hello there ^^ i’m privarot (priv/priva for short is fine)! i'm a 22 year old black enby (they/them)!
this blog is 18+ only. minors do not interact. i will block you on sight. i don’t care how close you may be to 18. go away.
welcome to hueco mundo
i finally decided, again, that i need to pick up a writing blog. my old one (@privarot-archive) i didn't mess with for a while and felt like i needed a fresh start! all of my writing posts will be under the #privarot tag for organization’s sake.
i do take requests at times! feel free to ask for headcanons or drabbles! however, i of course have the right to refuse a request for any reason at all. please do not take this to heart. some things i just may not feel totally comfortable portraying.
please keep in mind that writing takes time! i battle a lot of writer's block, so i may be kind of touch and go, but i'm really hoping that starting this up again will help with that! rushing me will not get me to finish things at a faster pace.
i will write any gender that you request! there is a lack of x male!readers out here, and i want to try and make a bit of a dent in that one step at a time! gender neutral is going to be my default, though!
current (and main) fixation: bleach
most of what i will be writing will likely be bleach related! it is what i am the most comfortable with, and what i have the most experience with writing. especially the arrancar. i will be writing the arrancar with more animalistic traits (growling, purring, scent marking, etc).
other fandoms that i will write for are going to be sporadic! it'll just be whatever that i get an itch for.
things that i will write:
fluff
smut
angst
gore(ish)
things that i will not write:
noncon
some kinks (if you aren't sure, just ask! there's no harm in checking)
even if there are things that i'm not comfortable with writing, i am not looking to engage in or deal with any sort of fictional arguments. i do not care. do not come at me with it. i stay with the "don't like, scroll away" mindset.
other than all of that, feel free to send messages to my ask box even when requests are closed if you're looking to ramble, make confessions or share a headcanon! i am always open to a chat!
thinking about grimmjow headbutting you like the cat he is when he’s feeling affectionate
those headbutts aren’t easy, either. he’s fully cracking his forehead against yours or some part of your body. if you complain, he’ll tell you to suck it up, especially if you’re an arrancar. “just keep yer hierro up.” the little shithead.
or rubbing his cheek against yours or against the top of your head to love on you and cover you in his scent in one motion. sometimes he does that little thing where his lip gets pushed up and his teeth skim your skin—or he just straight up tries to rub with the wrong cheek and all you get is his mask grating you.
➳❥ 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: Umm, idk if this is in your wheel house, but may i request for omega grimmjow with a submissive, alpha reader?
➳❥ 𝐀/𝐍: Not gonna lie…I wasn’t expecting to struggle with this reverse dynamic. I hope I wrote it well for an first attempt and you all enjoyed it 🫣
➳❥ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+content, gn!reader, omegaverse, abo dynamics, mentions of heat and rut, marking, possessiveness, aggressive behaviour, fluff content as well
𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
˚₊‧꒰ა Omega!Grimmjow who...wanted to explode and tear everything to pieces the day he discovered he was your Omega, but then calmed down after realising that you weren’t controlling or dominant. It made he relax and shift into protective mode.
˚₊‧꒰ა Omega!Grimmjow who...loved to tease how soft and submissive you were for an alpha. In the beginning, he was such an ass and did hurt your feelings because it was a concern for you given the rank you held. But now, if anyone so much as comment of your docile ways, he doesn’t care. He’s ready to fight. “Wanna say that again asshole, but with my claws down your throat?”
˚₊‧꒰ა Omega!Grimmjow who...is ready to fight anyone and everyone, tooth, claw and nail for you. It took him such a long while to warm up to the idea of being an omega. But due to you being softer and more gentler than what he expected, the natural instincts to be nurtured won, and led him to submitting. “You’re lucky it’s you. Anyone else and I’d tear them to pieces. Now rub my head…please.”
˚₊‧꒰ა Omega!Grimmjow who...lives for how easy it is to fluster you. It’s as simple as brushing his hand over your stomach while you’re cuddling and he’s grinning as you stammer out his name, wide eyes, and flushed cheeks. “Heh…that easy to wind up, huh?”
˚₊‧꒰ა Omega!Grimmjow who...doesn’t let you make decisions when it comes to him. “Tch. You don’t pick where we eat, what we do, or how I’m spendin’ the day with you. You just sit there lookin’ pretty and let me take care of you, yeah?”
˚₊‧꒰ა Omega!Grimmjow who...tugs you down into his lap after missions, big clawed hand petting your head while you lie against his chest like a worn-out pup.
˚₊‧꒰ა Omega!Grimmjow who...steals your hoodies and wears them around your shared space with zero shame, sleeves bunched up around his elbows, tail flicking lazily, his scent layered thick over yours until you smell like him entirely.
˚₊‧꒰ა Omega!Grimmjow who...keeps a nest that you’re not allowed to touch unless invited. It’s full of clothes that smell like you, pillows you’ve used, and sometimes even a shirt you didn’t know was missing. You only realise it’s there when you find him curled around it, purring.
˚₊‧꒰ა Omega!Grimmjow who...always makes you sit between his thighs, back to his chest, so he can wrap his arms around your middle and nuzzle into your neck like he’s the alpha, not you.
˚₊‧꒰ა Omega!Grimmjow who...growls low when anyone talks to you for too long, especially other alphas. He has no fear, nor does he let them finish their sentence before dragging you by the wrist and muttering,
˚₊‧꒰ა Omega!Grimmjow who...calls you “his good alpha” only when you’ve been especially obedient—like keeping quiet while you straddle his lap and letting him thrust upwards slowly, cooing against your lips, “That’s it…stay still, lemme use you proper.”
˚₊‧꒰ა Omega!Grimmjow who...gets into these moods where he just wants to hold you and not let go. He’ll sit in bed with you in his lap, hand under your shirt. “You’re mine. Every inch of you.”
˚₊‧꒰ა Omega!Grimmjow who...absolutely spoils you without letting you know. Leaves little things in your space—your favourite snack, favourite scent in his nest, a new blanket. If you ask, he huffs and says “Wasn't for you. I just had extra.”
˚₊‧꒰ა Omega!Grimmjow who...gets annoyed when you apologise too much. He’ll grip your face, force you to stare at him. “You don’t need to say sorry every five seconds. You’re my alpha. Act like it.”
˚₊‧꒰ა Omega!Grimmjow who...always smells like home. That soft, musky comfort that makes you dizzy and safe, like he’s your whole world—and he knows it. “You get needy off my scent, don’t you?”
˚₊‧꒰ა Omega!Grimmjow who...pretends to hate cuddles but wraps his arms and legs around you like a damn octopus in bed. If you even try to get up, he growls against your shoulder. “I didn’t say you could move yet.”
˚₊‧꒰ა Omega!Grimmjow who...gets genuinely offended when you don’t ask him to help with something. You’re struggling with a box? Picking up clothes? Looking for something? “Why the hell didn’t you call me? You think I don’t take care of my alpha?”
˚₊‧꒰ა Omega!Grimmjow who...laughs low and dirty when he’s got you blushing, thighs rubbing together and breath shaky. “You gonna beg yet, or you just gonna sit there lookin’ cute and squirmy?”
˚₊‧꒰ა Omega!Grimmjow who...gives the softest kisses when you’re crying. He’ll pull your face into his hands, press slow kisses to your brow, cheek, lips, and murmurs, “You’re okay, sweetheart. You’ve got me. You’ve always got me.”
˚₊‧꒰ა Omega!Grimmjow who...won’t let you walk properly after a bad rut. Not because he’s mean—but because he insists on carrying you bridal style with a smug grin all the way to the bath.
˚₊‧꒰ა Omega!Grimmjow who...nuzzles you awake every morning with a sleepy voice and heavy limbs wrapped around you. “Mornin’. You’re warm. Stay here a bit longer. Just five more minutes, yeah?”
˚₊‧꒰ა Omega!Grimmjow who...eats off your plate. Doesn’t ask. Doesn’t care. Just takes your food and growls if you try to stop him.
˚₊‧꒰ა Omega!Grimmjow who...lets you bite his mating gland only once, and then gets so overwhelmed by how deep it made him feel bonded to you that he hides his face in your chest for the next hour, shaking and clingy.
˚₊‧꒰ა Omega!Grimmjow who...always calls you “his alpha” with a smirk, like he owns you even though you’re the one technically higher rank. “C’mere, my alpha. You’re too far away.”
˚₊‧꒰ა Omega!Grimmjow who...strokes your hair while you suck on his fingers during heat, and murmurs with a soft chuckle, “Look at you. Just for me.”
˚₊‧꒰ა Omega!Grimmjow who...lets you lie in his lap, head on his thigh, while he reads or watches something. Every few minutes, his hand just cards through your hair or scratches your scalp while you hum contentedly.
˚₊‧꒰ა Omega!Grimmjow who...gets extremely protective when you’re sick. You can barely sneeze before he’s dragging you back to bed, pressing his forehead to yours, and growling at the thermometer like it insulted him.
˚₊‧꒰ა Omega!Grimmjow who...whispers filthy things with the softest voice imaginable while spooning you during rut. “Gonna keep you full all week. Not gonna let a drop out. All mine.”
˚₊‧꒰ა Omega!Grimmjow who...kisses your knuckles every time you start doubting yourself. Holds your hand and presses warm kisses to your fingers with quiet devotion. “You’re not weak. You’re perfect. You’re mine.”
˚₊‧꒰ა Omega!Grimmjow who...never says ‘I love you’ in words, but shows it in every rough cuddle, every plate of food shoved at you, every blanket dragged over your shoulders when you're tired.
˚₊‧꒰ა Omega!Grimmjow who...teases you for crying during sex, but softens the second you hide your face. Kisses your cheek and whispers, “Don’t hide that. I like how much you feel. Makes me wanna keep you forever.”
˚₊‧꒰ა Omega!Grimmjow who...is lowkey obsessed with your scent and makes you sit in his lap while he just breathes you in. Doesn’t talk. Just holds you. Nose buried against your neck, lips brushing your scent gland.
˚₊‧꒰ა Omega!Grimmjow who...hums lullabies under his breath to help you sleep—not that he’d ever admit it. If you ask, he just says, “You were twitchin’. Shut up and go to sleep.”
˚₊‧꒰ა Omega!Grimmjow who...pushes you down gently and tells you, “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of everything. You just lie back and feel me.”
˚₊‧꒰ა Omega!Grimmjow who...makes you wear his bite mark visible. If you try to cover it, he physically removes your collar, smirks, and says, “Try again. That’s my fuckin’ claim.”
˚₊‧꒰ა Omega!Grimmjow who...always comes back to you no matter what. Bloody, tired, angry—he still crawls into your space, buries himself in your arms, and mutters, “You’re the only thing that calms me down, y’know that?”
d’you guys think grimmjow would get stalker-y if you were human?
he gets a little too curious about where you run off to when you’re not at urahara’s, and then a little too curious about where this job of yours is. maybe plays it off as him watching you go to-and-fro to make sure no one fucks with you—human nor hollow.
he knows how to stay hidden. sometimes you think you feel his reiatsu or catch a glimpse of him, but it’s gone so fast that you can convince yourself that you’re just imagining things.
slipping his way in through one of your windows when you’re gone or in another part of the house just so that he can breathe in big lungfuls of your scent—leave his own scent all over in a way that you won’t notice, but other hollows sure will. he’s branding you as all his the right way (according to him, at least).
and he’s certainly taking random articles of your clothing with him when he leaves. he doesn’t care whether it’s obvious or not. either you’ll notice missing shirts, or you’ll notice that faint eye-shine of his, watching you through your blinds every night.
Alright here we go here's pt 2 of Bleach guys holding your hand!! Thank u @ireallylikehotguys for suggesting this I'm always open for more suggestions
Alas, let's get on with the bullshit
Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez:
This guy probably always walks like he's in a hurry and pissed so he's the type to just grab ur arm and drag u along because you're slow as hell (his words, not mine, don't shoot the messenger). But like, he's dragging you along. Trust me, he wouldn't bother if he didn't actually want u there too. He's a cat, pretending it's mere coincidence you end up in the same place together.
Ulquiorra Cifer:
He doesn't get it. Obviously. Look at who we're talking about. But deep inside, he craves the connection. Start off small, he won't pull away, he'll probably keep glancing down at your entwined hands. He may be quiet, but don't be fooled, he's been thinking about and analyzing the small intimacy since you took his hand.
Coyote Starrk:
Let's be real here. Hand holding? No, he's draping himself over you like the overtired bum he is. This is 100% a nap disguised as a romantic gesture. And if Lilynette sees? Oh there'll be no peace. For him. You're just a casualty here. But then again, something tells me you don't mind this grown, warm man using you like a cat finding a sun spot.
Szayelaporro Granz:
He's....yeah. alright. It might look romantic on the surface, because of the positioning and gesture. You may think of it as such, but do not be fooled. Like Mayuri, He's probably analyzing the oils on your skin rn or some bullshit and just disguising it with theatrical romance, saying shit like "love is the greatest unsolved mystery, the most dangerous drug, and the most thrilling hypothesis for a scientist" or whatever. He's distracting you, the moment you look away he's gonna lick your hand. Kink or science? The line is blurrier than you'd think.
Shuhei Hisagi:
Now. This poor guy. Is not good at handling casual intimacy at all oh my dayssss. Does he want it?? Yes. Will he be red in the face and unable to speak if he receives it?? Yes indeed. Don't give up tho, perhaps one day he might be able to look at you during such a moment! Ah but he does love it, craves it even. He's just...bad at handling it.
Rojuro Otoribashi:
Now this is a man who's romantic to his cooooorreeee. Hand holding? Yes, but what's better? Dramatically kissing your hand and pulling you in by the waist, now THATS romantic. He will be using this moment as inspiration later, he will be writing you a ballad, there is no escape. He will happily serenade you, but like, privately and romantically. You are indeed his muse.
Hello ! Could I request a scenario where zommari, barrangan and di-roy s/o likes to sit on their lap and kiss them please ? (Love your work btw)
Underappreciated character request, yayyyy~! :Dc
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Zommari
Despite the distant, gnawing, ever-present feeling of wrongness at having another body so close, Zommari allows you this— this, being the right to reach out to him on your own terms, to show affection in the foreign, careless ways that come so easily to your kind.
Humans are warm, flushed with life and the steady thrum of a pulse under his palm. Focusing on that helps keep him grounded, even when your mouth moves dangerously close to his skin.
“...you’re comfortable like this?” he asks. Not hesitant, not disbelieving, just... curious, about what pleasure you find in this closeness.
“Mhmm. Is it okay for you, too?” Your voice is a quiet hum against his skin; he can’t suppress how his body shivers in response.
“It’s... acceptable. Not unpleasant, for now.”
You kiss his cheek again. Easy. Comfortable. Like exposing yourself to a predator’s grasp is as natural as the little sigh of breath that follows. Clearly, you see some purpose in this... perhaps, he’ll come to understand it too.
Baraggan
Even in this position, Baraggan is about as still as the twisted, gnarled bone that makes up his throne. He lets you situate yourself in his lap with little more than a steadying hand on your waist— and then waits, just to see what his fearless little human will attempt.
The brush of your lips against his jaw earns only a low hum in response. His grip on you tightens just slightly; reacting to the sensation more than protesting the contact at all.
“You’re awfully comfortable here,” he says eventually. “Mighty brave, offering yourself up to the king without fearing for your life,”
“You wouldn’t hurt me,” is your reply, still calm and self-assured.
He’d kill anyone else for the presumption alone... but with you, it doesn’t feel like disrespect. His most prized possession willingly settled close is only natural, Baraggan tells himself.
There’s nothing strange about wanting to keep you near.
Di-Roy
He may be scrawny and weak by Arrancar standards, but your weight in Di-Roy’s lap is still nothing. It’s no problem at all, letting you settle in as close as you want, using him like some uselessly bony, sharp-edged pillow.
...your teeth near his throat are another story. He doesn’t quite suppress the instinctive, jittery shudder when you press a few soft little kisses along his jaw, and of course, of course, you notice. Stupid human sensibilities, caring about shit like if you think he’s scared.
“Was that too much?” you ask, all innocent and careful. It doesn’t even sound like you’re insulting him, which is somehow worse than the usual alternative.
“Nope. It’s fine. Totally fine,” Di-Roy replies, aiming for relaxed and ending up with pathetically strangled and tense.
You don’t call it out, or laugh at him for getting panicky over nothing. You just lay your cheek back down on his shoulder and nuzzle into his jacket like that’s just as nice as what you were doing before.
“‘kay. But tell me if anything feels wrong, alright? I want to be good to you.”
Di-Roy’s non-existent heart twists miserably in his chest.
what are the chances of grimmjow being much more of a cuddler than he looks due to really enjoying body heat?
he's like that as is—meshing as close as he can get until he's nearly crawling into your skin. if you asked him about it towards the beginning of your relationship, he'd probably scrunch up his nose and want to deny it, but now he just gives you a "so fuckin' what?" before shoving his face into your sternum in some act of indignation.
he seeks you out whether or not he truly means to. he just can't help it.
maybe he missed the closeness of his pack before everything slid sideways. maybe he just hadn't realized how good it would feel to have your warmth bleeding down into his bones. hueco mundo was just as cold as it was unforgiving. it's almost natural instinct to try and huddle around the warmest thing that he can find.
he's like this regardless, but humans especially bewilder him. arrancar run cold as is—being undead and all—but humans? humans radiate heat like some sort of mini flame that he can't quite get enough of.
his favorite is when he can get to you just after you've been in the sun for a while. you're almost deliciously warm and you smell just like the sun that you've been under all day.
making it past the couch is near impossible, and if you manage that, he still stalks and crowds you into your room—trying to get you to the bed and skin-to-skin as soon as possible. maybe his lips twitch a little if you giggle at his efforts, but he stays focused, jumpsuit going unzipped to hang down around his waist and his hands tugging at your shirt.
"grimmjow," you admonish, as if you aren't grinning at him anyway.
"not askin' for that, perv. jus' let me feel."
he purrs himself up a storm once he gets you down into the covers and your bare chest against his. even lets his hierro slip down to its weakest point possible just to greedily take in more of that heat.
he has to actively fight the urge to scoot down and bury his face in against the center of your chest for the millionth time since the two of you have gotten together, but despite his efforts, he'll eventually make his way there regardless.
put your hand in his hair and scratch along his scalp while he does. it'll get him kneading at your sides in contentment. <3
i don't CARE how ai writes, you will never take the em dash away from me. that shitbox robot writing doesn't get to force me to change how i wanna write my own stuff.
💭 thinking about dad!Leon during one of those many sleepless nights with your daughter ᝰ.ᐟ
It’s late, and your daughter is downright refusing to sleep, so here you are— lying in bed with a rowdy baby who is very opinionated on the topic of early nights, blabbering nonsense right into your ear whilst Leon tries his best to coax her to lie down
“C’mon… leave your mom alone, you rascal.” He sighs, gently prying the little girl from where she’s climbing all over you.
She has absolutely none of it, letting out a fussy cry and kicking her legs out in protest as she shakes her head a firm no— already begging to blubber, bottom lip jutting out and everything.
“Mama isn’t a jungle gym. It’s eleven o’clock at night, do you understand that?” Leon continues to argue with her as if she could understand a single word coming out of his mouth, and she all but gurgles down at her father in return with a huff and puff. You can’t help but giggle into the pillows— god, she was going to be a nightmare by the time she learns how to walk and talk.
“We shouldn’t have given her that ice cream before bed.” You sigh, definitely living in regret, watching as your daughter now clambers all over Leon with a slight wobble to her tiny legs— still getting used to using those muscles.
“We live, and we learn.” He replies, bringing his hand to rest against his daughter's back so she doesn’t topple over as she climbs up onto his chest with a gleeful squeal.
Her tiny hands press against Leon’s stubbly cheeks, and he lies there, eyes closed, letting her smush at his face as if he were made out of Play-Doh. You shuffle closer until you’re pressed against his side, your head resting against his shoulder as he brings his free arm to wrap around you tightly— caressing the length of your back.
“What’re you doing to your poor dad, hmm?” You whisper up at her, smiling when her round, curious eyes blink down at you— blue just like her daddy’s.
“Giving me a very bad massage.” His response comes out deadpanned.
She giggles, big eyes flickering back to Leon as he pretends to nibble at her fingers, which sends her into another fit of giddy laughter— her little feet kicking at his sides and her fingers poking at his face to try and get him to do it again. You won’t actually fall asleep until three in the morning because your daughter clearly thinks it’s playtime, but maybe that’s the joy of being a parent, these late nights together.
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AN: it’s so hot in the UK right now I wrote this in a daze so my bad if it’s buns
knowing the bouncer at your favourite club really is the best..♡ (bouncer!toji x chubby!reader)
every bouncer at the club knows you by now because you always show up laughing too loud with a tiny outfit on, all soft curves, heels clicking against the sidewalk while toji stands outside the entrance built like a damn wall pretending he doesnt immediately notice you in line every single weekend.
"there he is!" you yell happily the second you spot him, pointing at him dramatically while the people around you turn to look.
toji reaches over immediately and snatches your ID out of your hand before you can wave it around any harder, his brows pulling together while he checks it despite already knowing your birthday by memory at this point.
"why you always gotta announce yourself like that," he mutters roughly, handing the ID back while his eyes drag over your face for a second too long. you grin at him without shame, fingers curling around the card while you lean closer to the barricade.
"cause youre my favorite bouncer," you tell him sweetly, lashes batting just enough to make the guy behind you snort.
toji clicks his tongue under his breath like hes annoyed, but the corner of his mouth still twitches before he steps aside to let you in. the other bouncers think the whole thing is hilarious because toji hates almost everybody at this job.
everybody else gets dirty looks, grunts, and the occasional threat when they start acting stupid, but you quite literally get let in for free half the time.
the problem starts a couple hours later when youre drunk enough to think climbing onto the bar during some terrible song is a good idea. and one of the bartenders immediately goes to get toji, again.
toji pushes through the crowd already looking irritated, broad shoulders knocking people aside while flashing lights bounce across his face, and the second you spot him your entire face lights up.
"my bouncer!" you yell excitedly, nearly losing your balance trying to point at him.
"yeah, yeah." he mutters tiredly, grabbing your waist before you can topple over backward, his fingers digging into the generous flesh there. "partys done, cmon."
you whine dramatically while he hauls you away from the bar like an oversized cat, one massive arm locked around your middle while your heels scrape uselessly against the floor.
"noo, toji, Im dancin.." you complain loudly, head falling against his shoulder while he drags you through the crowd.
"you were damn near upside down on top'a the counter," he replies flatly, tightening his grip when you wobble again.
"thats not illegal.." you argue immediately, pouting up at him while the cold air hits your face the second he carries you outside.
"felt illegal." he mutters, finally setting you down near the entrance while keeping one hand firm on your waist so you dont drift away. usually this is the part where people get shoved into an uber and sent home, but not you, because youre special apparently.
thirty minutes later youre still standing beside him at the front entrance with his security jacket hanging off your shoulders while you "help" check IDs.
"you missed one." you whisper suspiciously while leaning heavily against his arm, pointing at a completely normal man entering the club. toji glances down at you slowly, cigarette tucked behind his ear while his hand stays braced against your back.
"you can barely see straight," he says dryly, watching your eyes struggle to focus on the line.
"Im checking. I can tell when someones lying from how theyre dressed." you reply seriously, narrowing your eyes at the next person walking up.
"that aint a real thing," he mutters, rubbing a hand over his face while you dramatically stick your hand out toward the poor guy in front of you.
"ID," you demand sternly, trying your hardest to sound authoritative despite swaying slightly, and the man actually hands it over.
you stare at it for several long seconds, lips pursed in concentration while toji watches the whole thing.
"I dont know what any of this means.." you admit finally, turning toward him with complete sincerity while holding the ID up helplessly. toji lets out this rough tired laugh through his nose before taking it from your hand, shoulders shaking slightly while he hands it back to the customer.
"go sit down somewhere fore you mess this all up. ya cant even read right now." he mutters, steering you gently away from the entrance with one large hand against your lower back.
"no," you reply immediately, grabbing onto his arm with both hands while your cheek presses against his shoulder. "Im working."
"you are absolutely not workin," he says flatly, but he still keeps you beside him anyway while you whisper nonsense security concerns into his ear for the next twenty minutes.
and by the time toji finally gets his break, youre still attached to him, warm and tipsy beside his body while his security jacket nearly swallows you whole.
"you see them shoes?" you whisper to him, leaning closer.
"baby, focus on standin upright first."
you glare at him immediately. youre not having the disrespect.
"I am upright." you huff, even though you almost trip while saying it.
"that guy has fake gucci.." you whisper seriously while pointing toward the entrance, eyes narrowed with drunken suspicion.
toji snorts quietly around the cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth before grabbing your waist and pulling you straight into his lap the second he sits down behind the club, your ass hitting his thighs.
"you can barely see," he mutters, settling back in the chair while one thick arm locks securely around your middle, hand resting on your upper thigh.
"I can feel it," you insist stubbornly, immediately melting against his chest while your fingers start playing with the rings on his hand.
"that dont even make sense." he replies, smoke curling into the cold night air while his rough palm rubs slowly up your thigh absentmindedly. one of the other bouncers walks past and laughs under his breath after spotting you curled up comfortably in tojis lap.
"you babysittin again?" the guy asks, grinning while toji shoots him an irritated look.
"mind your business," toji mutters immediately, pulling you a little closer against his chest while you mumble something sleepy into his shoulder. a couple minutes later your head starts drooping heavier against him, lashes fluttering while the alcohol finally catches up to you completely.
"..toji" you mumble tiredly, fingers hooking weakly into the front of his shirt. "i think m'gettin sleepy.."
"yeah?" he mutters, glancing down at you while putting out his cigarette against the metal chair beside him.
you squint up at him lazily, still curled against his chest while music pounds faintly from inside the club.
"am I fired?" you ask.
toji actually laughs at that, one hand sliding up your back while he shakes his head.
"course. cant have you takin my job, aye? gonna leave me broke."
tou hum thoughtfully like youre genuinely considering that before your eyes start closing again. the second your body goes limp against him, toji sighs quietly through his nose before adjusting his grip under your thighs and standing up with you still in his arms.
one of the bartenders passing by raises an eyebrow immediately.
"you takin her home already?"
toji glances down at your sleepy face tucked against his neck, his security jacket bunched around your body while you cling to him without even realizing it.
"yeah," he mutters, tightening his hold slightly. "shes done causin' problems for tonight."
