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confessed yesterday that ive been through every single (filtered) search result on the kirishima/reader ao3 tag and now i genuinely need to sit down and write one for myself because there simply isnt enough and i need everyone to understand my latest suffering
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Eid Mubarak, I love you all, may we witness a free Palestine within our lifetimes inshallah
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the idea of someone strong enough to actually physically lift me up and down on their cock makes my brain shut down
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my blog is a safe space for me. the rest of you are in danger i think
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say what you want ab twitter mha fans those niggas are FUNNYYYYYYYY LMFAOOOOOOOO
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i hope one day i wonโt have to talk about Nothing all the time
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you see higuruma hiromi for the first time on a lonesome tuesday, walking out of your bossโ office with a blond man by his side.
โwho are they?โ you ask the bartender, pop an amaretto cherry into your mouth, eyes glued to the two stoic men.
โtheyโre the new owners of the club,โ he replies, wipes down the countertop. โthe blond is nanami kento and the other guy is his lawyer.โ
the lawyer looks directly at you, then โ smiles, makes you turn away in embarrassment for staring.
you properly meet higuruma hiromi on a busy friday, his tie loose around his neck and a glass of expensive whiskey in his hand, legs spread open. one of the other girls is entertaining him, pliant fingers grazing the underside of his chin as she whispers something into his ear.
he stares at you, smirks, turns to say something into her mouth โ
โboss on 2b is asking for you in ten.โ
you look at the manager. โthe lawyer?โ
he looks at his phone, thumbs tapping away, before giving you half a glance. โthatโs the one.โ
ten minutes pass in a flash and butterflies unexpectedly swarm your tummy as you approach the vip section โ but you shoo them away, know you have no time for silly crushes; you ought to take advantage of such an opportunity and milk him dry of money.
โheya, boss.โ you smile, walk toward him, prompt him to touch you.
the lawyer takes a drink of his whiskey, looks at you with hazy eyes and a charming smile. โhi, sweetheart.โ
youโre putty in his hands.
โwhat brings you here?โ you scratch the back of his head soothingly, heart fluttering as he leans into your fingers and groans in pleasure at your touch.
โyou,โ he replies, looks at you with such an intensity you want to melt into him. he wraps his fingers around your wrist, kisses your soft flesh. โi want to take you out on a date.โ
you see the universe in his eyes.
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been having weird chest pains is this the end
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