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skrillawrld · 7 months

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Creepy X Perverted friend.

Very long 2000+ words I can assume

Creepy x perverted friend who pushes you around just to hear you whine and moan because he likes the sounds and he enjoys watching your face scrunch up.

Creepy x perverted friend that puts his hand on your waist and rubs his hard on you even tho there was plenty of space there for him to move around.

Creepy x perverted friend that offers to rub your feet cause they’re in pain but only does it because he wants to hear you moan out that it feels so good and beg him not to stop.

Creepy x perverted friend that volunteers to massage you after a long day at work just so he can rub and let his hands linger on inappropriate areas.

Creepy x perverted friend that asks inappropriate questions and plays it off when you hum in interest for him to repeat.

Creepy x perverted friend that holds your face when you’re on the brink of sleep just to watch your eyes roll back in annoyance and tell him to “please stop” in a sleepy tone.

Creepy x perverted friend that sits in front of your bed when you guys are playing video games to look up your skirt and stare at your pussy print.

Creepy x perverted friend that touches himself at your sleepovers to you in your panties and ass that’s hanging out.

Creepy x perverted friend that pulls your undershirt down and fondles with your tits while you’re sleeping, even sucking and nibbling on them until you’re awake and confused as to why it felt like you were being touched by an incubus.

Creepy x perverted friend that “playfully” humps you when you’re bent down searching for things because it’s “boy humor” and it’s something most friendships like yours do.

Creepy x perverted friend that hears you moan in your sleep and places his index and middle finger in your mouth to suck on then proceeds to dry hump you softly until his underwear is sticky with cum.

Creepy x perverted friend that comes over everyday when he’s off from work to make sure he can watch you fight sleep cause your suspicions has been up around him and concerns about him sniffing your panties when you’re in the shower.

Creepy x perverted friend that finds your sex toy box and licks and sucks on all your toys just to taste any juices left behind (there was none).

Creepy x perverted friend that watches porn that features girls that look like you infront of you so you can call him nasty and laugh (he gets off to it).

Creepy x perverted friend that will place his head directly on your ass and complain into your pussy about a dumb game he’s struggling with, knowing it sends vibrations and you’re struggling to respond, he grins at the thought of your contorted face.

Creepy x perverted friend that slaps your ass just to watch it jiggle and you don’t think much of it anymore since it’s his usual behavior.

Creepy x perverted friend that stands behind you and grips your neck to look up at him just so he can tell you how good you smell while pressing against you.

Creepy x perverted friend that will constantly make you late to any dates you have by calling all your outfits trash but the truth is he just doesn’t want anyone to see you like he does.

Creepy x perverted friend that always insists on doing a smell check when picking you up from work on your break before you guys enter the store but only smelling your chest area and stuffing his face in your ass.

Creepy x perverted friend that carries you for ice cream so he can watch something white and sticky fill your mouth (he wants it to be his cum so bad).

Creepy x perverted friend that sniffs your shoes when you take them off after a long day.

Creepy x perverted friend that takes your phone away from you when you’re watching something slightly inappropriate and shames you for not being a good girl (he snooped around in your notes app and found out that turns you on).

Creepy x perverted friend that asks what you’re doing and you quickly tell him you’re reading but he doesn’t believe you cause of the way your thighs keep pressing together and he peeps a wet patch began to develop.

Creepy x perverted friend that asked you to pee on him as a joke when you had to use the bathroom rly bad. (Wasn’t rly a joke :/)

Creepy x perverted friend that pressed on your bladder when you’re in the back of an Uber because he somehow figured out that was a kink of yours and grabs your face to tell you shut up before you guys get kicked out. (He laughed and proceeded to pull on your nips)

Creepy x perverted friend that gets mad at you because you’re slightly drunk and dancing on random guys at the club, he doesn’t wait until he’s by your apartments to give you an example of how the random men were feeling up on you.

Creepy x perverted friend that seen you get sad after his actions and kisses your pussy because he gripped it too harsh.

Creepy x perverted friend that moans into your pussy telling you how sorry he was and slides his wet tongue under your thong for a quick taste.

Creepy x perverted friend that laughs at your muffled words because his mouth feels so good talking into your pussy that you can’t concentrate on what you was sad about.

Creepy x perverted friend that carries you home and stays over to deal with your drunk shenanigans (you dance on him and lightly strip).

Creepy x perverted friend that pulls your hair and dry humps you because you kept bouncing on his lap asking him if he’d sleep in your bed with you.

Creepy x pervert friend that lifts your dress up and spanks your ass because he’s mesmerized by its jiggle.

Creepy x perverted friend that puts you to bed but not leaving without kissing both your nipples and pussy goodnight because you kept pulling him and telling him how horny you was.

Creepy x perverted friend that walks across the hallway to his apartment for a change of clothes and comes back to yours to sleep because he’s gonna creep on you but also take care of you in the morning.

Creepy x perverted friend that helps you regain your memories the next morning and laughs at your humiliated face in satisfaction.

Creepy x perverted friend that reminds you how horny you was, that he had to kiss your nipples and pussy in order for you to actually sleep.

Creepy x perverted friend that enjoys watching you press your leg together at the thought of him kissing your pussy and nipples.

Creepy x perverted friend that tried to embarrass you but you ended up embarrassing him by reminding him of all the times he’s humped on you.

Creepy x perverted friend that doesn’t care and walks across to the hall to his apartment to relax for the rest of the day.

Creepy x perverted friend that unlocks the door instead of ringing the bell like he normally does before entering notice the compromising yoga position you’re in.

Creepy x perverted friend that pushes his foot onto your pussy to hear you moan and tell him to stop it.

Creepy x perverted friend that sits next to you while you’re doing yoga to watch you sweat and watch your boobs jiggle.

Creepy x perverted friend that enjoys watching you roll your eyes at him because he took your yoga off to watch something on Netflix.

Creepy x perverted friend that trails behind you as you’re heading to the shower to “playfully” watch you strip but begins to get a hard on.

Creepy x perverted friend that knows he removed your soap from the shower so you’d have no choice but to call him and ask him to bring you some.

Creepy x perverted friend that walks in the bathroom and peeks his head into the shower to pass you the soap and look at anything he can get a peek at.

Creepy x perverted friend that tells you that you have a nice ass and slaps it before leaving the bathroom.

Creepy x perverted friend that forgot to tell you he was having some friends over, so when you were done putting your nighttime clothes on he dragged you across the hall to his place.

Creepy x perverted friend who has more friends like him. Hot, Tall, creepy and perverted because they immediately stare at your ass as you’re brought in.

Creepy x perverted friend that gets aggravated with you because you keep complaining at how his friends look at you.

Creepy x perverted friend that excuses you both and carries you to his room to bend you over on his bed and arches your back perfectly so he can talk to your pussy cause it seems to be the place you only listen from.

Creepy x perverted friend that’s upset because you keep moaning.

Creepy x perverted friend that actually pulls your shorts down and smacks your pussy, surprised to see how wet it was.

Creepy x perverted friend that blows his breath on your pussy to watch it quiver and drip more.

Creepy x perverts friend that turns you over into missionary so you can watch him talk to your pussy.

Creepy x perverted friend that spanks your clit because you kept moving your pussy upward so he can rub his lips against her.

Creepy x perverted friend that puts a pillow under your hip to position you correctly.

Creepy x perverted friend that harshly licks your pussy to watch her gush out juices.

Creepy x perverted friend that laughs when you beg him to put his mouth on you.

Creepy x perverted friend that does exactly that and tells you to shut up because he doesn’t want his friends to hear.

Creepy x perverted friend that’s so happy to eat your pussy that he doesn’t realize you’ve came 3 times already and you’re begging him to get off not keep going.

Creepy x perverted friend that watches you cry due to overstimulation but still proceed to spread your pussy lips and tongue fuck you.

Creepy x perverted friend that’s sad because he neglected your boobs and goes to suck on them while fingering your pussy.

Creepy x perverted friend that kisses you while still fingering you and rubbing your clit, moaning into your mouth how you’ve been such a good girl ( you came again)

Creepy x perverted friend that sucks your cream off his finger and goes back down to lick the mess you’ve made.

Creepy x perverted friend that said he wasn’t aggravated because of you accusing his friends and that he already knew how they were.

Creepy x perverted friend that promises he’s gonna fuck you until you’re stupid and carries you back out the room while kissing you.

Creepy x perverted friend that laughs at his friends faces and continues to watch the game while you’re still panting next to him.

Creepy x perverted friend that’s done with the game and his friends went home besides one.

Creepy x perverted friend that makes you stay over because your legs “are in no condition to walk”.

Creepy x perverted friend that sits you on the edge of his friend lap to mess with him and see how he’d react.

Creepy x perverted friend that removes you then takes your shorts off and places you sitting backwards on his counter chairs.

Creepy x perverted friend that bought a fox buttplug after seeing a heart one in your sextoy box.

Creepy x perverted friend that spits on it and puts it in.

Creepy x perverted friend that has his friend come over to stand in front of you to watch your face twist with pleasure while he plays with your back hole.

Creepy x perverted friend that randomly pulls on the tail while you suck on his friends fingers in pleasure.

Creepy x perverted friend that shoves his fingers into your pussy because you seem to enjoy his friend a little too much.

Creepy x perverted friend that drops to his knees and eats your ass knowing you prepped it for tonight because he seen your plug under your cover.

Creepy x perverted friend that fingers your pussy and has his friend hold your hand when you try to grab his because his fingers are stretching you to new lengths.

Creepy x perverted friend that loves the way your asshole puckers that he keeps kissing it until it makes “smooching” sound.

Creepy x perverted friend that makes his friend taste your ass and threatens you if you place your hands back to move him away he’ll punish you.

Creepy x perverted friend that spits in your mouth and makes you swallow it.

Creepy x perverted friend that hold your ass open wider for his friend to get a better taste.

Creepy x perverted friend that mocks you as you cry from the pleasure, telling you how you’re so good for him and his friend and then laughing at your squeals as his friend puts the cold buttplug back in.

Creepy x perverted friend that flips you around and places you on the cold countertop so him and his friend could admire your pussy as it clenched on nothing.

Creepy x perverted friend that has no shame and pulls his dick out to fuck you senseless in front of his friend.

Creepy x perverted friend that plunged his dick in your pussy causing you to whine out from the painful yet delicious stretch.

Creepy x perverted friend that makes his friend take your boobs out and suck on them until you’re squirting from the penetration and pleasure received.

Creepy x perverted friend that almost shed tears of joy after watching your pussy cream on him and hug his dick so tight.

Creepy x perverted friend that doesn’t stop fucking you, even after he came, because he’s scared this moment will end.

Creepy x perverted friend that tilts your hips upward because none of his cum should be leaking out and going to waste.

Creepy x perverted friend that takes the buttplug out to kiss your hole before making you clean his dick.

Creepy x perverted friend that drags you along to drop his friend off cause he’s not done with you.

Creepy x perverted friend that reclines his seat after his friend is safely in his home and fucks up into you in the parking lot.

Creepy x perverted friend that kisses you because he doesn’t want you to see his face when he cums into you and fucks it nicely in your pussy.

Creepy x perverted friend that takes you to get food and asks you to be his gf at the end of the night, in which you said yes.

Creepy x perverted boyfriend that still does all his creepy stuff, just without being punished or shamed.

Creepy x perverted boyfriend that fucks you everynight, eventually getting you pregnant.

Creepy x perverted boyfriend that takes care of you your whole pregnancy and you both get a happy ending.

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girlreblogger · 2 months

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the annoyance with blk y/n and the stories she’s in is hilarious. her characteristics might be the problem one day or her side characters the next. it legit feels like we may never get to a balanced solution on what to do with our own representation since the wrong ppl always talk about it and create it. we have mean and shallow ppl who take over the conversation, ppl who really self hate but try and cover it up with “i just don’t want her to be a stereotype” and then the ones who probably love and support tyler perry movies.

the bottom line is the ppl who do write those niggafying, toxic (it’s a buzzword but that’s what they are) or smutty fics (not talking abt the actual good ones with a blk reader though 🧎🏽‍♀️) can do wtv they want and owe you nothing. that’s why they get so frustrated. i don’t think all the times those should be crucified for what they write when other groups of ppl (or our own) write all kinds of other crazy shit.

and.. i know a lot of ppl who don’t want to say it but y’all keep bringing up the smut and niggafying as the main problem, but i think it’s some of the ppl writing it and their underlings. it’s just no one wants to say anything.

an excerpt from a draft of mine

“a lot of ppl on here be weirdos or mean asl. so when someone block you don’t be like “oh what i did” “they that mad cause of my (internet—fictional—digital on screen) presence”

like nobody got time to go to your acc and say “i don’t like you” who cares. oddly some miserable ppl do actually but still. the lack of awareness is ridiculous. that’s why ppl don’t f with y’all.”

i was talking abt all of tumblr and every other app but it applies here.

from what i see on here, some are just straight up weird, cliquey, and chiesty (if that’s how you spell it) and that’s why ppl be so mad abt those types of books 💀. we also have to acknowledge the amount of overwhelming & honestly damaging blk yn fics (not to be confused with ppls screwed ideas of stereotypical) there are. i understand why ppl write them for personal reasons but when it comes to our own reflections of ourselves as blk women it’s almost hurtful to read some of the things people put “her” through. i mean even her with a white man that use aave and has cornrows is hurtful.. 😔 (i’m trolling now 💀) naw but fr. i personally don’t like reading blk women just being written for smut or going through crazy situations or kinda like.. i don’t wanna say unfulfilling but like.. idk i can’t think of the word. (edit: ppl write blk yn to be in unfulfilling situations) but girl i can watch a tyler perry movie for all that.

again. ppl write these stories for there own personal reasons, relate to them and enjoy them for those reasons as well. that’s why depending! on what it is i don’t think blk writers should be bombarded with hate like that. also ion think smut should be banned like y’all go to far can we just slow down on it … there are some nice ones out there i promise 🧎🏽‍♀️

but in all seriousness there are many other reasons why i feel toxic and smutty fics are popular for blk yn but i don’t think anyone cares to hear that and the conversion will prolly go back to nigga eren somehow which is crazy cause y’all be arguing over a fictional white man.

oh! 😒 i almost forgot 😒 the ppl who are against “ghetto” y/n to try and advocate for more fluffy or like.. normal (healing) stories and from what i see the ppl who are the most up in arms about it in my personal opinion seem to dislike certain parts of blkness that i appreciate personally and so i just straight up disregard their opinions. y/n doesn’t have to “act” (😒) blk but i see ppl get mad about her protecting her hair….. with a bonnet….

sigh, anyway but yeah we need more soft and sweet fics or just like calming ones? but someone gon have to write it! i don’t like this app or my writing all too much so i gave up a while ago.

just like many other blk writers….

gaspp! we should also do like a fluff challenge or sumn where writers do like fluff … march? girl idk so maybe that will trend and all the ppl who spend time arguing and going back and forth with ppl who write stories they don’t like can like idk look for other writers who write soft, normal, fun stories and reblog them or make a list of them. or maybe like possibly write their own stories too????

everyone says the smut fics gets the most likes and they do. that’s why you keep seeing them. so maybe support or refreakingblog the fics that are comforting to you so others can be as well.

i actually made this page to repost softer fics because i was tired of blocking certain tags so i can avoid heavy smut and subtly abuse fics. also pls leave the ppl who niggafy anime characters alone they will not be stopped. i mean we still have ppl who have been calling chris evans jamal since 2020.. calling him that to this date. married and all.

sigh… 2 more days until blk history month ends. maybe next year we can find a balance between “dramatic” and smutty fics and soft and slice of life ones for blk y/n next year. remember this is tumblr too and the ppl writing aren’t even getting paid for this but it’s for the ppl yk.

ppl who are respectful and reblog tho.

muah

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yuyinesque · 18 days

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everyone stfu rn — black!inumaki headcanons, right? now imagine him communicating in soul food instead of japanese cuisine. i have a new list for him. us niggas must follow said list.

greens — okay/or his way of agreeing or affirming.

canned greens — its like “okaaay…” but more disappointing; it gives “ight nigga…”

okra — no/or his way of disagreeing or disapproving.

macaroni — him expressing uncertainty; the tone and context varies.

banana pudding — this depends on context. it could express excitement or apprehension. either way he may or may not be attempting to quickly grab someone’s attention.

sweet potato — him expressing genuine satisfaction; this is less in an excitable way and more-so content.

chitlins — sorta like a curse word; aahhh CHITLINS (like shit or fuck; normally expresses defeat, shock, or annoyance, but could be humorous on some occasions).

chicken — look out/keep an eye out; this could mean in a literal sense or simply “stay safe” or “walk good”, but in that context he would likely utilize “fried chicken”.

potato salad — are you alright/you good? … usually in a concerned tone.

candy, yams? — “nigga, what?” (LMFAOOOOOO).

watermelon — i’m fond of you/i love you. if he says “watermelon seed”, he’s likely expressing it in a more romantic sense rather an a casual, platonic sense.

& fufu — fufu is a LAUGH! like fufuufufufuu; it’s how he giggles!

i’m still coming up with more; y’all come help me. feel free to reblog/comment ideas, or perhaps make your own hcs based on your own cultural foods <3.

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nina-renmen · 2 months

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Bleed For Me pt.1

Makarov x black reader

warnings: Yandere themes, slapping, makarov looses his shit, killing, mentions of reader having braids, mentions of sex without aftercare

Russia was bound to be cold. That, y/n knew. But she didn’t expect it to rain so hard. The dark, cloudy skies provided her a way to maneuver in the dark. A sharp dagger she’d taken from Makarov was hidden in her pocket as she pressed her back up against the wall. A pair of footsteps came closer to her, prompting the darker skinned woman to pull out her weapon. Her trained fingers gripping onto the dagger tightly.

Bending her knees she watched the floor to see a shadows from the man. Once she did she waited a few more seconds before lunging out and driving the knife into the guards throat skillfully. Twisting the knife she pulled it out, letting the man that was twice her size fall to the floor. She crouched down, searching the guard. To her luck she found a gun on him, some money and a key card. Looking around, her hands gripped the guards legs, dragging him into the dark and hiding the body within the shadows.

Y/n would have to move quick. It’d only be a matter of time before Makarov realized that his ‘loving’ girlfriend was gone. Y/n’s cheek still stung from the harsh slap she’d received from Makarov during their argument earlier.

Y/n could remember the anger she’d harbored for some time. She was in their shared room- or now Makarov’s room. It was the third time Makarov slept with y/n without giving her any type of aftercare. The bruises on her body ached and tears welled up in her eyes but she held them back. She would not cry over something like this. For the last year it felt as if Makarov no longer cared for the poor girl. He was always at meetings, making deals and killing civilians. So y/n did what she did best. She packed up and got ready to leave.

“And where are you going?” Y/n’s movements didn’t stop as she calmly folded the pair of pants. “Somewhere.” Y/n said vaguely which only made the males eyebrows furrow in annoyance.

“You’re not leaving.” Makarov said as he leaned on the doorway, preventing y/n from leaving.

“I am and I will.” Y/n retorted as she opened her bedside drawer and pulled out a dagger that Makarov had personalized just for her. He did it to teach her how to fight, not knowing that her parents used to make her fight within an underground arena as the young age of sixteen. It was illegal, and under the table. No one put it on any of her records, it was something to be buried in her ‘past life’.

“Why is that? You have everything you need here. I give you everything you could ever want. Jewelry, I take you to high class restaurants, galas…anywhere you wanted to go I’ve taken you to. So why leave?” Makarov was partially right. He spent copious amounts of money. But y/n don’t want the money.

“It….feels like you don’t care for me anymore.” Y/n whispered as she stood up from kneeling beside the dresser, stuffing the dagger in her pocket. She flinched when Makarov’s arms snaked around her waist. He pushed her braids away from the side of her neck. The hickeys on her neck from last night were still fresh. “And you think that because…?” Makarov trailed off, waiting for you to answer as he kissed your neck. It was the most affection he’d given you in weeks, that didn’t involve in sex.

“You’re no longer affectionate with me. Anything that dosn’t involve sleeping with me you don’t want to do. You’re aggressive and overprotective to the point I feel as if I’m suffocating.” Y/n said honestly. Makarov’s grip tightened.

“You know I’m busy-“

“But you’re free to fuck me every other day?” Y/n cut him off. Her tone surprised him. His manipulation tactics were no longer working.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Makarov asked as he kissed your cheek. “You know I’d drop everything for you.” He whispered tenderly, his hands going under your shirt. Y/n already knew where this was going. She immediately shook him off. “This is what I’m talking about! You’re insufferable!-“

She hadn’t even realized what had happened until this sharp noise had echoed throughout the air. Her cheek throbbing in pain. But she didn’t react, she was in shock. Makarov never put his hands on her before.

Immediately he took his chance. Pushing y/n up against the wall, he grabbed her face tightly. Putting pressure on the tender spot. Making y/n wince.

“You will listen and you will listen close.” Makarov growled, pushing his body up against her own. “Yell at me again and I will cut your tongue. If you even speak about leaving me again I will cut your tongue. Do I make myself clear?” When y/n didn’t answer Makarov snatched the dagger from within her pocket, putting the cold metal up against her throat. “Do. I. Make. Myself. Clear?” He asked darkly to which y/n nodded slowly. Makarov pushed her head into the wall, making a loud thudding noise as the back of her skull came in contact with the wall. Y/n didn’t cry out in pain, she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of knowing he hurt her.

As Makarov turned to leave, y/n swift and nimble hands pulled out the spare dagger he had on his thigh holster, efficiently hiding it as he slammed the door shut.

And that’s why she was here now. Taking one more look around her surroundings, y/n stood up from her position next to the dead body and maneuvered within the shadows. The bloodied knife and pistol now in her grasp as she moved thought the base. She almost forgot what it was like to live like this. All the years of being pampered by Makarov almost made her forget what it’s like to be in the run, to fend for your life.

Just as y/n made it out the doors she heard Makarov’s voice. Yelling commands at his soldiers to search the base for you. Just then, y/n pulled her hood over her freshly done hair before hopping over a wall.

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dejwrites · 2 years

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DEBT, CHAPTER FIVE

➣ warnings: yakuza boss!toji fushiguro x black coded reader, mentions of sex, mentions of sex work, profanity, gang violence, yakuza au, baby!megumi, drug mentioned,

➣ chapter summary: operation flirt with naoya zenin is now underway, but at what cause?

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YOU SAT IN ON ONE OF THE STOOLS WATCHING TOJI FEED MEGUMI. You weren’t particularly sure what he was feeding the baby, but you could tell Megumi was enjoying it. Nanami leaned against the counter sipping on the freshly brewed coffee that you made, his eyes glued to his phone. The morning in the Fushiguro household was calming, especially with the absence of Geto and Gojo. But you could tell Toji was beyond stressed with the next tasks that were given to you. It was the way his fingers combed through his jet-black hair. Or the fact that his neatly ironed button-down shirt was disheveled and it was only 9 in the morning.

“Maybe, it’s not a good idea.” Toji blurted out as he shoved the baby spoon into the bowl of baby food.

“It’s not like we won’t have ears and eyes on her,” Nanami reminded. “This is just an annual pool party, he always throws. Everybody is going to be there, including you and I.” He reminded Toji.

You weren’t sure why you had to seduce Toji’s cousin. You didn’t even know the guy. But you trusted Toji and Nanami enough to protect you if shit hit the fan. “I mean, it can’t be that hard. It’s just your cousin. Once he sees me in a bikini, he’ll forget whatever he’s doing.” You admitted with a careless shrug.

“When you say something like that, you’re putting Naoya on the same level as the guy you gave a lap dance for that black book we needed,” Toji explained. “He isn’t on the same level as that amateur.”

Your eyebrows raised as you finally learned the name of Toji’s cousin. “I don’t like you two leaving me in the dark with this guy. I need to know more information other than he’s your cousin.” You sighed. “Like why do I need to seduce him? What’s his interest? Stuff like that. You told me the amateur guy couldn’t hold his liquor—is there something like that for this Naoya?”

“Naoya may think with his dick fifty percent of the time, but the other fifty percent..he’s quite smart. I’m not even sure the bastard has a weakness.” Toji said as he turned around to go back to feeding Megumi.

You turned to look at Nanami for confirmation of Toji’s words and the blonde only nodded in agreement. You couldn’t help but let out a laugh. “You two are so funny.”

“I didn’t particularly say a joke. I’m being serious, Y/N. He’s insane.” Toji said.

“You just told me he thinks with his dick fifty percent of the time,” You said. You slid off the stool and walked towards the exit of the kitchen. “I just have to make sure he thinks with that today, but I still need to know how long should I seduce him? Should I get him talking about certain things?”

“Just buy us some time to check his place,” Nanami said. “We think he may have your father.”

You turned to look at the two men. Your breath hitched in your throat and your body grew hot, “Really? Did he say that at the meeting?”

“When I mentioned your father being in debt with me, his facial expressions changed. Like he knew something.” Toji says. “I know Naoya has a torture chamber in the basement of his house.”

“So we could be getting my father back?” You asked.

Then you watched Toji and Nanami share a look before Nanami sipped his coffee. Toji had placed the bowl he was using for the baby food in the sink before he went back to Megumi to use the bib to wipe Megumi’s mouth. “If we go into Naoya’s chambers and your father is down there, we won’t be getting him out.” Toji firmly said.

“What?! Isn’t that the whole point of this task?” You asked.

“Y/N, it’ll be too risky to sneak your possibly very injured father through Naoya’s place without getting spotted,” Toji says. “We’ll have to wait the perfect time to do that.”

“Plus, if the reason Naoya has him is that your father is in debt with the Zenin branch..,” Nanami's voice trails off.

You felt your chest tighten for a second. You weren't sure if the pit in your stomach was from anger or sadness. Your father’s life could be in danger, but he could only blame himself. Who the hell racks up debt from two different yakuza branches? You still wanted to know where this money was going because it wasn’t being transferred to you.

“Do your cousin automatically kills the people that are in debt with him?” You asked.

“He isn’t as nice as me doll,” Toji admitted. “He’ll hunt down your father’s bloodline himself if your father can’t pay up,” Toji sighed. “Most likely torturing the guy to see if he’ll give up any bank account numbers.”

A deadly shiver traveled down your spine as you would look at Toji. “Well, I guess I’ll have to do my best flirting then.” You forced a smile on your face before you’re twirling around to go get ready for the soon-to-be eventful day.

But before you walked away, you turned around once again. “What’s his favorite color?”

“What?” Toji questioned while taking Megumi out of the high chair.

“Naoya; he has a favorite color, right? What’s his favorite color?”

“I don’t know,” Toji answered. “Uh—red.” He shrugged his shoulders.

“Noted. I’m going to go get ready,” You said, smiling at the two men.

“The party isn’t until noon,” Toji called out.

“And a girl needs time to get ready.” You said back before going upstairs.

When you made it back to your room, you walked into your walk-in closet. You let your fingers glide across the clothes you bought with you and brought. Some of them were from shopping sprees with Toji, but a vast majority of them were from your apartment. You searched through the drawer where your bathing suits were, praying to the highest of god that you had a red bathing suit. Which to your luck, you did. You held it up to the light with a smile. Thank god this wasn’t some family-friendly pool party, the bathing suit you picked definitely would be showing a bit much. You soon begin to look for a cover-up and find a sheer red-colored cover-up. Even if you put on the cover-up, lookers still could get a peek of the body that was on you. When you brought all the things you needed out of the closet, you neatly placed them on the bed.

For some reason, this task you were beyond nervous about. The bone-chilling thought of flirting with the guy that’s been torturing your father made you feel sick to your stomach. You had no choice but to push those thoughts out of your head. If your father wasn’t already dead and they would be able to get him, the first question you wanted to ask him was why?

You didn’t understand why he was borrowing money from such dangerous people. Especially considering when you were younger, the way he would emphasize staying away from dangerous people that associated themselves with the yakuza. You couldn’t help but chuckle to yourself looking at the situation now. Here you were living in the boss's mansion trying to pay off a debt. It’s crazy how your life changed so suddenly.

After you shower and let the steam over cloud the doubtful thoughts in your mind. You moisturize your body down, already assuming that Naoya was most likely a handsy man. You need him to feel the softness of your body so you can sink your teeth in them. You wanted him to be in the same love spell as the men in the club. But you still felt nervous. The thought that he wasn’t like the men in the club that could get fooled by your looks caused your stomach to turn in tangles. You had to keep remembering that if you said the wrong thing or did the wrong, he could hurt you. Which you didn’t want to happen since that could blow your cover considering that Toji most likely would come to the rescue.

“It’s going to go perfectly fine,” You mumbled to yourself before you continued to get ready.

When you finally got dressed, you looked at your phone and noticed you took longer than usual. You did one glance in the mirror and smiled at yourself.

“Damn, I look good.” You mumbled before you were tugged on the red cover-up.

The knock on your room door interrupted your time of admiring your strikingly beautiful looks. “Come in.” You said out loud as you grabbed one of your lip glosses to put on.

You let the lip gloss spread across your lips before puckering them together to spear them all over. Toji came into your room holding a bag, and your eyebrows raised in curiosity. “I see a gift, is that a gift? For me?” You jokingly questioned.

Toji chuckled as he pulled a red velvet box out of the bag. He placed the bag on your vanity and gave you the box. Your eyes twinkled with so much interest as you’re opening the box and seeing the diamond necklace. Your mouth gasped apart as you looked at the luxury diamond necklace that winked right back at you. “Toji, I can’t accept this. I keep telling you, it feels like my debt just keeps adding up,” You say.

“Consider it an appreciation gift. You’ve been helping me out a lot regarding Megumi and such,” Toji found himself rubbing at the back of his neck nervously.

“Well, thank you.” You said. “I kinda want to wear it today, so do you mind?” You motion to the box as you undid your bikini straps that were tied around your neck to secure your boobs. You held up the bikini covering your upper bottom so that Toji wouldn’t see you practically naked. Although, he technically saw you wearing practically nothing at your job.

You watched in the vanity mirror as a Toji put the necklace on you. The oval-shaped diamond twinkling under the light in your room and practically smiling at you.

“There,” Toji said as he looked at you in the mirror.

The two of your eyes met with each other’s as your fingers toyed with the diamond. Toji cleared his throat to break the obvious tension, standing up straight before glancing at his silver Rolex watch. “Your driver is here. So whenever you’re ready, just go ahead and leave.”

“We’re not leaving together?” You asked.

“Well no. It’ll be too obvious we know each other if we do that.” Toji explained. “You go first, make a good first impression. Nanami and I will be there. No need to worry if shit hits the fan,” Toji said as he gave you a reassuring smile.

“Okay.” You said.

“I’ll text your phone when you should leave if we find what we want.”

“And if you don’t?” You questioned.

“We’ll figure something out. If Naoya doesn’t have him there, he probably moved him.” Toji said. “Just try not to think about it while talking to him.”

You would only nod at Toji. “Okay, I fully understand.”

You hated to admit that if Toji and Nanami went to Naoya’s chambers and didn’t find your father, he was most likely already dead. The way the two gentlemen described Naoya, it seemed like when it came to his gang he took it seriously. If your father owed him money, he most likely had your father swimming with the sharks by now and was in the process of finding you. Or maybe you were overthinking the situation. But right now, you couldn’t believe you had to seduce him of all people.

Naoya Zenin.

WHEN YOU ENTERED THE MANSION, your eyes seemed to bulge out your head as you were taking in your surroundings. Your eyes glanced up at the shiny chandelier that twinkled above you as you were standing in the foyer. Bodies brushed against you as you stood stuck in one place. You were about to do this.

You swallowed the lump in your throat and inhaled sharply before stepping forward into the mansion. You noticed how the place was decorated. You could tell that everything was expensive. It smelled like pure luxury in the mansion. That if you touched anything in the mansion, a butler would come and quickly dust off the spot you previously touched. You stepped into the living room letting your fingertips trace alongside the large couch. You soon found yourself standing near the large fireplace and above that fireplace was a painting of Naoya Zenin.

It kinda reminded you of that infamous painting of Notorious B.I.G.

You chuckled to yourself as you looked at him. His piercing brown eyes staring right back at you. He had to be one self-absurd person to have a painting of himself pasted somewhere in his house. As you were staring at the painting, you could hear someone clear their throat. You turned around slowly to be met with a gentleman with a suit on. Maybe he was one of Naoya’s men. “Sorry, just giving myself a tour.” You uttered.

“The pool party is—near the pool. Not in Mr. Zenin’s living room.” The man’s words were cold like ice.

Your lips parted to speak, but a voice interrupted you. “No need to be a hard-ass Choi. She just was curious about the fine piece of art on the wall.” The voice said.

Your heartbeat quickened instantly when you saw the one man that you were here to place in the palm of your hand similar to the last guy you seduced. Naoya Zenin.

You took in his appearance, hating to admit that he wasn’t a bad-looking guy. The painting didn’t have not one flaw, so why would you even assume he would? His body was sculpted to perfection, obviously making it noticeable that he worked out. His muscular pecs were engraved with a large tattoo that continued on both of his arms creating two full sleeves of ink. His earlobes had multiple piercings that were trapped with the most expensive gold (that went well with the gold chain that hung around his neck). His black Versace swim trunks hugged his lower half so well that your eyes were too afraid to even take a peek down there.

Naoya Zenin looked like a god in front of you.

“Yeah, it definitely has all your fine features.” You finally responded after you noticed you were staring. “I like it.” You complimented as you took some steps out of the living room.

You were gaining a suspicious look from Choi before he’s only sighing and walking away from both you and Naoya. “Is he always uptight like that at a party?” You asked as your head motioned to the direction Choi went. You now were walking side by side with Naoya.

“I tell him countless times that I can find a woman or women to suck his dick so he wouldn’t act like he has a stick up his ass so much,” Naoya explained. “But, he just doesn’t accept my help.”

You snickered at his joke. “Hmm, maybe we should find someone to suck his dick today.” You said.

“We? I don’t know you.” Naoya said as he watched your smile disappear off your face.

You almost had him.

You would fan yourself slightly, pretending you were hot as the sunny sky shined down in the backyard. You tore off the cover-up you were wearing, noticing that Naoya was watching you with every movement you made. “I’m Y/N. A friend told me about this party. So being the pretty woman I am, I had to come through, plus I kinda wanted to show off this bikini..”

“Hmm, interesting. I’m Naoya, but you knew that already. Welcome to my annual pool party.” Naoya would wrap his arm around your shoulder as he expanded his hand out around your surroundings.

Everyone was either drinking, playing little backyard games on the grass, in the pool, or doing drugs. This wasn’t particularly your type of party and frankly, if you wanted to see an environment like this, you would have picked up a shift for work tonight.

Naoya led you to the side of the reclining chairs that were near the pool. You took a seat in one and he took the seat on the chair next to you. In just a snap of his finger, a catering employee was placing champagne and glasses on the small table next to Naoya’s reclining pool chair. They also were sure to give both you and Naoya a glass of champagne. “So, Naoya, back to our conversation of finding your friend a little fling for tonight.” You glanced around the backyard before pointing to a random brunette. “What about her?“

“Her blowjobs are fuckin’ horrible. She used more teeth than tongue.” Naoya bluntly admitted.

You nearly choked on the champagne you were sipping on. “Okay, what about the blonde in the pool?“

“She talks too much.” Naoya had ditched the glass that was given to him and was drinking straight from the bottle.

“The redhead near the bar?” You asked before looking at him.

“She slept with everyone and did a line of coke off my dick.”

“Okay, are there any other women you haven’t slept with at this party?” You asked as you looked at him.

“I’m not that much of a manwhore.” Naoya argued.

“Are you sure about that? Seems like your dick been in and out of a lot of people.” You shrugged as you placed your glass down after finishing it. You were now digging through your clutch to search for your sunscreen.

Naoya kissed his teeth before placing his expensive Ray-Bans on his eyes. “Of course. I have to be a man of standards with the things I’m running and the things I want to run.”

Your eyes raised at him. You were getting somewhere when it came to getting intel on him. It wasn’t the tasks you were supposed to be doing, but it would be pretty great to not go back to Toji empty-handed. Perhaps, you could get him to talk about his next move.

You acted as if you were surprised, “Oh my god! You’re thee Naoya Zenin.”

Naoya lifted his shades off his face and blinked a couple of times in confusion. “So when I introduced myself and said but you knew that already, you didn’t have a clue who I was?” He questioned.

You shook her head. “I just thought you were being nice to me.” You gave him a cheeky grin that he couldn’t help but return.

“You’re already driving me crazy Y/N,” Naoya answered while leaning fully back on the reclining chair and pulling his Ray-Bans back on his eyes.

“I hope in a good way,” You rebuttal back.

“Any way you want me to be,” Naoya said back.

It was like an intense game of ping pong. When you had a witty comment to leave him lost with words, he hit it right back at you with an even more witty comment. As you watch his demeanor once again while he was letting the sun beam down at him, you threw the sunscreen bottle in his lap. “You do me, I do you.” You motioned to the bottle.

He peaked at you through sunglasses before his lips curled into a smirk. “Only if you do me first,” He answered.

“What? It’s my sunscreen, I should go first. Wait, why do I feel like you just intentionally told a dirty joke.” You said.

You stood up off the chair to go towards Naoya and out of the corner of your eye you could see Toji on the other side of the large backyard in one section. That’s why you felt the intense feeling of your skin burning, he was staring a hole in your body.

“It was,” Naoya admitted.

You swallowed harshly before motioning Naoya to turn over after reclining the seat back some more. He did what he was told, folding his arms and soon laying on them. When you sat at the edge of the chair. Your body brushing against Naoya’s and now Toji’s eyes weren’t the only pair of eyes on you. You knew Naoya was taking peeks of you as you were putting sunscreen on his back. “That guy keeps staring at me,” You uttered, referring to Toji.

“Which one?” Naoya asked.

“The one on the other side talking to the older gentleman with the girl on his lap. Just don’t make it obvious, I’m talking about him.” You said.

But Naoya did the exact opposite of what you said. Lifting his whole body to look and make it known that you were talking about Toji. You watched as Naoya gave Toji a wave and in return, Toji just raised his glass of whatever alcohol he was pretending to enjoy before going back to what he was doing.

“Ah, that’s just my cousin. You don’t have to worry about that old man making moves on you. He’s still a grieving widower.” Naoya answered.

You can hear Naoya let out a relaxed sigh once he felt your hands back to massaging the sunscreen on his back. “His wife died?” You asked a question that you already knew the answer to.

“Giving birth to his son. I haven’t seen Megumi since his first day home, he must be about six months old. Meaning the death of his wife is quite recent. I keep telling him if he just goes out and gets under another woman, he’ll get over it. He almost punched me for suggesting it.” Naoya answered. “I mean, I did suggest it at the funeral, but I was being genuine.”

You weren’t sure why when Naoya answered that question you were so shocked. Toji’s been front and center at your job since four months back. It made you think about if he had time to fully grieve the love of his life.

When you were done, you watched Naoya turn over and you snickered. “You can do the front yourself, pretty boy.”

You recline your chair back and lie down. Then you suddenly remembered you had to untie your bikini top. You attempted to do it with quickness but noticed that your necklace was oddly tangled within the strings. “Just take off the necklace for a moment.”

“Good idea,” You said before you turned around to let Naoya do it for you. Now you were in the hot seat and it wasn’t because of the sun shining down on you.

You would relax under Naoya’s touch feeling his hands on your back. His fingertips barely brushed your lower back when your bikini bottom started at. Was he teasing you?

“You know, Japan is pretty huge. But this part, I control it. I have never seen you around here before.” Naoya interjected your thoughts and silence. “I mean obviously, you’re a foreigner. But I still would probably know you.”

“You’ve slept with the majority of the women here. You probably just got me mixed up with another woman. If you knew me, you would remember me.” You answered truthfully.

“Are you a student in university? Teacher? You’re a huge mystery and I can’t read you.” Naoya said. “And I can read every fuckin’ body.”

“I guess, you’ll never know.” You responded.

When Naoya was done, the party continued. You didn’t want to make it so obvious that you were clinging to Naoya during the party to make sure he doesn’t leave your eyesight. Especially given that Toji disappeared once again. You were assuming that he and Nanami were now doing their sides of the tasks. There you were sitting at the bar drinking fruity daiquiri drinks watching as Naoya was now sitting with a group of men. The conversation looked serious, but soon you noticed the group of men all looking in your direction forcing you to look away.

You turned around at the bar as you twirled the straw in your alcoholic beverage before feeling a large presence hovering over you. When you glanced behind you, you saw Choi hovering over you. You brought the straw up to your lips seductively before speaking, “Can I help you?”

“Mr. Zenin would like you to join him over there,” Choi’s head motioned to where Naoya was with the other group of men.

“Who is that with him?” You asked as you stood up to follow Choi.

Despite the walk to Naoya being a couple of steps away, it felt like it was the longest walk ever. “It’s his family,” Choi answered quickly as he stopped in front of the group of men.

The thing is, you’ve been in front of a group of men countless times. You’ve danced around a shiny pole with the melody of a song and money on your mind. The hunger-filled gaze of men with money to waste on pretty women like you was a gaze that once sent a chill down your spine. But as time went on, you no longer ran away from the gaze. You used it to your advantage.

Now that you stand with your head held high in front of members of the Zenin family, that feeling of running away from the male gaze crept upon you with a quickness. You found yourself fiddling with your fingers and you also felt extremely hot. Their gazes were extremely intimidating as if one wrong move would get you killed.

“Come here, Y/N.” Naoya's head motioned towards him.

Your heart felt like it was jumping around in your chest. You walked towards Naoya to be near him and he motioned to sit down. However, your eyebrows furrowed together considering that there weren’t any seats for you to sit down. Until you realized what he meant on his lap. You could sit on the arm of his chair, but then that would most likely embarrass him in front of his elders. So with a smile, you sat down on Naoya’s lap.

Even though the group sat under the shade, you still felt hot. Which causes you to be even more nervous as you avoid the men in front of you. Your head hangs low similar to how you used to be when you first started stripping, but soon you could feel Naoya’s hand on your lower back. It felt like a cool compress finally being pressed against your skin after being in the heat all day.

“Since you fellas just keep staring at the lovely woman, I will be the one to ask,” Naoya interjected cutting the silence within the group.

“Ask me what?” You questioned. Your eyes look over at Naoya.

“I need a favor.”

Zenin men and their damn favors, you thought to yourself.

“A favor?” Your eyebrows raised as you looked at him.

“Mhmm,” Naoya rubbed his lips together as he looked at you.

Your eyes looked at the men. Some older than Naoya, your mind was wondering which one could have been Toji’s father or even Naoya’s. Before you went back to looking at Naoya. “That favor is?”

“Be my date to a charity event,” Naoya finally said.

Your mouth gasped apart in complete shock. With the daring eyes lurking on your body as if you were a sheep among a field full of wolves, your answer really could change the whole demeanor of the men that were around you.

“You don’t even know me,” You said to him. However, you notice the way one of the older men's heads tilted to the side at your response.

Did you offend him

“I know you’re pretty and rich folks, specifically the men seethe with jealousy when they see that they don’t have the most beautiful woman in the room,” Naoya admitted as he looked at you.

You could feel the pad of his thumb rubbing small circles on your back. Once again you were put into the position of having to use your looks for something. As you glanced around the men and soon you could hear your phone ringing in the clutch you brought with you. You had a good feeling that it was Toji. He had to be able to see somehow the situation you were in as you were surrounded by his family. He had to get you out of this. But you were too afraid to even look through your clutch to grab your phone.

So, there you were smiling at Naoya before speaking, “I would love to be your plus one. But—“

“But?” Naoya asked. “There’s a but?”

“Yes. I want the finest jewelry and the finest gown. I want everyone at this event to wonder who is that woman with the Zenin’s.” You smiled at him before you pushed yourself off his lap. You respectfully bowed in front of his other family members. “It was nice chatting with you gentlemen, but I must go now.”

You didn’t even bother to let them say another word before you made your escape. Finally being able to take a deep breath as you nervously fiddled to find your phone. As you expected, it was Toji sending you a message that it was okay to leave now. You didn’t even know how you were going to explain this Toji.

How could you tell a man that you just accepted an invitation to a charity ball? Toji had to also be going if Naoya was going. That would make the most sense. However, Toji would have told you about a task for it. Maybe he didn’t get invited. As you made your way back into the house, you had so many questions to ask Toji. You never really noticed that he hasn't opened up to you the way you wanted to. You knew nothing about him.

You just knew that you were in debt with him due to your father, he had a son, and he also was one of your most loyal customers. Why isn’t he running the Zenin branch? He is a Zenin, after all. Why does it feel like he’s been iced out of his own bloodline?

Even though you knew the party wasn’t over with, once you saw Toji’s text you knew that it was your signal to go. With more questions than answers, you were tempted to make your escape. But Naoya was not letting you get away that easily. He followed you right outside just in time to close your car door as you were opening it. When you turned around, you couldn’t help but gasp at how close the two of you were. You had to do a little more flirting to make your exit.

“Yes?” You questioned. “I could have been dramatic and left like Cinderella. But instead of a glass slipper, it’ll be my bikini top.” You said.

“The party gets much better at night, you should stay.” Naoya's head motioned back to his mansion.

“Thanks for the offer, but no thank you.” You looked at him through your eyelashes. You were batting your eyelash innocently and that move caused Naoya to bite his lower lip.

You knew he most likely was having the lewdest thoughts about you. Probably thinking about bending you over his balcony that was connected to his room. Similar to the men in the strip club.

“You’re going to be mine, you know that?” Naoya questioned as he finally took a step back to give you space.

You no longer were trapped by the expensive scent of him. You let out a smirk as you leaned against your private driver's car door, your eyes filled with so much lust as you stared at Naoya. You’re stepping forward being sure to press your body against his, your lips inches away from his ear before whispering.

“You’re gonna have to work harder than that, Mr. Zenin,” You leaned back giving him a wink and a smile you have flashed at countless men before climbing into the backseat of your car.

When you closed the door, knots twisted in your stomach as you wanted the driver to instantly step on the gas. However, the knock on the tinted windows stopped your words. When you press the button to roll the windows down, your eyes meet with Naoya’s.

His lips curled into the cockiest smirk you’ve seen today before he’s leaning down at the height of the window.

“Well then sweetheart, two can play this game.” He said before returning the wink you gave to him minutes ago.

He tapped at the hood of the car you were in, signaling for the car to keep moving, not bothering to even let you have the last word.

You sat in the backseat of the car. Your heart thumped so hard against your chest that it felt like it was about to combust. You let out a sigh praying that the time you spent with Naoya mattered. That the time being under Naoya Zenin’s microscope gave Toji and Nanami some time to search Naoya’s home for your father. So why did it feel like Naoya already figured you out?

As if the necklace Toji gave to you was some form of a stress ball, your hand went up to grip the diamond that hung off the silver chain. However, your hand was only met with your smooth skin. You picked up the clutch you brought and frantically searched it and it wasn’t in there. Once again, those nasty knots formed in your stomach as you remembered Naoya removed the necklace because it kept getting stuck on your bikini strings that were tied around your neck. You were so caught up with seducing him and distracting him that you didn’t even notice he didn’t place it in the palm of your hand after removing it.

You were forced to feel guilty as the one genuine gift that Toji gave you was now in the hands of his insane cousin.

Toji was right, Naoya wasn’t like the men in the strip club you gave lap dances to. He wasn’t like the guy you stole the black book from.

He was deadly.

Always one step ahead.

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Bliss

Part 2 of Bliss

Wc: 2k

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Currently you were rushing out the door to get in the uber you registered for. The morning was not going so well. You woke up 15 minutes late, your dryer didn't fully dry your clothes, and you hit your funny bone while walking out the door. It seemed like the only good thing going today was your phone being on 100% and that it was Friday. It's not like you wanted to deal with annoying ass customers but, your work friends were always chill as fuck so maybe this bad luck will stay in the house.

You opened the door damn near falling inside with your backpack tumbling down to the seat, after accidentally slamming the door you hear a slightly accented voice talking to you, "Good morning, having a good day?"

You took a deep breath and tried to calm yourself down from the little fiasco that just happened, irritated with the fact that he even asked because clearly you're not. But instead of lashing out at someone who's just trying to do their job, you adjust your backpack and put your seatbelt on and tell him, "It could be better but the day just started so hopefully everything will pull through in the end.” He nodded, understanding your feelings. He dropped the small talk and turned up the radio which was playing some pop song that came out recently.

Around 10 minutes passed and you were in front of the mall, after paying and thanking your uber driver you made your way inside. You head straight to footlocker, it wasn't your ideal job but it pays enough for now, I mean you were taking online classes for being a realtor. Why look for a high paying job now?

You were welcomed with the ring of the bell over the door and the waves of your fellow coworkers. Going into the back and putting your stuff up you realized you weren't met with the sound of your annoying ass supervisor bitching about how you were 5 minutes late. Once you signed in you went to the front to ask where she was. Dahlia, your work wife, explained that the ex supervisor 'disapproved' of everybody's attitude on day shift, so she switched shifts with night shift. You didn't really care though cause she was a bitch anyways.

When you worked your way into your zone, you got most of the newly shipped shoes in the correct storage stand and helped plenty of customers get their perfect fitting shoe. You were happy with your pace so far, you didn't feel like you were overexerting yourself and you kinda enjoyed how you were moving with a purpose.

That was until someone stopped you, a customer, your favorite hoe, Shawn. He was 5'10 and light skinned, not exactly your type but he did know how to give a girl butterflies. With his low fade and new J's he can get any number he wants but, luckily you didn't try anything serious with him. Your relationship consisted of mostly just talking stages and you were ok with that.

But, you didn't like being interrupted at your job by people that you see outside of your job. That personal life and work life boundary was something that you thought should never be crossed but, you can't help it if people happen to wanna get shoes from your workplace. "Y/n,"

You took a deep breath wanting to ignore him but, knowing you can't, "Yeah, what can I do for you?"

He leaned back while boldly checking you out in your uniform, if you were anywhere else you would feed into his flirty nature but, right now was not the time.

"I mean nun really I just wanted to talk," you knew he wasn't trying to get on your nerves but he was dancing on your shit right now.

But instead of snapping at him, you told him calmly "If you don't need anything that has to do with shoes I can't help you."

Still not realizing that you were trying to end the conversation early he insisted on being around you. Quickly scanning the shelves he picked up a random black and white shoe, "Well, do you have these in a size 11 in mens?"

"No,"

He scrunched his face up and told you " You didn't even check though, how would you know?" You giggle at his response because he was so serious about it and still didn't realize that he was in the women's section.

"I don't know maybe it's because I just restocked and I know there aren't any of those types of shoes in the men's size," you said, plucking the shoe out of his hand and placing it back on the shelf "or maybe it's because we're in the women's section."

Looking around, it dawned on him that he was on the wrong side of the store, scratching his head he let out a soft "Oh," instead of trying to continue to bother you, he asked you straight up "You don't want me messing with you do you?"

You thought about your response for a little bit, not wanting to accidentally hurt his feelings, "I mean I fuck with you and you know that but, right now I'm working so you kinda blowing my shit,"

He nodded recognizing what your tryna say, so he left it at that and said "Aight imma leave you alone for now but, you know where I be at, so don't be afraid to hit a nigga up," you gave him a side hug and he was on his way. Not long after that you got back into your workflow. Eventually minutes turned to hours and not only was it 4:00 but, you accidently missed your break. After ordering another uber you saw that Atsumu texted you about an hour ago:

Hey

Suna told me u was going to the next smoke sesh u know where it's at??

Um I didn't really say yes but ig I can go

And no I don't know where it's at

Ok I'll pick u up then around 6 good??

Yeah sure

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It was 5:30 and you already took a shower and everything but, you still didn't have an outfit chosen. Kiyoko was on the phone telling you what outfits looked good or looked like you were trying too hard, after going through almost every piece of clothing in your closet you gave up and settled with sweatpants, an undershirt, and a hoodie. You packed your backpack with some snacks, a charger, earbuds, a cart, your wallet, and your keys. Hearing a honk outside you made your way to the front door.

Opening the door you were greeted with a big dopey smile from Atsumu. “Hey beautiful,” rolling your eyes, you laughed and said a simple ‘hey’. You and Atsumu always had a flirty way of speaking to each other ever since you both met. But, you were no fool to the game so there were no hard feelings whenever he would talk about his new girl of the week.

“So,” Atsumu started while side eyeing you as he drove, “Suna invited you to the little get together, huh?” He did a little jig in his seat as you laughed at his antics. You missed being around Atsumu and his childish behavior, maybe it was a good idea to go with Kiyoko that day.

“Yeah but, its not anything weird I think he just wants me to roll up.” you told him brushing off his little ideas. “Anyways, why are y'all smoking at a hotel?” while waiting for his response you buckled up and got your playlist for the smoke session ready.

“We go there all the time, cause Osamu doesn’t like when we smoke there, and Suna just doesn’t like people at his place.” with a hum of understanding, you both fell into comfortable silence until you arrived at the hotel.

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You walked in and were embraced with the familiar smell of marijuana. Closing your eyes and taking a big whiff, you got butterflies, just from the thought of having another encounter like last time with Suna had you blushing. You heard a honeyed voice bickering "Stop it." Intrigued by the voice you made your way to the living room.

"Shit," you heard Atsumu mutter behind you. Standing in the doorway you saw a woman smothering your ‘little crush’, boobs halfway out of her shirt and hair in a messy bun. You swallowed the lump in your throat and slinked your way to the couch. It was fucking embarrassing. No one noticed you yet but, the way you were genuinely excited to see him was humiliating. You fixed your face making sure to not show any sign of emotion. You didn't know him like that so it wasn't too bad but, still that shit low-key hurt.

Feeling his eyes on you, you glanced up at him. She was whispering in his ear and touching on his face. You could tell he was trying to observe your reaction by the way he stared at you in the eye. As you were staring back at him you noticed the way he was smirking at you while rubbing his hand down the girl’s back. Tf did you do for him to act like that? Rolling your eyes you got your phone out and went to spotify but, instead of going to the playlist you prepared you clicked on your summer walker playlist.

Hearing someone clear their throat you looked up, “Wassup Y/N, you wanna start rolling up now?” He threw the baggy at you and gestured to the table that had the paper and grinder on it.

You put your other airpod in, flicked your hood onto your head and started rolling. Eventually, 1 joint turned into 5. But,with the amount of people there you didn’t feel too high yet. What you did feel was the pressure of Suna though, it's like the higher you got either he was getting bolder or you just were more conscious of him. Either way you hated that he affected you that much. Throughout the 2 hours you've been in the hotel not once did he stop eyeing you, at this point you were pissed off cause you came here to chill and this irritating ass motherfucker won't let you breathe too hard without making a face. Sick of his shit you got up to go in the kitchen.

"Where you going, Y/n?" He said after taking a hit and licking his lips.

Dry ass lips, what he needs is some goddamn CarMax, you thought to yourself as you made your way to the kitchen. "The kitchen" you replied.

After asking the girl on his lap what she wanted, he told you "gimme some hot chips and water," who the fuck does he think he's talking too. You came here thinking that it was going to be a sequel of what happened last time, maybe even get his number. But, this little event here is making your feelings towards him flip instantly. It's unbelievable how entitled this nigga is. Having you roll up is whatever, you were expecting that but, damn near glaring at you throughout the whole smoke sesh, inviting a whole other female knowing you were coming, then not asking but, making you get something from the kitchen. This dude got you fucked up.

"Damn what took so long," Suna said as you threw him the water bottle and hot chips. Rolling your eyes and sitting back down chewing on the candy string, you got an uber. Atsumu nugged your shoulder and asked if you were good. You debated on telling him that you were about to leave but you didn't want him to offer you a ride and spend a 15 minute drive sitting in awkward silence.

5 minutes later you got a text saying your driver was in front of the lobby. "Aight y'all Imma head home," you got up and told everyone.

"Wait, I can take you home," Atsumu said while passing the joint to someone and going for his keys. You gently pushed him back down on the couch.

"Nah it's good 'tsumu, I already ordered it." With that you walked out, not worrying about what's-his-face at all.

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I hope you guys enjoyed it took a lil minute for me to actually finish it.

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dio-doflamingo · 1 year

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⎝⎝ CASE #001 ⚛︎ DIO-DOFLAMINGO ⎠⎠

FILE 001 → RULES ⚛ ︎FILE 002 → TAG_INDEX ⚛

FILE 003 → ALL_ENTRIES ⚛ FILE 004 → MY_WATCHLIST

call me dio-d or ju! 22. she/her. a shameless simp for pretty fictional men. here to share my delusions with those who are just like me ♡

⎝⎝ RECENT DATA ENTRIES ⎠⎠

⚛︎ tell me all about it (nsfw) → JJK ; K. NANAMI

©dio-doflamingo (2023) | the duplication of my thematic layout is prohibited.

#dio-d nav #dio d nav #x black reader #x black y/n #anime x black!reader #anime x black reader #black writers

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jjmoon-is-boss · 2 years

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Hinata x Black Y/N. I hope this makes someone smile <(~v~)

#my art #jjdraws #haikyuu fanart #haikyuu!!#haikyu x reader #haikyu #haikyuu hinata #hinata shoyo x y/n #hinata shoyo x black y/n #x black y/n

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valleydoli · 2 months

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𐙚 jjk men nsfw twitter links 𐙚

𐙚 nanami kento

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𐙚 enjoy! 𐙚

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nobitchs-world · 17 days

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I JUST SAW A SMUT FIC WITH INCEST 😨😨😨

#the reader was the character’s BIOLOGICAL sister 😨😨#sonny carisi x reader #sonny carisi #black tumblr #x black fem reader #black yn #black reader #black writers #black writblr #black fem reader #black plus size reader #x black plus size reader #x black y/n #x black reader #x black oc #black oc

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skrillawrld · 1 year

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𝐃 𝐄 𝐄 𝐏 𝐄 𝐍 𝐃

𝐁 𝐀 𝐍 𝐗 𝐁 𝐋 𝐀 𝐂 𝐊 𝐑 𝐄 𝐀 𝐃 𝐄 𝐑

➜𝐀 𝐍 𝐆 𝐒 𝐓

݉⁑━━━━ (:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅:♡:]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅)━━━━━⁑݉

“Ban you have to let her go, she isn’t coming back.” You said trying to calm him down.

“Y/n will you shut up, I know she isn’t coming back!!” He yelled at you.

“Well my bad for caring for my friend!!” You yelled back as tears began pouring from your eyes.

Truth be told you always had a crush on Ban. He’s hot, strong, brave, and he knew how to cook, but he was always stuck on the dead fairy.

“Wipe your tears, there’s no real reason for you to cry, Y/n.” He said coldly. From there you knew he had no feelings towards you, not even as a friend. If you were to die... doubt he’d care anyways.

“Sorry for expressing my feelings.” You stated with a dull voice; turning back to the cabin.

“You need to stop being so hard on her, she only cares about you.” Ban heard Meliodas spoke from above.

“I didn’t ask her to.” He scolded; staring back into the night sky.

“When you start to realize you need her, she’ll be gone. Enjoy the time you have with her.” Meliodas said, heading back into the cabin to give you some form of comfort.

“I just wished you were here, you’d understand.” Ban whispered. Reminiscing of his time with Elaine, the amount of love and advice she’d be able to give him.

He wanted to stay loyal to Elaine, just incase she ever did returned. The possibility of that being on the negative end, however he promised the fairies corpse he’d never fondle with someone else’s heart, he promised..

‘This is too fucking much, I need to drink.’ Ban thought. He began to head back in the cabin; watching outside the window as you danced with Meliodas, you truly did look like a princess.

As he walked in your smile faded, instead of dwelling in your sadness you continued to dance, grabbing Elizabeth’s hand and spinning her around. You both looked absolutely gorgeous, edible some may say.

“Captain.” Ban said as he shoved his hands into his pockets.

“Ban.” Meliodas responded; waiting for the fox like man to quickly state what he wanted.

“I’ll be leaving tomorrow to head into the fairy forest, I may be gone for a few months. To talk with Elaine.” Ban said.

“Enjoy yourself.” Meliodas told him before returning to the dance floor with you and Elizabeth; twirling you both around as royals that were at a ball. You guys danced until the sun began to rise, just then Meliodas said it was time to rest. You drunk out of your mind and Elizabeth just sleepy trying to keep you happy.

After getting over your hang-over that afternoon you began to wonder where Ban was, as he was not sitting at the bar or on the front patio.

“Where’s Ban?” You asked Meliodas; tying your apron on, getting ready to switch shifts with Elizabeth.

“He left for the fairy forest earlier this morning.” Meliodas said as he wiped the bar down.

Your heart dropped down to your feet, he didn’t even tell you. He truly didn’t care for you, I guess that hurt the most.

“Are you okay, Y/n?” Meliodas asked, as he had noticed you blanked out.

“Oh yes, of course I am.” You said, placing your goddess braids in a ponytail.

“How do you feel about it?” He asked. It’s almost as he could sense, or even feel, the worry you had for Ban.

“I don’t care, he made sure he didn’t last night. So why should I?” You responded; walking away to let Elizabeth know you’d be taking over.

As months passed you gradually began to forget about Ban and his issues, you were happier but there was still conflict between the king, the sins, and the people. As well as the Ten Commandments were back, Merlin predicted a big brawl in the next few weeks, so they were preparing for that.

“How do you think we’ll do, captain?” You questioned Meliodas.

“I’d like to believe we’ll do the best, to prevent as many deaths to the town people as possible. Merlin believes they’ll attack when they know we’re in the city.” He responded calmly.

After them practicing, and Merlin telling you that you’d be great as a spotter, you didn’t think too much on the brawl. But as Merlin said, they did attack while in the city, they attacked at the least unexpected time. Meliodas sent you in the cabin, he allowed Hawks mom to carry you to the peak of the city, where you’d watch from above, however you, nor him, spotted the commandment that seen you guys.

You sat on top of the cabin, watching from above. You then heard rustling in the trees, laying flat on top to see what or who it was. It was no other than Ban, and he seemed to be frantic, he began running towards you, you also heard Meliodas scream your name, maybe trying to warn you of something?

Just as you looked up you seen who they were trying to protect you from, a man with big beautiful wings and a spear, a spear you didn’t feel until you looked down; a hole pierced through your chest as blood began to spill out of your mouth.

Ban grabbed you, while Meliodas delt with the sin above.

“Please don’t leave, not yet.” Ban cried. Your vision beginning to blur, he tapped your face, whispering to you sweet nothings as your pulse decreased.

For you were not a sin, nor of magical blood, but simply a human the sins had grew attach to from birth.

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i feel like a small kink-that-isn’t-such-a-kink-but-i’m-calling-it-a-kink that kento has is watching you squirm from overstimulation.

specifically your hands during sex.

“move ‘em.” kento grits out, voice shaky as he fucks you from behind. you whine at his command, ignoring it and holding onto the blanket underneath you just a bit tighter. he watches how your fingers crunch the fluffy fabric, body trembling once he gives you a thrust that rubs your g-spot. you mewl, head falling onto the bed with a force on the back of it. his larger hand slides from your head down to your chin, turning it sideways against the bed. “what did i say sweetheart?” he mumbles, halting his movement. his soaked cock stays full into you, wet and sticky cum mushed around where you two meet. you whimper, trying to push back. his tip nudges where you need him, but your wanton moan is greeted with a spank of your ass.

“you’re not listening, hm?” kento quips, rubbing your hot ass cheek and leaning down. your back further arches, “s-sorry, just..” you try to explain yourself, but the teetering moans leaving you as his dick rocks into you do you no justice. “my baby’s so needy..” kento smiles, kissing the side of your cheek, his peppered kisses going down below your jaw, a slick of wetness in its wake. “c’mon sweetie, let go f’me.” he coos in your ear, fresh regal cologne filling your senses. you purse your lips, following his words obediently and letting your hands relax. you didn’t even realize how hard you had clutched onto the bed, hands aching a bit and fingers red.

swiftly, your face is turned straight into the blanket, hands pulled behind you and wrists locked by just one of your lover’s hands. without words, kento begins pounding your cunt how your need it, loud squelches and sounds of the mess that you two have made. your whines and moans fill kento’s head, his eyes stuck on how your ass jiggles with each thrust into you. the skin slowly brightening with juices that leave your soaping pussy. however, his view trails up, feeling your wiggling fingers scratch at his hand. god, you’re so cute. even if he can’t see your lewd expressions, he just knows you’re losing every bit of sobriety you had left, letting yourself go dumb on his cock. your fingers stretch before digging into his skin, but with the thick head of his cock angling just too good, they widen again, matching the sound of your higher moans. “please! please! please— make me cum!” your words rip through you, sobbing and shaking. kento groans, he can get used to studying you like this..

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yuyinesque · 16 days

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NEKOMA'S BRAIN | “𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄𝗌, 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗋. 𝗒’𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐, 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝖿𝖿.. 𝗂 𝗀𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗌…”

⚘ précis. ≡ your boyfriend was simply just too lazy to get up and perform his morning routine, and so you decided to do it for him while he’s grumbling in bed, admiring every ounce of your beauty, and blushing over the flirtatious provocations that eludes from those replete lips of yours.

⚘ disclaimers. ≡ black!fem reader x pre-timeskip!kozume kenma, no prns were mentioned, reader possesses island twists, slight swearing, slight suggestive themes, usage of pet names (babe, love, dear, kitty).

⚘ category. ≡ sfw oneshot.

⚘ wc. ≡ 2.4k.

𖦥 m.list. oc.list.

🧷 𝓖entle blues and cockatoos whistled diaphanous warbles to finalize the beat of the pitters on your window, which was caused by the morning shower blooming beneath your sheer beige curtains. The sun’s staggering rays were subdued substantially by Oya’s considerable water, absentmindedly bestowing misfortune upon the ones that surrendered to sleep due to the rain. Thankfully you were quite rejuvenated this morning, as for generally you’d sleep through this kind of weather, or perhaps bask within its merciful amenity with some chamomile honey vanilla tea to accompany you. You were performing much more desired acts, thanks to the obstinacy of your insomniac lover whose truculence may only parrot a child. His infantile mannerisms were only provoked due to the fact that he hasn’t gained enough sleep, and it was either him allowing you to awake him with decency or his loud-mouthed captain (and bestie) to ignite a few more hidden nerves.

As insinuated, this was definitely another one of those domesticated mornings of you readily taking care of your lover, encouraging him with incessant praises and dolly dotings to ensure that his positivity remains durable. He was quite the pessimistic character; quiet yet imbued with terrorizing troubles that manage to whizz through his brain circuits at least thrice an hour. These troubles are temporarily cloaked by the iridescent screens of any device he could get his paws on, however, but that simple action didn’t bode well for the next morning. Leave it to him to lose track of time because of some underground indie game he impulsively bought merely because his favorite YouTuber has played it.

Which leads to these current events — you straddling on a subtly writhing, sloppily clothed male as you struggled to apply the rest of the foaming mask amongst his skin to preserve his epidermis. The male in question currently has his entrusted switch a few centimeters away from his nose, which makes it much more difficult for you to journey your latex-gloved fingers up his bridge. You knew he was wasting time so he could be late for school, stalling you so that he could spend longer mornings with you, and purposely picking at you since he found it rather humorous when you’re miffed with his behavior. Overall, he was both too indolent to perform his usual routine and too invested in the idea of allowing you to help him. He wouldn’t admit such vocally, though.

Vindictively, you forced your four fingers, your pointer and middle, past his cheek bones in order to apply the mask onto his nose, earning a protesting grunt in response. “Babe, stop.. mmmgh, can’t see… mm don’t want to…”

Kenma’s subtly raspy yet entirely euphonic, monotonous voice granted your ears the privilege to thrive again once more; not a single cockatoo in the world could mimic his pretty notes. Even when he’s a little pouty and miffed he still manages to objectively outwit any virtuoso. Rightfully so, you ignored his protests as you readjusted the silk-infused, Yoshi-imprinted bonnet, the one he found on Ebay that matches with the Toad-patterned one on your head, so that you could have more access to his forehead. Finally, with a tenderness only a mother could perform, you caressed his darkened under eyes with the product, painting the empurpled lunates with your fingertips, and finalizing it with amorous care that makes his heart undulate with passion.

“Babe, it burns,” Kenma bellyached sardonically, his auric-glazed stare still hyper-fixated on building a level on Mario Maker that you cannot beat, for he’s still rather salty with the way you swimmingly glide across the levels he creates for you. A very, very humbling and aggravating experience; you believed him being tired is another side of him? Try watching him lose a game over some dumb shit. Or lose in anything he’s passionate about. “Ouch, it stings.. my face stings…” He adds as he squints his leonine eyes gently as subtle tears occurred due to sleep-deprivation. You ignored his obvious acts of stoic melodramatics as you got up from his lap, making your way over to your towel steamer as you tightened your cotton-based robe.

“That means it’s working,” You commented in an overly casual manner that didn’t sit right for Kenma in the slightest, resulting in him scrunching up his face instinctively at your ridiculously flawed logic. You held back an upcoming laugh, knowing that your silly message peeved him a bit as you took one of the steamed facial towels from the warmer, pressed it against your inner arm to check the temperature, and made your way back towards Kenma before returning to the position you were in once before. Rarely, you forget how observant your lover is, for he is the kind of individual who will see but won’t say, so his momentary, intrusive gaze felt almost uncharacteristic.

He always had this staring problem before you even got together, and you believed that he was judging you for a while, until he confessed that he simply found your appearance gorgeous during his romantic confessions. These said confessions were two months prior, so you’re quite adjusted to his antics now. A little bit, at least. You couldn’t help but feel just a bit mushy knowing that he stares when he thinks you look good, which makes you internally scream since he stares at you incessantly. The way a few of your island twists poured past your poorly-worn bonnet which emphasized your contemporary beauty, the way your eyebrows knitted in concentration as you waved the steam away from the towel, or the way you sent him warning glowers each time your pretty eyes caught him pouting over mere inconveniences.

Domesticated mornings are the reason as to why he’s convinced that he’s fallen for you, and that he’s an idiot for not confessing any sooner.

He was torn away from his blush-toned fantasy about you once you folded the towel in a triangular shape before carefully placing it onto his skin, immediately earning a defeated sigh afterwards once he acknowledged that his eyes will also have to be covered. Deciding to not give you any more of a hard time, he finally placed his switch on the bed amongst the other skin care items that were sprawled within the sheets before fluttering his eyes shut. The newfound warmth of the towel brought considerable solace to his nerves, and considerable dreariness in addition to his ample sleepiness. Still, Kenma needed this, truly. This was definitely much preferred than ruining his larynx due to morons in some Call of Duty lobby. Hearing “weak-willed whores” or “sorry ass snowflakes” whizz aggressively past such delicate lips was not the sight to behold at four in the morning. For neither of you, and he was the one that said it.

You began massaging one of his tensed, rough palms as the heated moisture penetrated his skin, opening his pores in order to politely permit the product to submerge within them. He’s always enjoyed your touches, whether they were guileless or lecherous, hence he never truly disliked these mornings. Asking for small acts of affection wasn’t really his strongest suit. The most he’ll perform are insinuations, but you would play dumb until he finally admits that he wants to cuddle for the night. His breathing slowed and faltered, almost as if his respiratory system was off duty, and the arrhythmic cracks of his knuckles joined with the symphonic chorus of the rain and birds.

Kenma’s shoulders tensed a bit once your now bare hands meticulously waltzed alongside of the exposure, which was caused by his oversized, midnight-gray sweater. Eventually, his breathing began to deepen quite a bit, and even occasional, accidental, sonorous moans muffled against the cooling interior of the ivory-hued towel. You couldn’t help but chuckle a little at his state, not to mention that his evident act of fighting back any more upcoming, suggestive sounds.

“Don’t get too comfortable now, love,” You taunted him puckishly; he didn’t know if the towel was inducing his flushed visage or your teasing. In actuality, the poor thing merely didn’t want to confront reality.

“Sorry…” Kenma atoned breathlessly as his thinly arched eyebrows scrunched together in concentration, trying his hardest not to make any other humiliating sounds, but frankly, he couldn’t inure your hands. They were infused with anesthetic restoratives that were bound to mitigate his embarrassment with utter relaxation. Not to mention that your fingers were journeying up his neck, teasingly tracing its peachy exterior while watching his Adam’s apple oscillate in apprehension. Subconsciously, he lifted his head a little to grant you more access, which humored you quite a bit, and you couldn’t hold back your upcoming pokes. While scratching underneath his damp chin, toying with his feline features in a subtle sense, you grinned down at him as he placed his hands on your exposed thighs.

“Awwwh, does the kitty want more rubs? Hm?” You were relentless with your words, impish with your tone, and passionate with your touches; how has he not crawled in a hole and just perished yet? Better yet, why do you proceed to call him the ludicrous sobriquet he asked you not to use on numerous occasions? Not only it’s embarrassing, but conflicting, for he actually enjoys it just a little. With a miffed, disapproving grunt, he felt your fingers itch under his chin as if he was a literal cat, which made him shake his face away in delay.

“Mmh.. Could you please stop calling me that? It’s so embarrassing…” Kenma repeated himself yet again, his movement prompting some slippage from his towel, which granted you a better view of his roseating skin. You took the opportunity to boop the tip of his nose, but you didn’t call him the nickname again. For now, at least. In return to your taunts, he gave your left thigh a harsh pinch, earning a harsh jolt in response. He would always use your over-reactivity to elude situations that he couldn’t control; it’s a bad trait for your ticklish behavior. The harsh pinches on your thigh converted into harsh pokes in your sides, which you were reflectively deflecting until he was simply full on tickling you, potentially frustrating and overwhelming you.

“Ah—fuck! Stop tickling—Eeughh—NO!” You exclaimed through sharp, protesting shrieks and forged laughs to correspond; it was all melodious to his ears. You had the upper hand since you were still straddling him, but he used this as the opportunity to sit up with his hands clasped around your waist, his veins and somewhat muscular structure embedded within his skin protruding a little. You wanted to protest and force him to lay down, for his towel was now off his face and you were now flipped over and pinned against the bed surrounded by numerous products, but he was distracting you with the excessive tickling to the point where you couldn’t formulate words to scold him. “STOP ti-ckling me—it HURTS when you do it! L-Love, pleaseee—”

“That means it’s working,” Kenma mocked you in a sarcastic, playful sneer as he proceeded with his pokes and abrupt tickles, knowing each spot makes you crumble and weaken under his touch. The few liberated, platinum blond strands that escaped from his silk bonnet stuck to his forehead and side of his face due to the water-product mixture he has yet to wipe from his pores. Oddly, his crimsoned face, narrowed-eyed, condescending gaze, and subtle, contented grin embellished his current state; it was like peering at the eclipse each time he smiled. Had you not been fighting for your life at the moment, you would take a moment to take in the fact that you’re quite the fucking winner. Still, you’re positive that you’re still winning, as for now he was casually straddling you, finally giving you a moment to take a breather. Also giving you time to concoct comprehensible sentences and slurs to utilize to curse him out with.

As you were gently panting, he could’ve sworn that the birds weren’t there to begin with, and the rain began to evanesce; this must be the solo of the morning, yes? Your chest rising and falling in a rhythmic manner, you muttering small complaints about him messing up your hair (which he helped pay for), you incapable of not becoming a smiley mess without him giving you an incredulous expression for longer than three seconds, or the way your disarming gaze glinted with seraphic tears he felt destined to wipe away each time they would cascade. While utilizing the towel to carefully dap and wipe away the product from his face, he couldn’t help but feel an incessant ache in his abdomen every time you were just being yourself. Sometimes he hated how much he loved you; he hoped that your feelings corresponded with his every hour.

“Thanks, dear,” Kenma commented absentmindedly, but after processing your confused expression and proneness to asking “huh”, he acknowledged that he actually needed to voice what exactly he was thanking you for without admitting that he was suffocating in kilos of love, which induced his subconscious speech. Awkwardly, he shifted his lower half on your stomach, glancing away for a moment as a hesitant hum eluded him. Although you were always patient for what he was going to say, for he wasn’t the kind of guy to have the patience for his own emotions, it inspired him more to behold a sense of calmness before speaking. Still, at the end of the day, it was still mortifying. “Y’know, for this stuff.. I guess… I-.. yeah…”

You stifled a laugh, earning an immediate pouty glare from him in return, which only caused you to laugh more and more. He knew it wasn’t out of malice, but how could he not blush even further? The prettiest woman in the world granting him his attention like this? Of course it would take this long to admit his love for you; look at you!

“Of course, love. Anything for you,” You spoke, your tone trembling a little since you were still trying not to laugh at his evident struggle. He simply ignored your behavior before snatching up his switch off the bed, bringing his attention back to the level he was destined to make you lose in. The way he quickly became engrossed within the game as if he wasn’t practically gushing over you made you suck your teeth, and the fact that he heard you and decided to silently giggle behind the screen only induced your offense. “Nigga, I’m boutta break that shit one day.”

He struggled responsively before riposting gently yet sarcastically. “And your total will be 20,000 yen once you finish.”

To think he has the nerve to get bold-mouthed even after the song finishes…

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· · Just in: Kento Nanami isn’t tolerating his young hot neighbor party habits, here’s what he has to say · ·

･˳ . ⋆ Reporting Live from Kento Nanami and Next door neighbor!Fem!reader ･˳ . ⋆

୨⍣୧ ⁺⁎˚ ⋆━━ Warnings : smut, Nanami is a hard!dom, hair pulling, creampie, fucked through orgasm, pet names( stupid bunny, slut, etc.), degradation is big time here, bed breaking( not just the head board), breeding kink, Nanami talks about getting you pregnant, hardcore, reader is mind fucked, Nanami is pussy drunk, reader is dick drunk, fluids( cream, squirting, drool), if I’m missing anything let me know WC: 1,081

MDNI, 18+

ෆ ‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿ ෆ ̟ ̇ ┈•ﾟNote from salaciousdoll: Please do note this was just to poke and have fun, it’s not gonna be perfect so don’t expect it. Anyways, hope you all enjoy my 35 min writing and yes I know this troupe and idea been used a thousands times, act like it hasn’t 😭 Nanami ass may be ooc here, idk.

Nanami always kept his eyes out for the new neighbor who threw parties with mountains of people coming in and out. He was pretty tired of the parties you throw even if you never introduced yourself to any one of your neighbors. You were young and everyone in this neighborhood was either stepping into their 30s or older than that. Only reason he knew you were young was because of how often he’ll see you leave and come in with different boys and girls.

The parties you threw were rowdy and full on project x type beat except without trashing your house. Nanami would be sleep and all he would hear is screams, music, and even the sound of fucking near his window. It’s like you didn’t care about anything or anyone, not even the complaints or calls from the police the other neighbors sent.

So Nanami didn’t care about the way you were clawing at his chest with your long, pretty acrylics as he gripped your hair in a tight ponytail— pounding into your pussy from beneath you with no mercy. The squelching sounds weren't enough to make him stop, in fact, that’s the sole reason he kept going. He ignored your cries and scrambling to get away from him because of how good he stretched your little hole out.

“ you’re not lasting like I thought you would… I mean sluts last long, so why aren’t you?”, Nanami grunts into your ear, his hips thrusting up into your weeping pussy, angrily. He didn’t care about the bed hitting the wall as he fucked you like the whore you’re mother wouldn’t be proud of.

You coughed and tried to make eye contact with him, but his grip on your hair was too much for you to see his face under you. So you cried out your frustration through crystallized vision, “ M’not a slut. Please slow down, Mr. Nanami.” Your sweet little moans and whimpers were beautiful.

Nanami let out a loud growl like moan and wrapped one arm around your body while he now had some of your ponytail tangled and wrapped into his hands, he was making your hair messy just like he was making your pussy messy. You partially regretted coming on because of the dare, but in the same breath, you were happy because now you’re living two of your fantasies.

“ You are. You are. Nnnhh, you’re a little slut that’s been disturbing this neighborhood since you stepped foot in here. Shame on you, did your mother and father teach you anything or are you too dumb of a bunny to understand. Fuck!”, Nanami grunts out his words because of how tight your fluttering walls wrapped around his dick.

Nothing but cries and little chokes escaped out of your mouth. You couldn’t form basic words, how dumb can you be? Nanami balls were slapping on your puckered hole from how fast and rough he was going. You gave up on digging your nails into his chest because you were so fucked out and tired from the pounding he’s giving you. So now your bare chest was pressed onto his bare chest, sweat glands producing from both of you.

“ Please! Please! Please! M’gonna m’gonna— uhhnnn.”, your moans were suppressed by his smooth lips. You were screaming into his mouth as you squirted over his pelvis, his balls, and legs. Some of it was getting on his sheets and he didn’t care one bit. He was too angry at you to see how messy you’ve gotten his covers.

You tried to scramble off him because you were squirting too much and the pressure of it all was too much especially for your already beaten up pussy. It’s like Nanami has superhuman speed and stamina. He sped up even more faster as he fucked up into you, you and your pussy screamed and cried.

Nanami grunts were beginning to become broken, “ Sh-ittt, s’good, pussy is so good squirting like that. I guess all those boys coming in and out of your house taught you how to milk cock, perfectly.” Your eyes widened and then they rolled back into your head at the rolling of his hips hitting the inner thighs repeatedly.

As soon as he did one more snap of his hips, the bed frame broke underneath you two causing a loud noise to erupt from how hard it hit the floor. The poles attached to his bed fell in the opposite direction of you two. If someone were to walk in right now, they’ll see that it looks like a tornado hit his room with how broken the bed was. Yet that still didn’t stop him. He now had a great angle as he pounded your tired, wet cunt over and over with one knee propped up, so you were now fucking rapidly and properly. He felt your velvet walls sucking him in with your liquid coming out at the same time. You were perfect for his cock. Nanami’s cock was big, way too big for your pussy. He loved your pussy so much. He was too drunk on your pussy to understand that his bed broke.

“ My fucking slut, such an devilish little temptation you are, gonna breed this tight little pussy. Nghh! Hopefully that’ll get you to stop having these parties and fucking with those boy toys of yours…. Settle down and grow round and big with our child, how does that sound? Hmm.”, Nanami moaned as you were now creaming on his cock from how overstimulated you were.

Your brain was fogged and your words were slurred with drool hangin out your mouth as you answered him, well tried. Luckily he understood every word you said. “ Yesh—yess, I wan’ your babies. Ahnnn. Want to be full and bloated with your children, mmm mr. Nanami”

Nanami smirked in victory because now there were no more parties, boys, or loud music. Gotta love corrupting and breaking his pretty little neighbor.

ෆ ̟ ̇ ┈•ﾟ Tagging: @chosoist @simpingfor-wakasa @honeybleed and anyone else who wants to be tagged

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↠ characters: geto suguru, mentioned in the story: gojo satoru, toji fushiguro, choso kamo, nanami kento, yuki tsukumo

↠ warning: cam work, sex work, mentions of death, profanity, drug usage, this chapter specifically mentions non-consentual recording & sexual assault. so please read with caution.

↠ pairings: geto suguru x black!female reader, a hint of toji fushiguro x black!female reader

↠ timeline: cam boy!au, college!au, sex work au, non-sorcerer au, modern au

↠ chapter summary: y/n has her head in the cloud as she's deeply in love with geto, but it's always jules to tug her right down off that cloud.

↠ a/n: this took me forever to update, but it’s only because this story is slowly coming to a close with only four chapters left after this. just thanks for continuing to read this trainwreck of a fic tbh. love y'all.

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YOU SAT IN THE LIBRARY WRITING NOTES DOWN IN YOUR NOTEBOOK. With everything that was going on, you still couldn’t even believe that you were even able to concentrate on school work. But you couldn’t forget that you didn’t want to be a cam girl forever, so you had to work harder in school to make sure that you’ll be able to say goodbye to the cam world. You were waiting for Choso since he said he wanted to see you considering that he was getting busy with his life and you were also getting busy with yours. The two of you have grown close and you didn’t expect that considering what brought you two together.

As you were flipping through one of your textbooks, you heard a cute scream of your name. When you look up, you see little Yuji running toward you at full speed. You opened your arms for him to hop into as he finally made his way up to you. A smile appeared on your face as you hugged him closely. “Hello to you too, Itadori.” You smiled as you instantly placed him on your lap.

Choso sat across from you at the table. Casually dropping not only his backpack but Yuji’s small colorful backpack on the table also. “I only had one class, so I decided to let him tag along. He seemed to be astonished at his surroundings, but the chicks dig it so..” Choso's voice trailed off as he looked at you.

You chuckle as you flip to a new page in your notebook to let Yuji draw in it. “Using him for cool points and attention, how cruel.” You jokingly say as you look at him.

Choso shrugs his shoulders without a care, “He loves the attention just as much as me,” He says before he’s pulling his laptop out of his bookbag. “Since I’m here, I can get some work done.” He sighed.

You chuckle as you would tug the chair next to you closer to your side. You placed Yuji in it and slid over your notebook and the pen he was using to draw. Silence overcame the three of you as you and Choso went to continue your work with the occasional sound of Yuji munching on the snacks Choso packed for him.

“I didn’t even notice your boyfriend isn’t with you, where could he be?” Choso asked as his eyes glanced up from his laptop to look at you.

“The detectives called over the weekend asking him to talk to Jules. To see if he can help get a confession out of her,” You bluntly admitted. “Hopefully he can. So she can rot in prison.”

“Hopefully, I always found it strange that she turned herself in so easily.” Choso pointed out.

“They must have enough evidence for her to not deny what happened,” You sighed.

“Then why need a confession?” Choso asked. “I don’t know, it’s Jules. Hopefully, he doesn’t let her get into his head during this process.”

“I’m sure he won’t. He knows what the detectives need to make sure she stays where she’s at. Then he’s also number one on the ranking, so I’m positive he’ll be given the company.”

“Can’t believe my friend is about to be the heir to a company, who would have thought.” He chuckled as he looked over at you.

“Yeah…” Your voice trailed as you watched Yuji draw on the sheet of paper. “It’s strange, you know? Months ago we were just floormates.” You said.

Now you two were a couple. A couple that oddly had a cam website brought them together. The thought of Geto being the first to say that one important phrase caused your cheeks to heat up in embarrassment. To think that this all started with you two talking to each other in a convenience store. As silence overcame the three of you in the library, you thought about the memory of when you felt just as strongly in love as Geto.

The two of you sat in the library together attempting to do homework, but in reality, you kept stealing glances at him as he was trying to finish up a paper. His long black hair tugged up into a messy bun on top of his head. The only thing you could hear was whatever alternative music he was listening to and the sound of his long digits tapping at the keys on his laptop. You could tell he was so into whatever he was doing on his laptop because he hadn't even felt you staring at him for the last two minutes.

Your head is placed on the palm of your hand as you’re watching Geto in deep thought. You watched as he let his teeth graze at his lower lip. You took notice of the way he would bob his head to whatever he was listening to. Gosh, you think you were in love with him.

You've been thinking about the feeling of love for a minute now. The last serious relationship you were in, didn’t end very well. You hated to admit that you put up some barrier to prevent yourself from falling for anyone after moving to Japan. You had this ice-cold heart that because you flashed your breasts for thousands of viewers, no one would love you. The harsh words your ex from the states would say. No one would ever love a woman who shows other men the goods. It left a nasty taste in your mouth even thinking about what your ex said. When you moved to Japan, that’s when you met Toji. You fell for Toji, but once again that didn’t end very well. With Geto, you kept trying to think of a way to get out of it—particularly thinking about self-sabotaging because you felt that he would just get tired of you. Eventually, when this Jules situation blows over, you’ll graduate, be pushed into the real world, and eventually drift apart. Especially with the possibility of him running CAMPOP being on the table.

But the thing with Geto Suguru is that he was very good at reassuring you without realizing that he was reassuring you. He’ll quickly get on the side of the sidewalk closer to the street when you two would be walking to some places. He had this thing where when he went to the store, he'd come back with something that reminded him of you. He’ll kiss you out of the blue because he wanted to see what flavor chapstick you had on. It was little things like that—that had you smiling like a schoolgirl in a slice-of-life anime.

As your pen was tapping at the table, Geto finally noticed you staring. His cheeks glow in embarrassment as he gives you some smile that causes his eyes to close so cutely. You couldn’t help but return the smile before you’re going back to doing your homework. Which was just you copying Nanami’s notes he let you borrow. You wanted to shun him how neat his handwriting was and how organized his notes were. As you continue to write in your notebook, Geto was trying to get your attention with a whisper. “Hey! Hey!” He said.

You glanced up quickly after the second hey before you felt Geto’s plush lips on yours. He tasted like gum and his favorite energy drink. A taste you were a little too familiar with and knew was the taste of him attempting to finish an assignment before the deadline. His hand gripped at the chair you were sitting at and with ease, he’s sliding the chair closer to his. The kiss got intense with each passing second after you felt his tongue slide across your lower lip. Your mouth gasped open allowing him to enter to get a taste of you. Just as he deepened the kiss, the both of you heard a loud knock on the table you were sitting at. When you two pulled apart, cheeks burning in embarrassment and completely breathless—you were met with one of the library workers doing a sweep of making sure students weren’t breaking the rooms.

When the worker walked away, you and Geto couldn’t help but snicker. The worker glanced back giving you two a glare before continuing to check for any rule breakers in the library.

That moment in the library you were so close to telling Geto you loved him. But you didn’t. It did give you comfort when he told you he loved you. You smiled to yourself on a regular even thinking about it. Now as you sat at the table, Choso caught onto the goofy grin on your face.

“What have you smiling so hard?” Choso questioned.

“It’s nothing.” You uttered as you went back to your work.

“It’s something. Does it involve him?” Choso asked. “As in Mr. Suguru himself?” His eyebrows raised in a teasing manner.

“Of course.” You sighed happily as you closed your notebook. “We said the three words a couple of days ago.”

“The three words? Gross, you’re being all lovey-dovey.” He joked. “How’d you feel about that? I don’t think I saw Suguru in a serious relationship, you know cause of the cam work stuff. But here he is saying I love you.”

You rolled your eyes at the dark-haired man across from you. “I’m happy.” You said with a smile. “I thought this Jules situation would put a dent into our relationship. But it didn’t.”

Choso gave you a grin, “Well, I’m happy for you two.”

“I’m happy for us also.”

Choso’s mouth parted to speak, but he soon felt a presence at the table. When both of you glanced over, you saw Yuki staring at the two of you. “I need to talk to you guys.” She then noticed Yuji at the table with you guys. “Privately.”

“He’s too deep into coloring, he won’t notice. What do you want? Didn’t Jules make you temporary CEO or something like that? I’m pretty sure she would want your head if you’re not doing your job.” Choso explained.

“That’s what I was doing. I haven’t even been able to do anything other than press conferences cleaning up her freakin’ mess. I just can’t do it anymore. I thought going towards her would help with subscribers and for me to be number 1, but the bitch is insane.” She explained.

“Miss, you said a curse word. You have to put money in the swear jar.” Yuji interjected causing Choso to snicker.

Choso would stand up, “I’m going to take the kiddo to get a snack. Please have his swear jar money ready when we return.” He would grab a hold of Yuji’s small hand and lead him out of the area you were sitting in.

“I could have told you that. Assuming that she was the one that gave you the idea to collab with me.” You spoke out once Choso was gone.

You watched as Yuki try to stutter out some words before confessing, “She did. She thought it would ruin you and Suguru’s relationship. Where is he anyway?”

“He’s busy.” was the only thing you said. “Why?”

“It’s nothing. I think I need to go to the police and I just thought coming to you guys first was the right thing to do.”

Your head tilted in confusion, similar to a confused child trying to figure out what their parent said. “Yuki, what’s going on?”

“I have evidence that could put Jules away for good,” Yuki uttered. “And it goes beyond this fuckin’ murder case she’s connecting to.”

“Evidence like what?” You asked.

“Tax fraud, extortion, refusing to play some employees…” Her voice trailed off. “Sex trafficking.” She whispered the last part.

You leaned back into your seat. You couldn’t be shocked at the things you were hearing. It was Jules after all. When you enter the sex work industry, many people point out how predatory the men in the industry could be. The porn co-stars who thought the fact that they did porn gave them the right to not know that consent during sex can be taken away. The directors that change scenes last minute despite the stars not being comfortable with it. The agents that prey on fresh eighteen-year-olds. The cam website owners who withhold folding from its workers. Many people assume that only men could be capable of these things, but women could be just as predatory in the sex work industry. Jules was an example of that.

“Why should we trust you? For all, we know this could be a part of her plan,” You said as you looked at her.

You watched as Yuki's eyes were beginning to water. Her lips quivered and her hands begin to shake. Now, you were concerned as you watched the woman break down in front of you. You stood up to comfort her as her weeping only were growing louder gaining some stares from other people in the library.

“She has these weird sex tape videos. I saw one with Yuki and—” Her voice cracked as she wiped her tears. “I don’t remember that video being taken of me. I really don’t.” Yuki went back to crying as you wrapped your arms around her to comfort her.

You could see Choso return with Yuji. He gave you a confused look as you mouth to him.

“We have to go to the police station.” You mouthed to him as you were rubbing comforting circles on Yuki’s back.

Jules was officially about to rot in jail as you said.

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