the difference between black reader fics and non-black reader fics is that us black authors make it known that y/n is black. most of us include that in our notes. as for the non-black readers, y’all swear up and down that y/n is neutral, but always describe y/n as white or someone with fair skin. if we being real, black reader fics are more neutral than the neutral fics y’all swear y’all write. with the exception of skin color and hair texture, the way we describe our reactions are more inclusive. (ex. skin feeling hot as suppose to cheeks turning red) if your fic is self-indulgent just say that. hell. make it an OC if you got to. but this y/n’s knuckles do not turn white. 🗿
𖠵𖤥 eren’s new neighbor is extremely lust-loved over him, and wants no one else to take her virginity but him.
𖠵 pairing › eren yeager x black fem!reader.
𖠵 viewer discretion › pwp, virgin!reader, dry humping but not rlly, more like a pussay job fr, minor foot fetish, eren has a big ;) , lots & lots of nasty talk since eren can’t shut up, praise kink, mating press, kissing, pussy slaps, eren is 6’6 bc that’s how tall he is in every fic i write for him, size difference, a sprinkle of humiliation kink, pet names, teasing, minors aren’t welcomed ! reblogs & comments are appreciated. <;3
˖ ࣪ 📓 ָ࣪ 𓏲⋆. eren dryhumping a virgin who’s very very fond of him. <;3
greets you with a lopsided grin whenever he comes home from work, pulling into his driveway with his motorcycle and walking across the street to say hello to his cute, new, and fixated neighbor. comes inside to help you out with putting your bed frame up since your delivery arrived today, and he just so happened to come home right on time. eren’s all strong, skin sticky from the sweltering heat outside; a masculine musk making his ditzy neighbor . . . dizzy. as his arms flex and he’s cleaning his face off with his shirt which causes the sculpted abs on his abdomen to show, he becomes even more amused. seeing you chewing on your lips as you speak to him, talks about stupid shit like how you stopped by that new farmers market and found the best peaches, or some shit. eren doesn’t pay much attention, trying his hardest not to slam you down on this bed and fuck the daylights out of you.
eren will purposely make you more nervous by pointing out that you’re ‘staring too hard. take a picture’ only to have you nervously apologize. states that you’ll go grab him a cup of lemonade and turn the ac up. the heart behind your ribcage pounds so hard you nearly trip on your way to the kitchen. he’s so fucking hot. a constant replay in your head the entire time you stood like a creep watching him build your frame. you want him on your bed, now. how can you achieve that? easy. he’s a man, and you’re not dumb. you see the way he looks at you, too. that same, sultry glare, that ‘i wanna fuck you’ tone in his voice when he speaks to you.
by time you’re back in your master bedroom, he’s nowhere to be found. you frown, looking around and calling to him. a gruff ‘yo’ startles you, body jumping when he comes from behind you, the hair under his armpits showcasing as he ties his hair up halfway, the dark gray muscle tank he’s wearing really not helping your situation. you nearly fall out, his eyes glowering.
“took this, hope you don’t mind.”
god, i don’t. i really fucking don’t. “n-no. uh, here’s some lemonade. pressed it myself.”
his large hand wraps around the glass, thanking you before chugging it down. you don’t realize you’re biting your lip as you watch the ball in his throat jump until he raises his brow as he swallows, licking his lips. “it’s finished.”
it was. you didn’t even bother paying attention to it. the pretty black tufted frame taking up most of the space in your room. eren had placed the mattress on top already. there’s a mattress. there’s eren. and there’s you. combine that. eren knocks his head to the side, looking you up and down, these tight denim shorts hugging your thighs perfectly. a simple multicolored tank on your chest and yellow flip flops over your white painted toes.
“what you thinkin’ about?”
you clear your throat. you’re fucking up your plan. stay focused. “i had a question."
"which is?"
"do you have a girlfriend?"
eren smirks, stuffing his hands into his joggers. “why the curiosity? you want me?”
“no!” you yelp nervously. “i-i mean . . . ”
“say it. be brave.”
sighing, you take a deep breath before speed walking to sit on your bed, looking at him as if telling him to follow. eren puckers his lips, slowly strolling towards you, not before discarding the glass in his hand onto your vanity. the tower tall man stands before you, his bulge quiet literally in your face which, by the way, is on habanero right now.
“talk to me. what do you want?”
fiddling with your fingers, you keep your eyes on him, his face straight and lips pressed into a firm line, struggling not to laugh. you’re so cute.
“i wanna be . . . yours.”
“mine?” he arched a brow. “in what way?”
“like, i want you to . . . kiss me.”
that’s when eren actually laughs, lurching forward and cracking up as if it’s the funniest thing he’s ever heard in his life. the man holds his stomach, laugh super adorable but you didn’t appreciate that he was making fun of you. you’re frowning, slapping his thigh before shouting that you were serious. the chocolate haired beauty stops before you hit him again. you’ll pay for that in a second.
“think you want me to do more than kiss you.”
bingo. you swear it all happens faster than you imagined. you’re on your back with your knees stuck together but your legs high to your chest. eren’s on his knees above you, big body hovering over your adorably smaller frame compared to his, feathering light strokes with his fingertips up your ankle, over your calves and between your heated thighs he spreads apart to slot himself in between. you hold onto his forearm, swallowing down your spit as his cologne wafts over you, eren tucking a few strands of his hair behind his ear.
he follows your lingering glare on the happy trail that peeked out after his shirt rose just a bit. pupils dialated and thighs absentmindedly trying to press together, clutching his waist with your grip. you got lost in that one little detail of him. he hums, causing to you blink. “hey.”
“sorry,” you blurt out immediately. eren tilts his head to the side with a grin, tonging his cheek as he rubs your thigh.
“wanna see it?” he teases, hand rubbing over the outline of his dick.
your head shakes like a bobble toy. “mhm hmm.”
a pained sound he emits when he begins to tug down his joggers in slow motion it felt like, finally pulling his cock out, bigger than his hand, bigger than yours makes your eyes literally bulge out of their sockets, whispering a ‘oh fuck’ as your mouth salivates and you see it. for the first time. ever. and it's somehow exactly how you imagined it. thick and pretty. circumcised. soft, round pink tip. veins protruding from the base. it's perfect. and right now it's glossy with precum, eren so close to smearing it across your face for looking at it like that.
you haven't even noticed him removing your shorts, only when your hips begin lifting and the spring heat and air shining and blowing through the vintage window above your bed hits your skin do you realize what happened. nipples taut under your tank. lower halve only in a pair of lavender panties with a tiny cute white bow on the middle of the waistline. you swallow, getting nervous.
“i’m a virgin!” it’s rushed when it comes out, squeaking when he gets ahold of your ankles and throws them over his muscled shoulders, hands never halting as he huffs out a laugh.
“i know.”
eyes widening, you lower your brows in confusion. “you know?”
“no. but thank you for confirming.”
sucking your teeth, you roll your eyes. “asshole.”
eren’s face goes blank after, the sudden change scaring you. your heart paces when he drags your body closer, large hand wrapping around his cock he taps at your clit multiple times with a deep, long groan. squirming and whining in his perfect view of you. “i’m an asshole, baby? but look who’s submitting to me.”
you could feel it throbbing on your tummy, face feeling beet red when he practically squished his nose to yours, hissing and rolling his hips forward.
“you like the way it looks on your little pussy?” he hums. before you can even answer, he’s speaking again, “wish i could see it. can you show her to me, baby? please?”
whimpering, you tuck your bottom lip in between your teeth, hooking your finger into your panties to teasingly pull to the side to show him what he's been dying to see. a warm, puffy pussy slick with cum and waiting for him to touch. eren cranes his neck to stare hard, green eyes darkening.
“isn’t she fuckin’ sweet,” next thing he does is spit on it. anything he does fascinates you. even something as lewdly as covering your cunt in his saliva to drag his dick over to make it easier for what he’s about to do. and that’s tuck you underneath him with his dick weighing on your pussy and rutting till the two of you cum. “i’m not gonna fuck you yet, princess. need t’ be prepared for that. n’ i don’t think you’re ready just yet.”
eren’s face stays in your own, your jaw dropping the moment he has you tucked in a mating press, your ass way off the bed, knees to your shoulders, and thighs to your chest. the skin on your tummy wrinkled with the rest of your flesh. you’re kind of upset that he won’t fuck you, but honestly, he gave you a promise that he would. so that was good enough. the important thing was that you had him in the palm of your hand just like you wished. eren keeps his hands planted on the backs of your knees to keep you put, joggers clinging to his slim waist and long hair slowly unraveling from the hair tie since his hair was so silky shielded any outside view. solely concentrated on him, and only him. his smell, his scrunched up face that gives away just how much you’ve affected him. nearly combusting.
“you ever touch yourself to me? whenever you see me fixin’ cars and shit,” his voice cracks, rolling his waist forward to grind his dick against your sluice pussy, balls smushed to your plump ass and dick collecting all of what’s built up because of him. shyly, you nod, gasping.
“ever cum thinkin’ about me?” the fabric of your panties rushes over him, the friction making him groan so loud it almost frightens you, sounding close to a growl. your clit thrums as the fat tip knocks into it accidentally, eren reaching between where you two meet to keep it between your pussy lips. picking up his pace and fucking you faster.
your fingers dig into his arms, not too hard to hurt him, but just enough to leave crescent moons. repetitive, angelic whines and moans matching with his, listening to your bed creak. “hmph. . . yes.”
“stare at it. watch how it fucks you,” now he’s getting aggressive, stretching your legs further back to get in there like he wants to, raising his chest to glower down at you like a giant would a tiny fairy. you force yourself to keep your eyes open, hiccuping and pushing your hips to conjoin with his harder, snaking your right arm to hold your legs up yourself, turning them slightly to the side so your thighs compress around his cock tighter. eren hisses, watching the head of his dick poke in and out of the gap you created.
“fuck, ‘ren!” it felt so fucking good, and it’s silly that he’s making you feel like this without actually being inside of you. you never knew it could be like this. eren’s becoming frenzied, whining and rotating his hips, and you do the same, fucking him back once he lowered your body back onto the mattress halfway. the obsidian, rose, and moonstone quartz bracelets on his wrist clank when he reaches over to yank your shirt down just so his eyes had more of an image to get him off. tits bouncing around.
“always notice how you look at me. chewing on your gum with those pretty, wide puppy eyes of yours. so lost in thought when you see me mowing the lawn or cleanin’ my bike. bet you’ve fucked yourself on that kitchen counter watching me in my garage, you filthy fuckin’ slut,” you’re ready to cum, so close to it you feel it in the pit of your stomach, crying out the harder his thighs interacted with yours, balls slapping and pussy aching. “these fucking lips of yours. so goddamn soft i could bite them.”
the 10k carat gold ankle bracelet you wore shines in his face after the sun hits it, eren paying close attention to it, grabbing your ankle and observing your soft feet, painted lavender toes, a color he liked a lot on your skin complexion. the last thing you expected him to do was worship your feet, eyesight too blurry to clearly see what he’s doing until you feel it. until you feel him pressing a delicate kiss to the arch of your foot, following with the thick heat of his tongue that weirdly makes you moan louder, furrowed brows on your curious face. surprised that it felt . . . good? eren sloppily kisses at your foot, and toes, grabbing the other and tagging between them both, grunting and straightening your legs so they’re entwined and flat to his chest so it’s easy for him to bend forward and fuck you better. the two in one attack really fucking with your head.
“ooo my fucking god, m’gunna cum,” arching your back higher, it all comes crashing down on you, the best pleasure you’ve had in your entire life. possibly the greatest feeling in the world; cumming. it’s fucking nirvana. squealing because it’s the only sound you can seem to make right now, breathing heavily, and it only prolongs when eren cums with you, smacking the side of your thigh with a ‘fuck yes, baby. fuck yes, baby. nnn.’ over and over as he curses in your mouth he finally gives to you. his lips are so addictive, his bottom lip catching yours, gliding over your chin because his mouth is so big it makes you dizzy.
thick, pearl white cum lingers on one of your favorite shirts you’ll have to wash longer, every part of your skin in his hands hotter than your body itself. imprinting his fingertips on your flesh. eren chuckles deeply, smacking your face lightly, pleased that he’s found a new toy to play with. getting to learn you was going to be fun. fucking you was going to be better. and he really, really couldn’t wait. and you felt the same. the lust you had for him beforehand only heightened.
“looks like your good girl clit’s still soakin’, baby,” eren hums, pressing his thumb gently to the sensitive bud, your body writhing still, that static shocking through your nerves. “should i put my mouth on it?”
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Warning : minors DNI, 16+. Suggestive, heavy/strong language, blood, injury, Bonten being gossips but nothing more, kinda comical and funny !
Pairing : Bonten! Mikey x Female! Reader
Summary : what about meeting the Bonten ?
Since the day he met you, Mikey tried his best to keep you away from his gang life. Until that night...
Note : This is a short one shot, no one requested this, it's just a small thing I've been imagining before going to bed lol right after writing this I'll be back to your requests guys !
WORD COUNT : Around 6000
Running out of time.
Running out of thoughts.
Pedal to the floor, Sanzu pressed it until the dash indicated a number way out of speed limits.
A road, a race.
Not against a car, against time.
Against death.
And he didn't even knew where to go, which turn to take next, all he knew was that, damn, Ran is a motherfucker and Rindou an asshole, but Mikey would kill him if the elder died on his backseat.
-" Fuck, Mikey, we can't go to the hospital. "
That one, sitting right on the passenger seat had his fist against his mouth, biting hard on his fingers. Before he could even look at Sanzu or answer, Rindou's voice cut off from behind.
-" I don't fucking care about prison, you go to that shitty hospital. "
Dark irises peered through the car's central mirror, at Rindou's shape sitting on the backseat.His brother had his head his lap and his feet on Kakucho's.
The youngest Haitani sustained his boss' look, though trembling from inside, he kept a stoic face stained with his brother's blood, hands pressing Ran's thigh to slow down the bleeding.
If the road wasn't blurry from the speed Sanzu was hitting, if Ran Haitani was not bleeding to death on the backseat of his car, Mikey would have slashed Rindou's throat open for that order. Yet, Rindou was stained with his elder brother's blood, on the verge of losing him.
How couldn't he understand ? Especially him, who's brother have been stolen from him, who couldn't even get a look at his face one last time ? Through his hollow chest, there was still something beating, beating for him to do the right thing.
The right thing, the right one, the idea clicked in his head.
-" Take the right turn to Ebisu. Tsubaki's district. "
Bonten's second nodded, took the right turn just in time to head for Ebisu and was almost startled by Rindou's voice shouting from behind.
-" Mikey you fucking serious ? You... You know what ? Drop us. "
-" Rin' " Kakucho tried only to be cut off again by that one.
-" Just drop us at the hospital and you can go back to the headquarters. "
Pleading eye glance was dressed by an angry stare in Rindou's eyes, one that has been promptly ignored by Mikey who just started guiding Sanzu through the dimly lit streets.
Scoffing loudly, the Haitani brought his eyes to his brother's head on his lap, droopy eyes,shallow breathing, and a burning fever.
What the fuck is going on ? He wanted to scream.
-" I... I don't get it, you removed the bullet from his leg, why ain't he getting better ?"
Kakucho, receiving his question sighed loudly trying to calm his frantic heartbeats. Wiping the sweat off his forehead, along with the worry for his friend, he shrugged.
-" I don't know, maybe an artery has been touched ?"
-" And what the hell do we do-"
They were almost propelled forward by the power at which Sanzu had parked, immediately noticing that they were now in a residential area.
-" Wh-"
-" Stay here. I'll be back in a minute. "
Mikey left no room for argument, quickly getting out of the car and making his way to one of the houses, knocking at the door.
Be here, he prayed inside. Be here...
Multiple questions and death glares from Rindou toward the house after, the lights inside the house turned on.
2.am in the morning they knock at your door, every woman should have been afraid to even get up from bed.
But how to even be scared ?
There, all your dreams taking the shape of a man sharing your bed since weeks and weeks, standing in your front porch light.
The magnet to your smile, Sano Manjiro, he was a regular of your front door, the gift of the late night for you. So much, you hadn't even changed from your Pajama shorts and strapped top, nothing he hadn't seen anyway.
Only for a minute, the universe pretended it loved him. For a split second, there was just... Manjiro, and you. Because his heart had beaten like when he was a kid, a happy kid, seeing the smile you offered him with sleepy eyes.
What a shame if his old friends knew, after years of trying, the thing lifting him from the floor to be a weak small woman...
But your smile dropped as soon, remarking that he wasn't coming inside like he used to do, taking the hand you offered that it took him some time to get used to, but eventually started leaning in your touch.
-" A bitch, really ?" Rindou scoffed from the car, far from your eyes and ears. Indignation filled his blood but he was soon shushed by Sanzu and a frowning Kakucho.
-" She's not one of our girls" Sanzu explained, confused. " I don't know this place. "
They three watched their boss interacting with the young woman from afar, and stiffened when both of them started walking toward the car before Mikey opened the rear door from Rindou's side.
-" Here he is. " He showed you a rather tall man, head and feet resting on two frowning men legs. The street as well as the inside of the car were dimly lit, you could not see much more than blood flowing from the middle of his thigh, where his pants have been ripped. Mikey opened the door a little bit more when you crouched down next to the car, startled by the hand of the man gripping yours even before you could touch the injured man's face.
Guilt was a foreign principle for Rindou yet he could have sworn that was exactly what he had felt the minute the girl's doe eyes peered at him, maybe far, far from that sad reality where he was holding his brother's bleeding body, he would've took a minute to admire how beautiful she was...
Sensing his reluctance toward you, you pulled your hand away from him and peered at Mikey, standing next to you. You might have missed the dark glare he sent toward Rindou...
-" You told me he has fever, right ?"
He nodded, turning back to you. Frowning, you looked at the three men inside the car who already were eyeing you curiously.
-" Do you still have the bullet ?"
-" Are you fucking kidding me ?" The one with the purple mullet answered you, you pulled your head back surprised by the hostility in his tone. " Why in hell would we k-"
-" It's here " the one with the scarred face cut him off with a hurry, leaning toward the car's floor to reach for the bullet he threw there previously. He hadn't missed the step Mikey had took toward the car after hearing Rindou's answer, it was nor the time neither the place for fighting.
Taking the bullet from him, at first nothing seemed special about it. Yet you had your idea about the fever, and went to smell that one. Other than the smell of smoke and blood, and there was an after smell to it. One you used to smell at the hospital shifts...
The ball has been damaged, either from the impact or when removed from his body, but what had caught your attention was the dark, heavy paste adorning the crooked bullet, your head fell slightly backward in a curse.
-" Fuck... "
All of them frowned, but Mikey did because you rarely cursed, Rindou was faster to ask about what the fuck you mean. His words.
-" The bullets have been laced by curare. A deadly poison. "
His heart missed several beats, eyes going naturally back to his brother who already had passed out, his throat felt tight, and he couldn't even focus on your words when you stood up and mumbled to Mikey to get him inside your house.
Turning the living room lights on, Mikey moved your table out of the way while Rindou and Kakucho lifted Ran's body until your couch.
- " I'll be back in a minute" you whispered to Mikey before heading toward the bathroom, working at a hospital, your first aid kit was more like a whole surgery equipment.
All of their eyes watched you as you came back to the living room, hands full of medical equipment you put on the table before crouching down next to Ran who was lying on your couch, and there under the light they could finally take a better look at you.
And they were stunned...
Mainly because well, you looked like nothing of the usual girls they had at their clubs. Your face was empty of all make-up, your hair was loose falling around your face, but how attractive was that raw, natural sight...
Kakucho leaning with his elbows on the back of the couch, Rindou standing right next to him and Sanzu standing next to the armchair Mikey sat on, all of them eyes were on you.
And to say questions were eating their brain alive wouldn't be out of place. It was obvious with every rapid flutter of your lashes hitting those cheekbones, from your wide-eyed gaze, too pretty, too young, too pure for this, them, and him.
But you hands didn't shook, you didn't hesitated a second before wrapping the sterilized tourniquet around his leg, and to say the strength you put in that one woke Ran up screaming from pain... Well, you might be perfect for Mikey, they thought.
-" The hell-" Ran arched his back and breathed heavily, hand reaching his thigh to remove the pressure, as Rindou's hand pushed him flat on the couch, a soft one stopped him, he landed his eyes on you and-
It might have been the poison, the pain, but no one ever looked at him so... Truly.
-" I know it hurts, but you've been poisoned. I don't want the curare to reach your heart".
And just like that, a man surrendered. It all took a pretty shiny eye color, smooth hair surrounding feminine features, and a tiny voice coming from enticing lips to wreck his guards and make him drop his hand, make him take the pain.
Okay, you thought to yourself. This is do or die, the shallow breathing he had could be either because of the pain, or because the curare reached his lungs...
Was it too late or not, you were gonna give him the antidote.
-" Why'd you made this ?" The one with the mullet gestured toward the tourniquet, you went to answer but he cut you off again. " You better not make him lose a leg or whatever shit you've done it for, if he lost it-"
-" If he lost it what ?" Your voice rose up, dropping the syringe you previously had in hand to put both of your palms flat on the couch.
-" This, i'm only tryna repair your mistake. " You glared at him under everyone's surprised expressions. " Who do you think you are, removing the bullet as if you were doctor House ? That's the result of your recklessness, the poison spread faster and I'm trying here to limit it so you better shut up and not shout at me under my own roof".
Stunned, once again, no one found the words actually. It was obvious Rindou was upset, from how tight he was clenching his fists, however you managed to convince him to let you do your job.
As for Mikey, he simply could not take his eyes off of you.
You, his moonlight secret, the tide of his feelings, ones he thought he would never experience again. It all started with a smile, and before he could understand anything, a night a week, two nights a week, to an additional tooth brush in your bathroom, left t-shirts, and this house became a home.
Sure he knew you deserved way better, yet once you let the devil in your front porch come inside, again, and again, it felt right. He held you tight, and that was all that you seemed to need, his bruising hold, his cold hands and rough touches.
Took and kept him in your hands in order not to break him as if he was a promise, let the devil inside and kissed all of his demons.
You were all softness and delicacy, that was mainly why he has been surprised by the daggers your eyes threw at Rindou, and damn his heart missed some beats when you got all of his men tail between their legs with just a higher voice. That is when pride bloomed in his chest, seeing you head high in order not to drop the crown, his crown.
His queen.
It did not stopped him from glaring at Rindou however, while you were busy administering the treatment to his brother. Needless to say has it been another random girl of their clubs, he would not even care.
But you, the missing heart beat, the late night rendezvous, the tatoo-lingering kiss, he felt personally offended.
Thanks God, after minutes of giving him the treatment, the so-called Ran seemed more connected to reality. The tourniquet must have been done right before the poison could reach any higher parts and it was only his luck. And thank God, curare's antidote was a simple myasthenia's treatment, one you could easily have home, otherwise the ending would have been different.
They all watched you as you stitched him and him wincing from time to time, then the man with a scar along his face helped you throwing all the dirt.
Strange was it how you didn't even felt threatened. An angel standing in silk pajama lingerie, surrounded by demons who could not keep their eyes off of your bare legs under your camisole shorts, off of your breasts perking up under the silk strapped top.
Why would you be afraid ? Satan himself glared at his demons and soon their four pairs of eyes found the floor very much more interesting than his angel.
-" How ya feeling ?" Rindou asked his brother once you left to " make some coffee".
-" I'm good, thanks to her. You should... You kinda fucked up tho " he answered while eyeing his boss from the corner of his eye. Rindou who was leaning against the couch sighed, he knew he kind of loses it everytime Ran would be in the middle of it, and he regretted it now, really.
-" Yeah, your girl saved the day Mikey".
That was Sanzu trying to get crumbs of the truth and Kakucho elbowing him discreetly. Truth be said, he has been smelling the smoke and now he caught the fire. Usually he would be driving his boss home after missions, the late months were the exception since he preferred using his own bike, one that he didn't touched since years actually.
His usual spot at the VIP floor of the club where he would be silently mourning has been empty, and oh that was definitely not a white hair of his on his black turtleneck.
Mikey knew perfectly what Sanzu was doing and therefore just ignored his statement, would it confirm his thought ? That you were his girl? Let that sink in.
-" Here !" Your soft voice almost sang, bringing a busy tray with several coffee cups. You put that one on the table and quickly made your way back to the kitchen, fighting the smile on your face once Mikey's eyes got stuck on the plate of his favorite pastries you brought and put on the table. Needless to say he was the first one to reach them, your cooking never failed to impress him.
-" Thank you, for this and... " The man with a scar and heterochromatic eyes started, before Rindou grabbed a bowl of coffee and locked eyes with you.
-" And sorry for... You know. He's my brother and... "
-" I get it " you flashed a smile that had his heart sinking in his chest, impression or not the room warmed like water with it.
-" We own you one " That was Ran, lazily smiling with droopy eyes from the couch. He more than everyone in there was shamelessly eyeing you from head to toe, the fever he had experienced previously waking up his lower belly now that he could take a better look at you.
Their boss knew, and they all knew the unspoken forbidden words choking everyone of them at that moment ; what in the heaven, hell or earth had put such a blessing in Manjiro Sano's blood stained hands ?
-" And those ones are Mikey's favorites by the way " he precised toward the pastries.
You chuckled, and everyone, even the most heartless of them all felt it, the light seeping through all of their darkness.
-" I know, I always have some for him. "
Always, there was it, the fire Sanzu had spotted from miles. Rindou's weary expression turned into a whole surprised face, because damn, you were it. Perfect, either was it your face, your features, or just how every curve of you was a kiss for the eyes.
It was your beauty for Ran, the blooming young one, the forbidden thing for dirty men like them.
It was your devotion and honey-dripping self for Kakucho, how is it that their boss haven't drained you of all colors ?
It was your fierce for Sanzu, how you put Rindou back in his place just as if you were raised by Mikey himself.
And your wit for Rindou, useful hands, smartness, knew from A to Z how to deal with a poisoned bullet.
And they could go on for the night, why this house shouldn't be soiled by him, nor by them actually. The fact was, his hand reached for your waist and pulled you into his lap, and the smile you gave him could light up the whole town.
And there she was, his solace in the grip of his hands. He knew what they all thought and he thought it too.
Too good, too pretty, too much for him. One day, you would figure it out and leave him but, his heart beats were a countdown until you would realize it.
And you'd blew him away. He'd be blue.
Until then, he would take them soul crashing glances and enchanted kisses, see would the darkness swallow the light ? Or would the latter shine through?
-" Well... Think it's time for us to go " Kakucho cleared his throat and threw warning glances at his three co-workers. They were staring.
-" Oh, just leave him on the couch. It's better not to shake his leg for now " you warned Rindou who was about to help Ran to get up, the elder brother gulped down at the enticing thought of staying and they all looked at Mikey.
-" I'm gonna take a shower."
That was it, his answer. He would be staying, for sure he would never leave you alone with Ran. Well, he would have been staying anyway...
Sanzu's eyes widened slightly as he peered at his co-workers, Rindou had actually the same reaction, until Kakucho implicitly pushed all of them outside, waving good-bye at all of you and telling Ran to have some rest.
Back to the car, and Kakucho counted.
One, two, three...
-" The actual fuck ?"
The whole neighborhood must have been woken up by Sanzu's loudness at this rate, he turned to look at Rindou sitting on the passenger seat and Kakucho on the back.
-" The actual fuck is Mikey getting his kicks with the glamour-puss when we thought he was depressed as hell " Rindou replied, pulling his hair back still incredulous of what he just witnessed.
-" Could you drive us all home already ? " Kakucho rolled his eyes, earning curious glances from his friends.
-" Really? That's all you got to say ?"
-" Well..." He sighed and rubbed his eyelids. "She is obviously... something else, I'm happy for him though, man has been through hell. "
-" And she's a nurse, maybe even a doctor. Like, she has degrees hanging on her wall-"
-" Fresh clean pussy " The youngest Haitani chuckled soon followed by Sanzu.
-" Think Mikey fucks her as hard as he kicks ?"
-" Let's watch how she walks tomorrow and we'll know ".
-" You two are the reason why we can't have a Bible " Kakucho winced in a disgusted face, soon enough they started the car and he knew he would not stop hearing about it...
•••
Washing the thoughts under the water, the devil would have traded his hell, to let the water purify his sins. Once in a lifetime, Satan had wished to repent, all to be worthy of that damn forbidden fruit. Once in a lifetime his chest wasn't empty, it was filled with concrete-like worries, not good enough, not good at all.
As always, too swallowed in his own darkness, Mikey didn't heard the bathroom's door opening nor the clothes hitting the floor, and almost got startled by the warm hands wrapping around him.
When you are young you know nothing, they say. But you knew. He was walking some of his darkest alleys again, so hard to follow him through.
But it was alright, you just held him and if you two stumbled in the dark, then you'd fall together.
No words were needed, you turned him around and all the unspoken were in your eyes. Fever dream kisses, light touches on his cheeks, whispered sweet nothings built a wall between him and his demons.
Your hands pushed harder on his shoulders, frowning he looked at you and you whispered a " Trust me". He trusted no one.
But...
He dropped on his knees for you.
You smiled at him and your fingertips started massaging his scalp, washing his hair for him. Mikey hummed in silence, and slowly, like a sleepy child his head fell between your breasts.
Even your heart beats hummed a sweet melody for him, steady and slow, like whispering no rush, I'm not going anywhere.
-" You're so pretty... " You whispered, and smiled when he just growled.
As if you don't like it, you thought and rolled your eyes. And he did like it indeed, but he would never admit, burying his head deeper against you.
How could, whatever God after years of cursed fate, gift him such a blessing ? His arms tightened around you in another bruising hold, but you didn't said anything. You just took all of him, and he wondered was there a part of him you didn't took ? Did you even left anything for him, once you'd be gone ?
-" You gotta close your eyes " you whispered grabbing the shampoo bottle, Mikey looked up toward you.
No, they would come back.
And you were there, raw for him, nothing in between your two naked bodies except the water washing the sins away. The only sight that would ever give him goosebumps, you just had to be there, and he was not empty anymore.
-" I... don't like darkness."
And you were the light. Why would he close his eyes ?
On his knees in front of you the king admitted defeat, undressing his fears, and you swore to be there whenever his crown would be too heavy to carry.
The love caressed his cheek softly, no need to run, in your arms his darkness was tamed.
You drew stars around his scars, and like a blood stain marked him forever. Holy was the vision of the devil getting his wings washed, did it really matter if the angel would be stained ?
This was Manjiro Sano trying. He would change the ending, Peter would not lose Wendy, the bridges would not burn down, and the sun would rise on a whole new day after the dark night.
'cause after the poison, the blood, there were only two bodies loving each other in the middle of the night. One single heart beat, one skin, where you ended ? Where he began ? Holding yourselves so tightly it was just too hard to tell.
And in the end of the day, it was all that mattered.
•••
-" Dude, I'm telling ya. She's his girlfriend, not a bitch " Rindou explained to Kokonoi, Takeomi and Mochi. The first sitting behind his desk, he was working until late night when they all came in talking non sense about their boss having an affair, Takeomi was about to leave as well as Mochi.
-" we're talking about Mikey... Like, Mikey, like... White hair, dark impulse, Dorayaki ?" Kokonoi inquired with a confused face, only for both Rindou and Sanzu to nod their heads.
-" I don't believe you. "
-" No one fucking talked to you " Haruchiyo snapped toward his brother who just ignored him.
-" Either you do or not, he's home with her now, and Ran is there too. " Rindou pointed only to be stopped by Mochi.
-" What the fuck is Ran doing ther- you know what ? I don't want to know these kind of details."
-" He's been injured, and she is a nurse-"
-" A doctor, I'm telling you " Sanzu popped a pill from his bottle with a suggestive look.
-" And she's fucking hot, like... Lava hot. "
-" Like « I'm on the cover of playboy magazine » Hot " Haruchiyo added, Kokonoi rolled his eyes again.
-" I honestly don't trust your taste in women."
-" Kakucho ?" Rindou asked for the latter's say in the matter. That one who just sat on the couch sighed, crossing his legs and looked at Kokonoi dead in the eyes.
-" She's fucking gorgeous. "
-" Aha !" That was Sanzu, obviously, who was told he was too loud from his brother and who answered him with a middle finger.
It was usually this way,Bonten, all blood and guns from the outside, gossip girls behind closed doors.
Takeomi was about to add that he trusted Kakucho's taste more than the two others when the sound of Rindou's phone echoed through the room.
-" It's a Video call from Ran " he frowned, some of them gathered around him as soon as he answered it, seeing his brother's face on the screen.
-" Yo ! Aren't ya supposed to be sleeping?"
But no sign if tiredness was perceived in his face, he strangely was more... Interested.
-" What the actual glamour-puss fuck ?" He asked, getting his face even closer from the screen earning a chuckle from Mochi and Sanzu.
-" That's exactly what I said !" His brother pointed with wide eyes, but Ran was not done yet...
-" Wait bro, that's... "
He stood silent for a minute, dropping the phone on the couch which made his brother and co-workers frown.
-" Hey, you there ?" Silence... " Ran ?!"
Suddenly, the screen showed his wide eyes and a smug grin again.
-" Damn you'll never believe me, but I'm hearing moans, fucking moans !" He whispered-yelled the last part, the reactions were either a scoff or wide eyes.
-" quit shitting and go to sleep alr-"
-" I swear to fucking God, Rin' you know my face when I'm lying. They're in the bathroom, and there's fucking moans !"
They watched the younger brother's eyes widening, yes he knew his face when he was lying, and it was not that one.
-" Oh fuck-"
-" How's it ?" Kokonoi inquired curiously, like all of them trying to hear anything.
-" Can you record ?" Sanzu asked before getting an incredulous look from Kakucho.
-" Ran go to fucking sleep-" that one was cut off by Rindou.
-" No, can you get up ? "
-" Steal panties !"
" Mikey's gonna bury you alive " Mochi warned him, the confusion previously in the room replaced by an incredible unusual light atmosphere. They were simply acting as children and they knew it, but it was all so new coming from their boss, the usual iceberg that no one could even help it.
Even Kakucho, the one calling them out for their behaviours found the thought of your moans... Interesting.
-" I'm not stealing the panties. " Ran rolled his eyes, and in front of his friend's silence, he added. " but I'm recording. "
-" You all are so twist-"
It hit, it sounded, and weighted like a ton falling on their shoulders. Upstairs, where both of you were minding your own business, a particular thrust from Mikey sent you to overdrive, had your eyes rolling in the back of your head and legs trembling, crying his name so loud they heard you from the other side of the line.
All were kind of stunned, the voice moaning being cotton-candy soft, well now it had nothing holy...
Honestly, I don't know if I cringed so hard or if I laughed writing this, I'll just let you decide which one to pick but I couldn't just not write it, it has been haunting my brain for a whole night lol.
• note: i've seen a cut video the other day and i thought "hey, let's do this with tokyorev" i don't think i've seen this before (with tr characters i mean) i'll do two others like that with nahoya and wakasa (bff and couple edition) i won't take request for this so pls don't send any
you sit across from him, smiling ankwardly before the crew ask you two to introduce yourself
y/n: hi, i'm y/n
hanma: i'm hanma and we dated for 5 years
[when did you broke up?]
baji: 1year ago
you look at him, nodding and he smile at you
[you can pick a card now]
hanma: you start?
y/n: no, go on
he takes the first card from the stack, reading it in his head before asking out loud
hanma: why did we broke up?
he looks at your hand as you play nervously with your fingers
y/n: we were each others first love so we both needed to... see other people i guess
he nods looking as you take a card before you read it
y/n: was it hard to move and what have you done to do it?
he looks into your eyes, before looking away and taking a bottle and the shot glass, you look at him, imagining all the sort of things he could have done.
[and you?]
you look at the director behind the camera
y/n: i'll take a shot too
and hanma looks at you, taking another glass and also filling it, you clink them on the tables before drinking together, hanma then take another white card
hanma: oh, i'm curious on this one. what is the meanest thing you've said about me to your friends?
he looks at you a little smirk on his face while you start to think
y/n: it was after a fight, you left me alone at a park and i was crying so i called f/n and they said i should break up because you weren't someone good so i said that it wouldn't be hard to find someone better
hanma raises his eyebrows, his smirk leaving his lips as his mouth slightly open, a 'wow' leaving his mouth and you can see your answer hurted him
[did you meant it?]
y/n: absolutely not, i was just... mad about the fact he left me alone and i was sad so no, i didn't meant it at all
y/n: is there anything you want to apologize for?
you read the next card before looking at him as he start to think, he was now letting his hair down and was wearing glasses.
baji: yeah, during a fight i accused you of cheating and i then called you whore
you nod, scrunching your noze at the not happy memory
hanma: i already apologized for that, but i want to do it again because it wasn't fair for you
you shrug, smiling telling him that it was okay now and hanma took the next card smiling at you before grunting when he read the card
hanma: were you attracted to any of my friends?
you laugh and look at the camera before looking back at him
y/n: i never liked your friends, so no
hanma: you never found one cute?
y/n: not at all, i had the best out of your group of friends, really
he smile looking at the camera, winking making you and the crew members laugh
[were you attracted to one of her friends?]
you stop laughing, looking at him
hanma: no
y/n: oh uhm, i don't know if i want to know about that one
you laugh ankwardly and hanma frown, looking at the card between your hands and back at you, his eyes staying on your lips as you read
y/n: do you still love me?
you put the card back on the table, avoiding eye contact, scared of his answer
hanma: of course i do
you finally look at him and he smile at you
hanma: you know how it is, you never forget your first love, what we had it was... perfect...
you look away, your eyes starting to get glossy
[do you?]
y/n: i still do...
you nod, your voice breaking, you cough and hanma smiles at you
he laughs when he read the next card, laying it on the table before asking you
hanma: did you found someone else, if yes are they better than me?
you look into his eyes, and for a second it felt like you were alone
y/n: i don't have anyone right now and i bet they could never be as good as you
his smile grew again looking at the director when he told you to ask him the same question
y/n: did you found someone else and are they better than me?
he shake his head, his eyes glued to yours
hanma: nope
y/n: okay its the last card
hanma:
y/n: what would it- oh!
you look at hanma, laughing nervously
y/n: what would it take for us to get back together?
hanma: not much to be honest
you raises your eyebrows, surprise at how fast he answered
y/n: really?
hanma: of course, i want to try again
y/n: wow
hanma: you don't?
y/n: i mean yes i want to-
hanma: then it's settle, i'll pick you up tomorrow at 8pm
[are you for real? i mean are you really going to try again?]
hanma: yeah
he smile looking at you and you look at them nodding
a/n: back with more roommate!eren stuff cause i'm obsessed and can't get enough.
suggestive (barely) content but minors still dni.
you come back home at the butt crack of dawn after an exhilarating night out with some friends and are in dire need of sleep. but there's no way you can crash in the skimpy dress you have on. it's too precious to ruin. so you start struggling to get out of it. you helplessly tug at the strings that halter around your neck, but quickly realize that instead of undoing the knot, you've made it tighter. cursing out loud, you try to pull the strings over your head, but that doesn't work either. frustrated and exhausted, you try your best to loosen the knot by picking at it with your fingers.
meanwhile eren, who heard the front door open and close, ventures to your room to make sure it's really you who came home and not some intruder. standing outside your ajar door, he hears you groaning and grunting and furrows his brows. he knocks on the door three times and returns his hands to his pockets. "y/n? everything okay?" startled, you jump, then chuckle when you realize there's no reason to be afraid. "oh eren. don't worry, all's good."
"are you decent?" he asks, stepping closer to the door. "uh yeah. you can come in." you let go of knot and drop your aching arms. eren peeks his head in from behind the door and smiles at you with tired eyes. "did i wake you?" you ask apologetically. he shakes his head and brushes you off. "it's alright, i'm a light sleeper anyways." he steps inside and eyes you up and down. "did ya have fun?" he asks, standing by your door. you nod and smile. he nods and smiles as well. "you sounded like you were wrestling something," he shares, looking at you curiously. "oh," you cringe in guilt, "i couldn't get this knot undone, that's all." he raises his brows and steps closer to you. "can i help you out of that?" he asks, pointing to your dress. your eyes widen dramatically, but you realize he means well and give him a more grateful look. "sure! i don't mind."
eren comes up behind you and grabs the knot between his fingers. his fingertips ghost over your skin, making the back of your neck feel all warm and fluttery. the urge to lean into his touch eggs at you subconsciously, but you resist. eren's your friend, and you're not close enough for things like that to be normal. you shut your eyes and revel in the sensation while it lasts. it makes you realize how long it's been since you've had someone in such great proximity to you. that's the only reason you're feeling the way you are. at least, that's what you've convinced yourself.
when eren finishes mangling through the strings, he pulls them apart one last time and lets them fall over your shoulders. the part of the dress that covers your chest droops down a bit, making you hold it in place with a hand. "thanks eren, you're a lifesaver." you look at him in the reflection of your vanity. "don't mention it," he chirps, standing around aimlessly.
things are quiet for a while. you watch him keenly, feeling like he has something so say and not wanting to rush him by any means. he does look lost in thought. just as you're about to call his name, he meets your gaze and smiles. "i'll leave you alone then. good night." you watch him walk out of your room, on edge and confused. deep down you wish he would have stayed longer. you enjoy his company more than you'd like to admit, especially after that little walk in incident from a couple weeks ago. there's also no denying that you've been thinking and looking at him differently than you usually do, and saying that you might be falling for your roommate definitely isn't an overstatement.
little do you know that eren just might be starting to feel the same way about you. he shuts his bedroom door and leans against it, placing a palm over his hammering heart. why on earth did he want to kiss your neck? there were so many occasions where he had held you close, but never once did he feel as enticed and drawn to you as he did just now. he can't wrap his head around it. he's stunned and baffled because he knows what his feelings mean, but he isn't sure where they've come from.
needless to say, both of end up falling asleep while thinking of each other, and the days that pass from there are filled with overthinking and second guessing. but who's to say that nothing will come of your infatuation for each other?
[ID: a tweet from user @NailsNCrowns (miguel gomez stan account.) that reads “someone put together a google doc of 150 gynecologists that will tie your tubes without asking if you have kids, your marital status and no matter your age. It’s sorted by alphabetical order by state.” They include the link. Below is another tweet that reads “if your city isn’t on the list, please check back in a few hours because the list is updated hourly.” /end ID]
if you think that bisexual women are “actually straight and looking for male attention” and bisexual men are “actually gay and in denial”, I will be hunting you for sport
TL;DR: bisexuals and those underneath the bisexual umbrella deserve more respect than we get considering all the bullshit we have to put up with.
As a bisexual woman I cannot begin to explain all the shit I have heard when I tell people. It’s the fact these are the same people to immediately turn around and begin fetishizing bisexuality, they’ll call a bisexual man all kinds of names and call them disgusting then turn around and ask a bisexual woman for a threesome, it’s disgusting.
The primary reason I don’t use dating apps anymore is because of the amount of straight couples begging me for a threesome and the lesbians telling me that I’m just looking for attention and I should be ashamed of myself. And if the fetishizing wasn’t enough you of course have all the people shaming us and telling us we’re just confused.
For a long time the term “bisexual” or “bisexuality” wouldn’t come up in certain searches when “gay” or “lesbian” and “transgender” would auto fill, and don’t even get me started on all the other bullshit people who identify as the sexualities underneath the bisexual flag have to deal with. (Pansexual, bi-curious, omnisexual, polysexual, etc. I love you and I’m here for you)
This isn’t me trying to say that “bisexuals have it worse!” Or some shit like that, we all have different struggles for different reasons, and those reasons need to be respected along with our struggles and it pisses me off that they aren’t. And do not get me started on what disabled and POC bisexuals have to deal with.
There is no way to win as a bisexual until we tear down the stigma surrounding it, there is nothing unnatural or gross or anything wrong with liking more than one gender and it’s disappointing that posts like these even have to be made.
So I've been seeing fat girls/chubby girls get a lot of hate from the "x chubby reader" fics and honestly I'm tired of it. Us bigger girls already have to deal with normal discrimination in our everyday lives. So when we come to Tumblr, WattPad, AO3, or whatever fic website we use, reading "x chubby reader" fics really gives us a break from all that negativity. "But Karen we don't get special x skinny reader content" bitch every fic is ALREADY x skinny reader content. Like, do yall really HATE fat people so much you don't even want them to be able to read self indulgent stories? Like you really have so much fucking hate in your heart for people you don't personally know that you have to go out of your way to cowardly anon about "x chubby reader" posts to bash on them? Fuck off. Honestly. If you're reading this, and you read/write/support "x chubby reader" fics, please share this. Let's trigger them more since they're so disgusted by big girls.
Welcome to the United States of America where if you want to be safe from guns you die if you want to get a safe abortion you die if you're gay you die if you're black you die if you're a woman you die if you're disabled you die if you're a kid you die if you're a POC you die if you're trans you die and no one will do anything about it because some stupid cuntrags that are two steps away from tripping on a staircase and dying cling to some dipshit beliefs from over 6 decades ago and decide to make it everyone's problem
I dont have the money to call someone to fix this, I don't have a car jack or to my knowledge the tire iron. I got a spare, but no way to get it on.
I can't take my kid to school, I can't pick her up from school, can't go to drs appointments or our autism assessments. I already am anticipating a 25 dollar return fee for my car insurance because I crossed days and couldn't delay it and didn't have enough in my account. I also don't have laundry money with the rising gas prices, or anything to go towards my electric bill.
Please, I need a miracle right now because suddenly the light at the end of the tunnel looks really dim. I'm drowning and don't know what to do. If anyone can help I'm begging at this point regardless of how shitty it makes me feel.
I don't know who the fuck needs to hear this, but to tell any creator the quality of their work has gone down or is lacking is rude as hell. we are real people with real lives, giving you fucking content to comfort you, give you the good cry you need, or for you to get off to for fucking free.
what? you think we do nothing all day long and just write or draw? fuck you. we have jobs, school, relationships and families outside of this hellsite.
it costs zero fucking dollars to mind your fucking business and keep quiet, especially if you're one of the people who consumes content without liking, reblogging, or creating anything yourself. and if you're a creator tearing others down, fuck you too. how would you feel if someone told you that your content isn't what it used to be or that it sucks now?
and if you're someone who uses backhanded comments and makes anyone lose the love of what they do, go fuck yourself. i'm tired of seeing the subtle and unsubtle hatred aimed at those who are juggling so much yet still putting out fics or works of art. and if you have a problem with me saying something here's what you can do:
if you have a problem with this post -> click this
this won’t get 1% of the women’s version of this post.
the world we live in, and people in general don’t care about men. we are pretty much robots who aren’t allowed to show emotion. we’re taught from a young age that boys don’t cry.
fact is women are sexualised, men are idealised. because men can’t be raped because they’re big and strong right? right? yea, pretty much the idiots view of living.
Always ALWAYS reblog! This is really close to home for me as most of my followers well know!! Men can be victims just as well as women, and the illusion that ‘Its different for a man because he can defend himself’ is complete and utter bullshit.
The nerve and audacity ppl have been a disgusting. How can you do/say things like this and continue going on with your life like it’s okay/nothing happened?
