsu knowledge in him yet his physical prowess was insane during his training arc. After tackling each other around for what felt like forever, he finally managed to pin you to the wall and lock both your arms up in his grasp.

"You sure know how to get me off brat..."

He said with his hot breathe against your ear, his tongue then licking a wide stripe down your neck causing you to shiver to the sensation. You felt his painfully erected bulge begging to be free from his tight slacks press up against, slowly grinding into you as his long slender hands hike your dress up revealing your aroused cunt that was already dripping with desire. He smiled seeing how needy you were for his touch and worked his way down to your throbbing clit, pushing past your lingerie and coating his fingers with your wet slick gathering at the glistening folds of your sex.

You moaned, burying your head into his neck as he played around with his digits, hitting spots that you could never hit on your own. He was delighted in seeing your reactions, and wasn't planning on going easy on you tonight. Before you knew it, he lifted you up and carried you princess style to his bedroom, gently placing you on the bed.

"Ever so the gentleman aren't you?"

He chuckled softly at your words as he continued to finish what he had started.

Every touch of his burned through your skin in ways unimaginable. One hand cupped your breasts while the other caressed along your waist line, making sure to pay extra attention to the soft plush of your thighs. You could say he literally memorized the dips and curves of your body like a blue print, not missing every inch and detail you had.

The sight of you just rolling your eyes back as your orgasm came in waves felt almost like watching a puppet show. With Gojo's slender long fingers tweaking the strings attached to you, every movement of yours followed through within his skillful puppetry. He then undressed himself whilst you kicked off your dress to the side eager to return him the favor. His length honestly, was just as stunning as him you had to admit. It was long and slender like his fingers and a baby pink color was dusted on his tip.

"Like what you see there, doll?"

He was already dripping with precum from the arousal earlier and you took the initiative,  startling him once again. You worked your tongue around his girth circling around it's head a few times. Gojo threw his head back suppressing his moans but your mouth was dripping like milk and honey as you continued to skillfully take down his aching cock. If this was what heaven felt like, then hell wouldn't need to wait for him any longer. Might as well his regards to Satan he thought to himself.

When he felt himself about to come, you stopped all together. He groaned looking down on you with his teeth gritted as if a golden opportunity just slipped out of his grip. You smiled at him slyly and tilted your head to the side, resting your chin on his thigh.

"What the hell was that for brat??"

You laughed at his sudden disappointment, then gripping his needy cock once again.

"Aw, don't tell me you can't handle a little edging now can't you?"

There's with that mocking tone again. That bratty mouth of yours he wish he could just stuff his cock down with till you choke on your own words. Yeah, that'll definitely shut you up. But knowing that he never likes losing he decided to take up on the dumb challenge. Prolong his release? Piece of cake. Heck, everyone knows he can literally do anything he tries to but for the sake of the next generation he prohibits himself from doing so. But this was obviously different and he wouldn't let his ego be shattered by some stupid brat like you.

"Ha, you think I can't handle your dumb game ? Challenge accepted ;)"

You smirked then continued to go down on him and with each time he was about to cum, you kept on edging him to the max. At this point he probably lost count of how many times he's prolonged himself that he might as well get blue balled. There's just something about the way your silky tongue moved up and down his length, that he started to wonder whether he would eventually regret on taking up your offer.

He was almost gassed out by the time you edged him for the fifth? seventh time? Time wasn't even a concept anymore, he just wished you'd get on to the main event already. You then positioned yourself on top of him teased around his cock with the wet slick of your pussy a few times. He was growing impatient with your teasing and gritted his teeth trying oh so hard not to let out another moan from his mouth. You felt the adrenaline rush seeing him try not to curse under his breath, as you finally lowered slowly onto his length inch by inch you looked straight into his needy eyes.

"Oh don't be so dramatic Gojo, I'm only getting started."

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Gojo couldn't believe it. The brat he thought would be tamed tonight was out here riding him into oblivion. You were seriously a whole other level of all one night stands he's had. God knows how long you were going on at it, and even as you rode him the stupid edging game from earlier still applied. How were you not knocked out yet after cumming around his cock so many times?

The way your pussy gripped onto him practically was begging to milk out every last drop he had. But he didn't want to lose to this bet even if it meant he had to prolong his turn just a bit more.

He'd be absolutely lying if he said he could hold out forever, because at this rate he was about to lose it all if he couldn't cum at least once. He was at his limit, and soon you were as well. Not wasting any time he decided to take matters in his own hands and thrusted his hips upwards which caught you off guard as you tried to keep up with his merciless pace. Now who's in charge? And here he thought he was about to lose it all over some brat he met at a club.

Who was he kidding right? He's the strongest after all, and he absolutely was going to hollow this pussy out one way or another.

You felt him hitting the deepest spots in you that had you grabbing onto his biceps. The strongest he was, but you never thought he was an absolute fuck fest of a beast in bed as the rumors say. That's right, you knew about the Satoru Gojo from many others who've been defeated by him from their one night stands. But call it fate, you never thought you'd be able to cross paths with him tonight. And as much as you wanted to lose into the feeling all together, you weren't going to give up without a fight.

After you reached your peak and came once more, you felt him chasing his high after you, and his hip movements slowly stuttered. You rode out your orgasm with your quivering walls shaking and gripping onto his cock for dear life. And by the way you held onto him, he too could get used to this feeling forever if the universe allowed him to.

"Shit, I'm-  getting close."

Gojo's felt his breath start to hitch and right before he thought he was going to release inside of you wanting to finally end this one hell of an edging challenge (that he didn't even know why he agreed to) and that bratty mouth of yours once and for all. As he was about reach his peak: you pulled out your last trump card of the night and quickly lifted yourself up causing him to spill all over himself instead. You laughed at the utter shock he was at, knowing that was the face of true defeat.

"Y-You.... you freak... and you did this for what..."

He said as he panted heavily while covering his eyes with his forearm as he slowly came down from his high. You simply smirked and said:

"Aw...did you really think you were gonna blow your load in me like that?"

You tilted your head to the side, examining the beautiful mess that lay before you, absolutely defeated.

"And... ya gotta admit that I did getcha good didn't I?"

And just like that, the self proclaimed "strongest" jujutsu sorcerer was successfully dominated in the bedroom, by a simple girl who can't even use jujutsu. What a shame for him, the confident man who thought would be able to keep up his streak of dominance only to have the tables turned. Looking around his room you spotted one of those vintage instax polaroid cameras on his bedside table. Wondering if there was any film left in it, you fiddled around to see if something could be worked out.

"Don't... even...think- there's any films left in that old junk- anymore... sweetie..."

Gojo said, still catching his breath. He noticed how you were eager to observe the camera alone, as if you were longing for that nostalgic feeling. After a few minutes it seemed like you found the switch and saw there was one more film left, not sure if it was even way past it's expiration date. Regardless, a smile spread across your face, one that was enough to pop a nerve at him.

"Huh... and what are you smiling about? You want a picture or something? Give me a break... I'll take one for you later-"

He was stopped mid sentence by your sudden change of position as you propped the camera's frontside facing towards you. You focused the camera's view  making sure Gojo fit in the frame mostly and the corner had a little bit of you in it as well. Before he could say anything after realizing what you were about to do, you flashed a smile at him:

"Oh? Nah, this isn't for me dumbass. Now, smile for the camera LOSER!"

The shutter clicked, blinding Gojo as he cursed under his breath, rubbing his sensitive cerulean eyes from the exposure. You bursted into laughter upon his reaction and waited for the polaroid to develop on its own. After waiting a few minutes for the chemicals to settle in, there it was. A close up of Gojo in the most vulnerable position ever while also still covered in his own release. There was a bit of you in the corner and your eyes were definitely smiling along like the big grin you wore before you snapped the photo.

“Yoo, it came out pretty clean and-”

You paused for a moment, making sure to give Gojo (who was obviously was not enjoying the slander before him) the most annoying side eye glance ever before continuing:

"God do you look absolutely pathetic..."

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At this point, the idea of defeat ironed the deepest roots of confidence Gojo had in him left upon hearing those words from your bratty mouth that he failed to shut up. He couldn't care anymore, you were seriously something else. You rolled off the bed and looked for a sharpie pen to decorate the polaroid with. The room was then filled with the scent of the marker and the sounds of your scribbling, god knows what to be exact.

When you seemed satisfied with what you wrote, he saw you pin the photo to his bulletin board where photos of him during his youth were littered all over with nostalgia. You then made your way to the bathroom and poked your head out, sticking a tongue out to him, then allowed yourself to start running the shower.

God you were indeed a damn brat, but he wasn't going to blame you since you gave him the ride of his life.

After recovering fully and feeling more stable with his breath, he walked over to join you in the shower. He stopped to take a closer look at the polaroid you pinned to his board, and written in the fancy metallic gold sharpie read:

"Who's the strongest now? :P "

Gojo gritted his teeth. He turned to the bathroom and caught your cheeky smirk from the mirror's reflection as you saw him take notice of your little gift for tonight's loser.

You were really something.

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Some words to use when writing things:

winking

clenching

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fluttering

contracting

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humming

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driving

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force

injecting

filling

dilate

stretching

lingering

expanding

bouncing

reaming

elongate

enlarge

unfolding

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harshly

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precision

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accept

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niche

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rolling

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this blog is currently under construction but thought to leave a mini hi hello post for now! whewwww- never imagined i would be exploring this side of me but here we are,, expect both fluffy wholesome content as well as some filthy mcnasty side dishes 👁👄👁 currently into the jjk fandom so expect a lot of that for now! will slowly start to explore more characters to write on and hope to meet new followers here soon! big thank you to my main bestie @2dmendictionary for inspiring me to get started in fanfic writing once again ❤️ can’t wait to drop some good stuff with you soon boo!