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YAKUZA!TOJI X MILF!READER —aka toji on some joe goldberg bullshit
⟢ rating: mdni.18+ each episode will have its own ratings but general warnings— lactation kink, face riding, drugs (weed, alcohol, cigs), infidelity, yuji is sukuna x reader child, size-kink, milf kink, breeding kink, voyeurism, masturbation, dubcon/noncon, squirting, pussy talk, biting, creampies, obsessive tendencies, heavy manipulation, yandere, Toji in daddy and dad mode. this will be fem black reader coded as reader is foreigner and uses some aave but no other descriptors.
⟢ total run time: 𝟐𝟗.𝟐𝐤 of ?
⟢ opening theme: Rich Baby Daddy - Drake
⟢ subscriber access: tag request in comments, previous tag list from the teasers are already accounted for.
⟢ director's note: this fic is to celebrate my year of having this account! literally this is the first fic i thought of and wanted to write and have been working on it since nov'23. so full circle moment fr! i hope you enjoy it.
⟢ executive producers: special thanks to @littlemochabunni, @ryomens-vixen, @yung-notorious and @buttercupblu143 for helping me beta this and bounce off ideas and listen to me be crazy for the past 9-10 months about this fic 🥹.
꒰ disclaimer: this is a plot-driven eventual smut fic and is told mostly in Toji POV through flashbacks until the end of episode 3. so if you stick with me i promise you a freak nasty pay off in episode 4 💕🤭. the build up makes it 100x better, trust~ ꒱
🎬 𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐃𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓—
🎞️ 𝐒𝟏 𝐄𝟏: ❝ I STILL GOT SOME LOVE DEEP INSIDE OF ME, PLEASE DRAG IT OUT OF ME ❞
⟢ Reflecting on the last 3 months of meeting you during a time of organizational unrest, how did casual desire turn into a sinister obsession for a deadly yakuza assassin like Toji Fushiguro? It's your fault though, as a new resident of the yakuza luxury high-rise, The Nursery—shoulda known better than to have smiled that brightly at a single-dad widower, mamas.
episode run time: 𝟒.𝟕𝐤
🎞 ️𝐒𝟏 𝐄𝟐: ❝ POPPIN' MY SHIT COME WITH CONSEQUENCES, POST NUT CLARITY I CAME TO MY SENSES ❞
⟢ With tensions in the organization at an all-time high and a traitor still on the loose, everyone is on edge. Fortunately, Toji has been watching over you for weeks, especially since Sukuna has been even less attentive. But when Toji notices you making a new friend—a potential lifeline apart from him—can he keep his jealousy in check? Just how far will Toji go to have you all to himself?
episode run time: 𝟖.𝟕𝐤
🎞 ️𝐒𝟏 𝐄𝟑: ❝ WE FROM TWO DIFFERENT WORLDS BUT IT'S A MATCH TO ME ❞
⟢ Forced to make difficult choices this past week, it's becoming increasingly clear Sukuna's loyalties lie more with the organization than you. But of course, as chance would have it, Toji is there to console you when you have no one. Who needs Sukuna, friends, or anyone else when you have Toji? Toji can see the cracks forming in your resolve—but when he pushes, will you still be able to resist his charms? Or will you crumble in his hands?
episode run time: 𝟏𝟓.𝟖𝐤
🎞️ 𝐒𝟏 𝐄𝟒: ❝ JUST SAY GOODBYE TO HIM, THEN TAKE THE RIDE TO ME, RIDE TO ME ❞
⟢ Circumstances align and you're practically served on a platter to Toji, he takes this as the prime opportunity to finally claim you as his. Toji deserves you. You know this though, so he won't have to do a thing—you'll come to him all on your own like a good sexy lil' milf won't you, mamas? Nevermind about your world falling apart around you—Toji has already made all of the arrangements to see that you and Yuji are taken care of.
episode run time: ⩇⩇:⩇⩇
🎬 𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐔𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓—
🎞️ 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐒𝟎 𝐄𝟏: ❝ WANNA STICK AROUND FOR THE RIDE? BABY HOLD ON TIGHT ❞ AKA "DON'T DROP THE PANCAKES"
Prequel/Standalone. Yakuza!Sukuna x Exchange Student!Reader.
⟢ Moving to a foreign country for school ain't all sunshine and rainbows—especially when your student status prevents you from acquiring legitimate employment. Good thing a friend of a friend has a connect for under-the-table work. Although, being a topless maid for a ruthless yakuza leader wasn't on your bingo card for your new life abroad—especially when you end up pregnant.
episode run time: ⩇⩇:⩇⩇
YAKUZA!TOJI X MILF!READER —aka toji on some joe goldberg bullshit
⟢ rating: mdni.18+ each episode will have its own ratings but general warnings— lactation kink, face riding, drugs (weed, alcohol, cigs), infidelity, yuji is sukuna x reader child, size-kink, milf kink, breeding kink, voyeurism, masturbation, dubcon/noncon, squirting, pussy talk, biting, creampies, obsessive tendencies, heavy manipulation, yandere, Toji in daddy and dad mode. this will be fem black reader coded as reader is foreigner and uses some aave but no other descriptors.
⟢ total run time: 𝟐𝟗.𝟐𝐤 of ?
⟢ opening theme: Rich Baby Daddy - Drake
⟢ subscriber access: tag request in comments, previous tag list from the teasers are already accounted for.
⟢ director's note: this fic is to celebrate my year of having this account! literally this is the first fic i thought of and wanted to write and have been working on it since nov'23. so full circle moment fr! i hope you enjoy it.
⟢ executive producers: special thanks to @littlemochabunni, @ryomens-vixen, @yung-notorious and @buttercupblu143 for helping me beta this and bounce off ideas and listen to me be crazy for the past 9-10 months about this fic 🥹.
꒰ disclaimer: this is a plot-driven eventual smut fic and is told mostly in Toji POV through flashbacks until the end of episode 3. so if you stick with me i promise you a freak nasty pay off in episode 4 💕🤭. the build up makes it 100x better, trust~ ꒱
🎬 𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐃𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓—
🎞️ 𝐒𝟏 𝐄𝟏: ❝ I STILL GOT SOME LOVE DEEP INSIDE OF ME, PLEASE DRAG IT OUT OF ME ❞
⟢ Reflecting on the last 3 months of meeting you during a time of organizational unrest, how did casual desire turn into a sinister obsession for a deadly yakuza assassin like Toji Fushiguro? It's your fault though, as a new resident of the yakuza luxury high-rise, The Nursery—shoulda known better than to have smiled that brightly at a single-dad widower, mamas.
episode run time: 𝟒.𝟕𝐤
🎞 ️𝐒𝟏 𝐄𝟐: ❝ POPPIN' MY SHIT COME WITH CONSEQUENCES, POST NUT CLARITY I CAME TO MY SENSES ❞
⟢ With tensions in the organization at an all-time high and a traitor still on the loose, everyone is on edge. Fortunately, Toji has been watching over you for weeks, especially since Sukuna has been even less attentive. But when Toji notices you making a new friend—a potential lifeline apart from him—can he keep his jealousy in check? Just how far will Toji go to have you all to himself?
episode run time: 𝟖.𝟕𝐤
🎞 ️𝐒𝟏 𝐄𝟑: ❝ WE FROM TWO DIFFERENT WORLDS BUT IT'S A MATCH TO ME ❞
⟢ Forced to make difficult choices this past week, it's becoming increasingly clear Sukuna's loyalties lie more with the organization than you. But of course, as chance would have it, Toji is there to console you when you have no one. Who needs Sukuna, friends, or anyone else when you have Toji? Toji can see the cracks forming in your resolve—but when he pushes, will you still be able to resist his charms? Or will you crumble in his hands?
episode run time: 𝟏𝟓.𝟖𝐤
🎞️ 𝐒𝟏 𝐄𝟒: ❝ JUST SAY GOODBYE TO HIM, THEN TAKE THE RIDE TO ME, RIDE TO ME ❞
⟢ Circumstances align and you're practically served on a platter to Toji, he takes this as the prime opportunity to finally claim you as his. Toji deserves you. You know this though, so he won't have to do a thing—you'll come to him all on your own like a good sexy lil' milf won't you, mamas? Nevermind about your world falling apart around you—Toji has already made all of the arrangements to see that you and Yuji are taken care of.
episode run time: ⩇⩇:⩇⩇
🎬 𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐔𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓—
🎞️ 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐒𝟎 𝐄𝟏: ❝ WANNA STICK AROUND FOR THE RIDE? BABY HOLD ON TIGHT ❞ AKA "DON'T DROP THE PANCAKES"
Prequel/Standalone. Yakuza!Sukuna x Exchange Student!Reader.
⟢ Moving to a foreign country for school ain't all sunshine and rainbows—especially when your student status prevents you from acquiring legitimate employment. Good thing a friend of a friend has a connect for under-the-table work. Although, being a topless maid for a ruthless yakuza leader wasn't on your bingo card for your new life abroad—especially when you end up pregnant.
episode run time: ⩇⩇:⩇⩇
he slammed the door, huffing. "what the fuck is your problem?" you asked, watching as he throws his gym bag on the floor.
"no one believes i have game!" he whined. armin scrunched his face as soon as he heard you snort, not taking your eyes off the tv, once. "something funny?" he asked, clearly unhappy with your response. he pathetically plumped himself on the sofa next to you.
armin was a nerd. your typical tv nerd. one who knew wayyy too much about things that were less than ideal, academically gifted and zero game when it came to getting women. i mean it wasn't his fault that he was sooo eager to please his teachers. sure, he was cute with his glasses that seemed more like a magnifying glass glued to his face, and not to mention that fuck ass bob of his. but you know what, he wore it well. and you had to give him that much.
"ok so, how do you pick up a pretty girl then?" you asked, now directly facing him. he fiddled with his bony fingers before swallowing harshly. "well?"
"well i'm charming?"
"according to who?" you bellowed out in laughter as he pouted. "you're a nerd, and there's nothing wrong with that," your hand rubbed on his knee as you gave him a pitiful smile.
"are you...giving me pity right now?"
"no? i'm comforting a friend," you said curtly.
"can i ask you something?"
you smiled expectantly, knowing that he was probably going to splutter out some fuckary. however, nothing could ever prepare you for what came out of his big mouth.
"what's a munch?"
your eyes widened in shock.
"is it a bad thing? everyone was asking if i was a munch, so i just said yes,"
"why the fuck would you say yes to something you don't know the meaning of?"
"well to be honest, it seemed like a good thing..." he put his head down as his face grew hot.
you weren't any better because now your palms were sweaty. "armin, aren't you like, a know-it-all?"
"oh please, i'm not that smart..."
"clearly," you couldn't help but pity the poor baby. and he didn't like that. he didn't like it when others looked down on him especially with pity.
"so, are you gonna tell me?"
"a munch is a man who loves to eat pussy, okay?"
"but i've never...done that before,"
"i can tell," you huffed out while he visibly blushed. "well now the whole school knows that you loves to eat pussy," you giggled loudly. you half expected armin to whine like he always does, but he stays silent. "oh come on, i'm just kidding, laugh a little,"
"so, being a munch sounds fun, i wanna try it out," he turns to face you.
"sorry? armin, are you fucking okay? you don't even know how to eat it,"
"how am i supposed to learn?"
and that's how you ended up with your legs held all the way up to your ears, with armin and his bob between your legs. his tongue piercing swirled on your clit. "you're...you're a fucking liar!" you squealed, as his mouth suckled on your clit. he moaned, completely ignoring you. unbeknownst to you, he was smirking as your syrupy slick dribbled down your ass crack. but that didn't stop him.
his tongue trailed all the way down to the winking hole, as his thumb rubbed your bud with ease. you were unbelievably wet as he tongue moved up towards your hole, squeezing it into your tight pussy. you pulled on his hair, bringing him impossibly closer to it, smothering him completely. each time, his tongue subtly stretching you out. he grunted and groaned, sending vibrations straight to your heart. that lying bastard. he's not fucking new to this shit.
you mewled, watching him remove himself from your cunt for a hot minute. "what's wrong? i'm just showing you what a munch is," he slyly grinned, his chin covered in nothing but slick and saliva. fuck, was he nasty, fingers never leaving your clit. your toes started throwing gang signs as tears formed in your eyes. before you could tell him to move his ass and finish his meal, he's already attaching his mouth in a suction motion onto your clit. you played with your nipple as your hips literally bucked up into his face, greedily trying hard to get more. more of that attention he was giving to the entirety of your sweet pussy.
honestly, you were mad you hadn't just sat on his face to shut him up sometimes. and trust me, you'd thought about it. the ball of his tongue piercing rolled continuously on your clit with speed, as you damn near closed your legs in overwhelming pleasure. this nerd was flicking your clit raw, but you loved every moment of it. "just like that," you whined, yanking his hair a little too harsh. if you had pulled it the right way, he might've just cum in his pants for the second time that night.
"mfphm, fuck armin!" you squealed a little too loud, that wretched piece of metal and his tongue making you cry tears of and pleasure. it seemed almost sadistic with the way he kept repeating the same motion that made your legs shake and quiver. "okay, armin, m'cummin!" and all those words did, was spur him on. watching as he attempted to push his face into your sticky cunt, your leg locked up, with your back arching steeply.
you came hard, but that didn't stop armin from flicking his tongue on your clit, over and over again. and the worst part? you couldn't get him to move away. "okay, i get it!" you moaned out, damn near screaming. he was lucky that your legs felt weak, or else he would've been crushed by your thighs, not that he would mind. "armin, i'm done!" you sobbed out, and the obscene sounds of him slurping and sucking on your pussy never stopped. your hand moved to place itself on his head and attempt to push him away.
a feeling arose in your tummy, something unfamiliar, and at the point you were crying hot tears. you even couldn't let out one coherent sentence before you came again. even harder than the first. you genuinely felt ethereal, ringing in your ears and seeing nothing but white. your heartbeat was in your ears as he finally removed himself after riding your orgasm out.
two slim fingers slowly slipped into your cunt. "you bastard,"
"hey, that's not anyway to talk to the guy that just gave you the orgasm of your life," he pouted, fingers curving upwards towards your g-spot as you moaned out loud. he swiftly pulled them out before slapping your cunt.
you sat up immediately, and gave him one harsh slap across his face. "you said you've never eaten pussy, what the hell was that?" you huffed out.
"thanks!"
"it wasn't a compliment,"
that sneaky bastard. of he knows how to eat it. but now you had to find out if he could lay it down. well, you actually didn't have to worry about that, cuz baby, despite cumming in his pants twice, he still had more in him.
He’s a faceless cam boy for sure, only neck down. He has one of those fleshlights that are small and it’s just thighs, pussy, and torso. There’s countless videos of him fucking it, rarely solo with just his hand. He’s pretty popular because he’s loud and he fucks the toy as if he’s actually fucking a girl. He’s a virgin but that thing has given him enough practice. He rubs its clit while he thrusts, when he’s close he would pause, pull out and finger it. His thumb always finds its clit when he’s close and he’s extra loud when cumming.
Imagine he meets Y/N one day on campus. You’re a new transfer, a friend of a friend, so you hang out with his friends sometimes. His first time seeing you he’s smitten. Eren and the other boys can tell because he’s always asking about you. His fans, though they don’t know who he is they can tell that his videos are 10 times more sensual and he’s cumming faster. He’s way more vocal (as if he wasn’t already) and he talks way more. Usually he pulls out of the toy like the gentleman he is but lately he finishes in it. Behind the camera he has to bite his tongue, otherwise he’ll be moaning your name like a prayer.
He whimpers so loud every video, the loudest he’ll ever be about you because he’s a shy nerd that only nods when you speak to him, scared that he’s gonna stumble over his words or worse, moan.
Imagine if Y/N is a viewer….he doesn’t know that though and she doesn’t know that he’s the camboy.
Guys I want someone to write this as a full blown fanfic so bad, 20 chapters MINIMUM. Bring back active Wattpad writers, or maybe someone on here will do it. Fuckkkk please someone pleaseee do it🙏🏾
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im thinking maybe a little football player ony, or boxer toji, gymrat konig...
It's one thing to say "its big boy season" buts its another thing for it to be year round, 24/7, in my brain rent free.
Maybe its the way the tattoos are spread across his chest, arms, and a small one on his neck. Your name is tatted right above his heart, and your kids name on his bicep.
He'd be doing some mundane tasks and accidently involuntarily flex, and you you feel you legs start to rub together. You have to physically turn around before you book a appointment with a certain someone.
He'll be in the in-home gym you guys have and mid set come strutting out to try and kiss all on you and rub his sweaty face on your shoulder. The wife beater sticking to him like a second skin, and his form outlined through it, gosh having another kid don't sound tew bad to you right now.
Lets not forget about when he finally takes his wifebeater off and you see the chub around his stomach and how much weight he's put on from his recent bulking. And he knows what he's doing to, he'll toss the wife beater somewhere on the floor and walk up towards you, cornering you between the counter behind you and him and smirk.
He'll lean forward and not breaking eye contact and place his hands on either side of you onto the counter. You crane your head up a bit and he's just staring at you like he's hungry. At that point he starts pressing into you and you fell his print rubbing against you crotch. You closed your eyes expecting a kiss only for him to brush his lips against your ear and chuckle. You open your eyes to see him grab the towel form behind you and lean back to dab his face before tossing it next to his short.
He laughs and flicks your forehead, "Well aren't you a needy one yeah?"
Sweet but Sour he is, always having something smart to say to edge you on further.
"Ignore that lil feeling in yuh gut, you know I treat chu good." Something he always says when he catches your mind pointing out all the red flags.
He'll laugh and flash you a smirk when you complain about how toxic he's acting, and respond with, "But you like it sweet and sour love."
BUT the way he'll bring home random gifts, or have dinner made after long tiring days of work for you. Or how he'll massage your feet and make you feel like your the only woman in the world.
And sometimes yes you'll succumb to it and believe maybe things changed, and your marriage has finally reached that point that your parents always talk about.
The he'll do something stupid, and that facade shatters and your returned back to the sour sweet love. It probably was because he forgot to the pay the light bill, or he used another thousand out your account to repair his stupid sports car.
But either way, he'll come back at the end of the day to you, with a dinner reservation already made and a gift bag filled with all your favorite things.
Its the small things he does, like the small chuckles at your corny jokes. Or the way he plays with his chain when he's frustrated. Or the way way he rubs the back of his neck when he's nervous.
Sometimes he'll come behind you and lean down to rub his face on your head and hug you. And if your playing the 90s rnb he loves sm, he pull you away from whatever your doing and dance with you until you laughing.
When your irritated and venting to him about your struggles, he'll stop everything and give you all his attention. And let me tell you, his honey brown eyes contrast to his dark skin get you all the time.
He gives you all the reassurance, respect, and takes accountability. If he ever hurts you, or even makes you tiniest bit of upset he's doing everything in his power to make it up to you. His eyes start to water up like a sad puppy and he's apologizing to you flowers in hand, and everything.
When you guys are cuddling and you call his name, he'll look up to you from you lap with those half lidded eyes smile, grillz on full display.
you know biker guys are something - i was omw to a job interview and he was driving beside me. Mind you my car is tinted so when so he couldnt see who was driving. We both pulled up to the same place and i stepped out the car and he took his helmet off let me tell you AND SMILED, yall im so akward, i stared and smiled back, let me tell you i caught BUTTERFLIES.
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loser!könig would fall asleep with his face buried in your pussy.
his breaths light and feathery as drool drips down from his lips, glistening from your juices, and mixing with your sticky arousal.
his massive paws that dug into the fat of your hips now loosen their bruising grip, limply laying on your skin. his grinding hips haltered their motions of humping against the couch cushions, now relaxed in the bliss of your pussy.
you're just so warm, schatz, how could you expect him to not be lulled to sleep by the drooling warmth of your cunt? you can't blame him, he's never eaten pussy before, he didn't know it'd be this blissful! your plush thighs acting as a pillow against his head, short chopped hair causing goosebumps to rise along your flesh.
his nose putting pressure on your clit, warm breaths inhaling your musky scent that kept him groaning and his hips twitching, even in unconsciousness.
your soft mewls that spewed from your lips were like a lullaby to him, further lulling him in a deep, peaceful rest. his tongue still lapped lazily at your slit, slurping and suckling up your sweet juices that dribbled down his chin, glistening under the dim lights.
he's a sleep talker too, mumbling words into your puffy folds as he nips at your clit, "mmm, smell so good, schatz...taste so sweet too, like honey..." his voice is rough with sleep, almost incoherent.
and he'd be out for the night, that is unless you pulled his face back from your soaked cunt, overstimulated and sensitive from the slow releases he drew out from you.
he'd groan, eyes fluttering open as he tugged you by your hips, stuffing his face and indulging once again into his pretty girl's cunt, mumbling about how you'll have to let him eat you out at every chance if this is what it's like every time. you'll let him because the big, awkward brute doesn't quite know how to handle rejection, probably how you ended up in this situation.
There being no lalaloopsy cc is shocking so I took the liberty of learning how to export these models. I'm going down the list so more dolls will be released soon. All of these are no more than 8k polygons. If there are any issues lmk🤍
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models extracted from Lalaloopsy 3d Land, I take no ownership of them
Don’t Forget To Lock Your Doors~ Plug!Jabber x Black Fem Read
!!CW!! This a fair warning now, some contents in this fic may not fit everyone’s liking!!
(stalker!jabber, cnc, gunplay, mentions of blood, spit play, cheating, manhandling, rough play, crazy loverboy! jabber, stalking, voyeurism, spanking, choking, throat fucking, missionary, backshots, biting, coercion, this is nasty asf)
Songs Playing: She-Tyler the Creator, Haunted by Beyoncé, Coming Down-The Weekend
When you see the ** hit play love
You know the saying “do it for three days to start a routine” or “do it three times so you don’t forget.” Even with these everyday sayings, no matter how many reminders you set, sticky notes you leave around and no amount of accountability friends can stop the brain from blocking out whatever it chooses.
Everyone has those days where you thought you did everything in your mundane routine to find out you left you keys at work, you left the stove on, you forgot to take the trash out, you forgot to lock your door.
You didn’t think nothing of it when you closed your front door, you even did the motion of locking it and thought you heard the click. You just continued on with your day, putting your keys on the hook and throwing your bag on the living room chair.
Even though you sat in an office all day under the draining fluorescent lights, making unnecessary small talk and staying cheerful all the time wore you out, especially since you made yourself important at work, there was no time to forget things.
Kicking off your shoes you headed straight to Willow the dog you shared from a past relationship, for kisses and scratches then to the bathroom to relief yourself from 30 minutes of traffic, taking your phone to check every app you could think of while preparing the shower. That meant the speaker, cutting the water on to the setting of hell and a big t-shirt and panties. You deserved to have the dirt of today burned off with 100 degree water.
Eren was upstairs knocked out and closed off from the world, he worked the night shift which meant he was sleep while you worked and you were sleep when we went in, so there’s was no after work kiss, no debrief on the couch none of that. All you got when you walked in was a loud cheese grater scrapping the walls as he snored and leftovers from last night’s solo meal.
He made up for it whenever he had a few days off, booking trips or throwing a band on you in the mall.
**
You shook your mind from the annoying thoughts, cutting on your speaker to the loudest it could go to drown out the construction noises upstairs, starting the shower with a loud “fwoosh” of the water rushing from the shower head.
You never completed your nightly routine without a mini, one night only, sold out performance, taking the time to admire your body and seeing if you were as flexible as your thoughts perceived you to be.
The next step? Tying up your long waist length braids into a bun, and securing it with your favorite bonnet-scarf combo. The thumps of the bass booming out of your speaker mixed in with your vocals, and the crazy acoustics, you were mindlessly going through your normal day.
You didn’t even hear him slip past your front door.
Clouds of steam rolled onto the big vanity styled mirror, fogging up some of your view like bubbles on boiling water telling you it’s ready.
You slipped off the rest of your work clothes, tossing them into a dirty laundry pile, shaking your ass in the mirror one more time before finally hopping into the piping hot shower, pulling the shower curtain shut to start the next routine.
A loud text comes through to your phone, muting your music tremendously almost hearing the man sneak into your living room but the music bounced back in so you told yourself
“The text can wait I just got in..”
A risky, yet calculated tactic to see who was in the shower, once his theory was confirmed he pushed forward while you did the same, not knowing there was someone waiting for you in the other room.
It didn’t stop there.
You didn’t forget to feed your baby Willow this morning, how could you when she’s in your ear at 7 in the morning barking up a storm? She’s always making noise whenever you came in.
You didn’t forget to get gas this morning or stopping by your favorite breakfast spot, you did the same thing yesterday and the day before that, nothing new.
So easy, so innocent, so…. predictable.
Taking your favorite soap you lather the suds onto your washrag, letting the hot water condense itself back into steam pouring out from the small crack underneath the door, singing the sinister lyrics as loud as you could.
From your arms, your chest, your stomach to your legs, you let your mind wander in the shower since it was the only time you and your body had a moment to be present, to be aware, alert, conscious enough to appreciate every detail but not enough to feel the sudden drop in the atmosphere as the man successfully made it to his first stop of the night.
It wasn’t long before the density of the condensed water droplets got to you, giving you the usual lightheaded feeling, leaning forward you cut the shower off listening to the intensity of the drain suck down the rest of the water in the shower, cutting the music down just a tad so you could see.
The mirror dripped in excess water leaving you to see a watery outline of your body, you walked to the door to open it just a little more to give yourself some air, taking a part of your towel to wipe down the mirror to start the next routine, skin and body care.
His favorite tv show.
You pat yourself on the face to bring you back into this realm, giving your wet face another glance in the giant mirror as the smoke rose out through the fan you cut on to speed up the process.
Illuminating pink orbs glimmer in the reflection of mirror showing through the cracked door, making your eyes blink erasing the image completely. You turned around quick to check if the steam was making you look crazy.
You were, looking around the empty room with a short chuckle to yourself.
“My paranoid ass, I need to go to bed..” You spoke to your self, holding the sides of your temples to give them a push and rub.
You just broke it off what a week ago? You blocked his number, ignored his burner phone calls and told him if he did anything stupid prison would be the last place to worry about. It was a stupid threat
Jabber wasn’t scared of going to jail.
“I’ll get ready in the room then..” You went on, grabbing the blue towel from the counter, wrapping your soaking wet body being air dried by the cool air from the room, you rubbed over your soft supple breasts, going over them twice then sliding down to that pudgy waist dragging the towel around to go over your smooth plump cheeks, hoping to lather your body with baby oil.
Grabbing the towel back towards the front of your body, you wrapped it around so you could squeeze it tight to fill out your body frame and tied it off in the front, bending over to pick up your clothes so you could lotion up on the bed.
There it was again
That same hot pink color flashing back at you, directly at you. You jerked forward to look again with a squint in your eye to see if it would disappear again.
It didn’t.
“The fuck?” You cursed harshly, stepping back but the pink orbs grew in size at a speed your brain couldn’t comprehend, you found your esophagus enclosed by tatted fingers and a familiar scent flooding into your mind.
“Gotchu..” His raspy voice whispered.
Your foot lunged out kicking him in the stomach, causing Jabber to let out a low grunt followed by a building chuckle, this only made his grip tighten around your throat. Your nails dug into his hand wriggling agaisnt the wall behind you, the useless towel dropping beneath you to pool at your still wet toes.
"J-Jabber you-!"
"Shh sh shhh mama, I'm here now. Ain't no way you just gon leave me for this wannabe ass nigga.." He muttered, his face being lit up by the bathroom light.
*whack*
You took your hand right across his face, throwing his guard off just enough to release the pressure around your neck, pushing his chest back hard.
"You really lost yo shit this time! How the fuck you get in my hous-"
He grabs at your arm hard swinging your naked body around towards the bed, his cheek just under his eye marked with a scratch from your acrylic, the scar slit open letting a bruised red color pour from his cheek and a horrifying smile plastered on face.
You throw your legs in a bicycle motion towards the crazed man wondering why your heart palpitated in your chest and inside of your core, you were confused as to how the hell he even got in and why the thought of him going through all of this just to get to you made your pussy clench.
You were about to have another reason to shower.
He caught one of your ankles in his cold ring covered hand, dragging you closer to his body, your other leg tried to lay another blow onto him but got caught up in the same trap as the first one.
"What's he got huh?" He growled, pulling your legs around his waist, leaning down to try and pin your arms back to your sheets. "You think-" he struggled, feeling how strong you resisted under his weight, laughing at your attempts to push him off.
He knew how much you truly wanted him to stay, he wouldn't have followed you home from work if you didn't!
"You think you can just- up and walk away from me?"
"You're fucking crazy Jabber!' You voice rose in volume enough for the walls to catch light of it. Your breaths picked up in speed from the high settling in as the adrenaline spiked throughout your system.
You leaned up to snatch a couple of locs with a semi-free hand, pulling with enough force if you had the intention you could've pulled them out of his scalp. His head jerks down as his voice cracks from the sudden sharp stinging feeling burned into his scalp, grinning up at you with those evil ass pink eyes.
"About yo ass i'll take it there, c'mere.."
Is he playing a sick game with you? If he was why were you playing along? Why didn't you stop him from palming himself while he watched you step out of the shower? Why didn't you stop him when he picked you up into the air like you were a mere feather in the wind?
Why didn't you push his lips away?
"N-nigga move.." You moaned, feeling his cold ring covered hands cupping at the slick skin of your ass, nipping at your neck. The music of your speaker continued to play in the back ground covering the soft noises of Jabber returning to that spot on your neck, you felt his razor sharp teeth push through the skin sending a burning sensation down your spine.
"Come move me..yo pretty ass thought you could get rid of me, how many times you let that nigga eat my nut out yo pussy?" He grumbled near your ear, sending that shiver down your body.
"J-Jay! Get out! Get off of me! Stop this silly ass shit!" You spat, pushing at his shoulders to get him to let you down.
"I ain't leaving shit!" He cursed back, tossing you onto the bed with a hard bounce, following you as you inched backwards until your cranium connected with your headboard, giving you no room to run.
"He is UP. STAIRS!"
"I don't give. a fuck." Jabber growled, lunging forward to smush his plump lips into yours, you push him by the neck squeezing with a large amout of force only to feel his hand creep over yours signaling you to go harder.
So you did.
You took your tongue and shoved it into his mouth trying to close the gap betwen your thumb and the rest of your fingers, playing tug of war on who was in control.
A soft whimper left his lips once he felt your sharp acrylics pinch the sides of his neck, the sharp heartbeat intensifying oh so deep between your damp thighs.
He bites down on your lip hard, listening to you whine from the pain, taking your free hand to lay another loose smack on his face, pulling him in with another yank to his locs. Your bedroom door was wide open and your ex was sprawled on top of you, fighting to get what he wanted and the battle was coming close to an end.
"Mmm! Fuck! Hit me again..Hit me y/n!" he cursed against your lips tasting the small bits of blood from your mouth going through with his command. You fought in your mind between pushing him away or embracing the thrill, the only thing on his mind was to be inside of you, to make his territory the right fucking way.
He pulled away violenlty to snatch off the black hoodie concealing that sexy ass gold chain dangling off his rich, brown tatted skin. You love the way his sleeve grew from his wrist all the way to his chest, your name being the biggest plastered on his right pec.
Jabber took his hand to grip you up by the back of your neck while his other pulled down his black sweats, letting his dick flop right in front of your face. He shoved your head down on his shaft with no warning, yanking it right back out so you could collect spit in your throat only to push back in, letting spit lines form on his tip.
*Gargle, Slurp*
"Thinkin shit sweet wit me.." Jabber muttered, repeating the process of shoving his long length down your throat, each time you took him deeper until you reached his happy trail showing prominently on his stomach. "Eat all that dick up since you think you grown!" He said through gritted teeth, picking up a steady rhythm.
There was no time to add your hand to the mix, your face turned into a sex hole made purely for his satifaction. You stuck your tongue out for more assitance to avoid the burning feeling stuck in the back of your throat, tears pooled in your eyes but you knew there was no one here to care for your sympathy.
This was your own wrongdoing.
"Uh uh! Wipe them fucking tears ma.." Jabber spat, pulling out of your mouth only to wipe off the running tears, licking the salty substance. You coughed hard sticking out your tongue to let the spit fall right off of it, Jabber took his length to tap it in the flithy mess, a dirty smile rising on his cheeks seeing you finally come to your senses.
"Heyyyy mama...." He grinned, going back in to fuck your face stupid. He had a tight grip on the back of your skull pulling you in just as much as he waas pumping. You could feel how easily he slid past your gag reflex fitting his dick in like a cocksleeve.
The way his voice scraped your ears with the perfect amount of rasp, whining in that tone you loved so much, you knew he was close by the way his cock twitched in your chest. You wrapped your lips around his girthy length humming a nasty vibration against his shaft, you moved your neck back to swirl circles around his tip hole, finally being greeted with the sweet and salty taste of his cum shooting on your lips.
"Ahhh fuck y/n!" His voice echoing on the walls, you could've sworn you heard Eren stop snoring 10 minutes ago. You hold onto his dick with one of your hands giving it a tight squeeze to try and get him to quiet down but he didn't give a fuck about his volume!
"Let that bitch hear you!" He said a bit louder, wrapping his fingers back around your throat to push you back into your now damp sheets. He had his other hand on his cock tapping that swollen tip on your clit, rubbing it side to side in it's sticky mess pouring out of that creamy hole.
The grasp on your neck tighten while his dick pushed forward pushing past that wall to get to that spongy spot hiding from him, he was sick of you hiding from him! He leaned down enough to where the gold chain dangled in your face while he pumped his fat dick inside of those pink and white walls.
"Ouuu fuck!" You cried out, feeling that nigga stretch you out to the max and he wasn't done, he still had a few more inches to go!
"Gon block me but I got you screamin like this.." He whispered, stroking at a painfully slow pace, the sounds of your skin slapping together with each thrust.
"N-No! No Jabber!" You whined to him, digging your nails into the forearm still holding onto your neck.
"Ion wanna hear that shit.." He grunts, picking up the pace once he looked down to see a filty ring of white painted on his length, that pussy opened up for him to dig deeper switching from your neck to pin down both of your arms.
The way your orgasm rose to the top of the mountain with not much effort you didn't know how much "fight" you had left in you. You missed the way his dick abused your walls, how good he felt being pressed against your body. His plan was working, he already had your pussy in the palm of his hand and your mind wasn't too far behind.
"Pleaseeee Daddy! Oh fuck me..mmhmmm give me that shit!" You grunt, bucking your hips up as his movements picked up speed. "Crazy ass b-breaking in to-my-"
"Don't leave yo door unlocked next time.." He said with a evil giggle, drilling into your sopping wet cunt like a filthy animal in heat. Those disgusting noises only grew louder due to your pussy squirting up a fountain, spraying his dick with your scent. You rubbed fast circles on your clit to push more out as the sounds of your juices dropping onto the bed made Jabber pound harder.
He popped his dick out for a split second only to plunge into you with a snap of his hips, causing you to scream out his name. You kept up with the nickname "ragdoll" he gave you all those months ago as he tossed you onto your stomach, pushing your back into a dramatic arch laying heavy smacks to your ass.
"Make that shit shake just how I like.." He laughed, spreading his fingers for another wide hard smack on your cheeks
"Baby! You good?" A voice called from upstairs, you heard his feet walk around and knew he was heading for the stairs
"Jabber you gotta go! Now!" You whispered, lifting your head up from throwing your ass around.
"I ain't gotta do nothin but handle my shit like I was doing!" He spat, pushing your head back down so he could line himself up with your soaking cunt.
The footsteps grew louder and Jabbers cock pushed further inside of you, back where it belonged. The creak in the steps make your clit perk up only adding to the sloppy thrusts Jabber laid into you. He let one of his hand slip in the pocket of his sweats, pushing his hips up while he watched your ass recoil on his tip.
Your hands latched onto the sheets so hard you almost felt your nail go through the material, it didn’t matter if your face was buried in your sheets, the whole damn block heard this nigga drilling in your stomach.
“Y/N WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS? ARE YOU SERIOUS?” You heard your boyfriend’s voice pierced through your ears and your heart drop out of your skin.
“She almost done sit right there.” Jabber spat, pulling a pretty silver piece of metal between him and Eren, his finger ready to go at any second, still…pounding into you.
“WHO IS-IS THIS..”
“J-Jabber…what are..Eren..” You moaned out, pushing your hips back further onto his throbbing length clamping your walls down on him as your eyes closed shut screaming Jabbers name.
“YO FUCKING EX? THE SAME-“
“Look at her…I said LOOK nigga.” Jabber laughs, taking his other free hand to hook his fingers around your neck forcing you to look back at Eren shirtless staring at you with a tent forming in his night pants.
He covered it with his hand, taking a step back from Jabbers toy he had pointed at his chest. Eren had mentioned a threesome plenty of times before but he was only down to do it you brought a friend along.
Some nights when you and him get drunk at the strip club you whisper in his ear which one was the prettiest, which one had the fattest ass.
The thought of having another man slip inside of you boiled his blood hotter than the room you all were in.
So why was he holding himself in his pants?
From how hard Jabber was rutting into you, you couldn’t keep the eye contact with Eren, was he just standing there..watching you? Your nipples perked with excitement while your brain cursed you for being such a slut.
You were enjoying every second.
“B-Baby..i…fuck..” You babbled trying to form any sentence to defend your self but what good was it? You weren’t gonna deny the dick Jabber was giving you in the moment, wasn’t melting your brain into a puddle.
“Nah don’t say nothin baby..I think she doing enough talking...” He grunts, feeling his balls tighten up on him he put his other hand on your back giving him some assistance to handle the ripples bouncing against his dick.
He let go of your neck, plopping your face back into the sheets as he became more sporadic. Lowering his hand down to focus on what he snuck over to do in the first place.
“Is this what you meant by “we even”? That lil joke you said back at Nico’s?” Eren uttered, holding to the growing heat he was doing a shit job at hiding.
You were only playing at Nicos—partially.
This was not the first time Jabber decided to sneak up on you, when y’all were together your job was like a third house to him. The work bathroom was almost his favorite place to get you, it was tied to with Erens house when he was sleeping.
Now he wanted that wall between you and him to crash seeing as he loved you too much to see anybody else with you! It was only right to claim you in from of him. His plan was nearly to completion!
“I-i’m sorr—oh shit..yes Jay!”
“Shut that shit up..” Jabber growled, both men listening to your cries, your pussy filling the silence sitting in the room. “Don’t worry lil nigga, you’ll get a turn, i’ll let you say goodbye..” He taunted the brown haired man, a slick smile crawling on his cheeks.
“Watch me make her say something different..” He muttered, trying to make it seem like he wasn’t biting his lip looking at how hazy your eyes were.
How your ass looked plopping up and down on Jays dick, the strain pulling on your voice trying merge his name with Jabbers, he was mad as fuck but so fucking hard at the same time.
“I’m finna cum again Jay..” You panted, angling your hand to rub your clit from under you. The sounds of your nails hitting together made Eren huff air through his nose.
It wasn’t long before hot thick webs decorated the inside of your silky walls, he bit his lip to hide his nasty groans, pulling out so Eren could see his girlfriends pussy covered in cum that wasn’t his own.
You were a cum filled mess, your hair fell out of your bonnet, your legs felt like rubber and your mind went its favorite place Jabber would always send it to.
La La Land.
“Ight nigga you can get out..lock the door when you do..”
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I must say, you all deserved this one and may i take full responsibility for the person you become after this and i can’t wait to see you all again if Miss Honey allows it.
Since you loved Plug!Tamsy so much I give you all Where Your Loyalty Lies! A new story that shall be updated I HOPEE once a week, I didn't disapper my loves!
Follow Y/n, a hard working girl just trying to make it on her own only to have her life intercepted by someone with a lifestyle she thought she left in the past. Tamsy, a fashion designer trying to keep his clientele in the store and the ones he sees late at night, he can only keep the balance for so long, can he handle the weight before Tamsy's old life bleeds into the new?
(no content warnings except for use of the n word, drug use mentioned)
Song: Loyalty-Kendrick Lamar ft Rihanna
Chapter 1: Tamsy
The colors of the city blur over the tinted windows of the dark blue BMW gliding past the busy streets, the bass of the music flooding the interior of the car as he keeps his eyes steady on the road, cutting a few glances at his phone flashing every couple of seconds.
It was a peaceful, yet busy night for Tamsy who had just gotten off of work, yawning to himself behind the wheel with his mind still turning gears, thinking of new designs for his clothing brand, they picked up in sales over the last month which meant more business for him and no time for himself.
The buzz of his phone kept pulling him in and out of the creative process he was trying to complete but he took it as a sign to ease his thinking and focus back on the road.
"Who's calling me this late?" He wondered to himself, stopping at a red light. This gave him the opportunity to check his phone, rolling his eyes in annoyance after he saw the contact name. The light turned green so he decided to deal with it later, he had a couple more stops to make before calling it a night.
Tamsy enjoyed riding around when there was no one else walking or patrolling through the streets, it cleared his mind after a hectic day at the store and he could clock in to his night job of dealing.
It helped pay some extra bills off on the side and his stuff was good enough to earn him a bit of a name around the neighborhood. He was word of mouth and that's how he preferred instead of posting his inventory on social media like his counterparts.
*ping*
Connie
Yoooo T, I need a huge favor, i aint in town im working with Eren tonite
I'm all out for the night..sorry bout that
Tamsy sent the text leaning back in the front seat sighing, looking over into the back seat at his bag full of weed. Some customers were a hassle to deal with, always trying to get a deal or spread his name around having random people call his phone and Connie was one of them.
damn, i was trying to hook my homegirl out, she usually get half from me but im outta town
where she stay?
He leaned up out of interest to cock his brow slightly, the usual suspects were his friend Jean or the hot head that lived across town.
y/n, she not too far from you I can send you her number. just stop by my spot to give her what I got, you can keep what she gives you.
no need. what's her number?
"I'm not going to his house.." Tamsy mumbled scrunching up his face, looking through the shiny ziploc bags covered with his original designs to see what he could give out for the night. He got the text with the girl's information and left it to marinate while he grabbed two bags, opening them both smoothly, transferring some nugs from one bag into the other, packing it to the brim.
It was a small gesture for newer customers so they wouldn't call his phone in two days saying they were running low,plus he felt bad that the girl was smoking bullshit so he felt like that was the right thing to do by hooking her up.
i preciate you, i'll hook you up next time i'm in town
Leaving the boy on read, Tamsy sent the location to his GPS, getting back into driving position on the way to the girl's house which was surprisingly not too far like Connie said. He drove right past an all night breakfast place where the line was wrapped around the block, the scent of freshly cooked waffles and bacon fueled his car and the growling stomach rumbling loud over his radio. He made a mental note to stop by to get something to eat.
The wheels crackled against the pavement of the girl's driveway with a couple of houses surrounding the block of the complex, her house was on the end with a light on showing that she was home. It was a decent neighborhood with a big playground illuminated by the moonlight, scattering shadows on the multicolored mulch.
outside.
Tamsy's face turned white from the bright phone screen being his only source of light, picking up a leftover blunt in his ashtray to light it with a strike of a match looking over to the screen door watching a thick figure walk up to the tinted window. Pressing the button with the tip of his finger, the window rolled down just enough to where his face could be seen.
"Y/n?" He asked, blowing smoke out of the car.
"Yeah, sorry for the late night call, I just got off work.." The warm voice poured in, adding to the sounds of the screaming cicadas and other nighttime animals near the woods he was parked by.
"Shit..."
She was a shorter woman with smooth dark skin, her eyes covered with eyeliner sharpened to the point, she had a bonnet hanging on her head while the rest of her full curls fell from underneath it. A small glint flung off of her charmed nails hanging by her thick hips swaying towards him.
He was starting to question her connections with Connie.
"You're good, you're ain't too far from my next stop." He said, pulling out the special ziploc bag from the backseat, dapping the girl up making sure he kept his hands away from the money in her hands.
"Connie not gon be in town for a while so this was what he had for you, I put some of my stuff in there to see if you like it.." He said softly, smiling with the blunt in his hand, putting his bag back in it's spot, placing the other hand on the gear shift.
She sucks her teeth signaling she probably knew what that meant.
“That’s fine, and take this please." She said softly, putting her hand through the window. “I don’t like owing anybody. I’m not tryna hear what Connie saying right now.”
"Connie don't speak for me, like I said you good. You got my number, call me if you need.." Tamsy said again, hitting play on his bluetooth so he could turn his neck around to back out of the driveway. He rolled up the windows to close himself into the hotbox, letting the bass vibrate the entire car.
The only thing on his mind was the breakfast spot he passed by earlier with the mermaid on the sign, he had one more stop to make before he indulged in soggy, syrup soaked waffles. Tamsy sped through the vacant traffic lights, watching them float under the ceiling of the car, pulling into a dirt road with a swift bump from the change of terrain.
He swayed with the vehicle until he reached a small house at the end, his front lights shining on the bricks underneath the house, pulling his bag out again for another customer.
*tap tap tap*
A brown skinned woman in a bright red custom made jacket with her name "Haven" in cursive on the back. Her nails were black, stiletto sharp tapping against her lowly lit phone screen, listening to the sound of the car window sliding down an inch, only showing his long blonde eyelashes through the smoky car.
"Hey T, he not in the house if you want to come in.." The voice spoke through the cracked window.
"I'm not on that tonight, it’s 100$” Tamsy repeated, his voice laced with annoyance while holding out the big bag.
“You charging me too? It’s like that?” The woman said, her jaw tightening as she tugged on the side of her hood, turning her face up.
“100$, Haven..”
“You can keep that lil weak shit, don’t even worry about it. I can’t believe you right now..” She spat, tapping her phone with her nails, texting someone. "You acting funny because of what happened? It was one time you knew what the- T? Tamsy-? Ta-?"
The blonde rolled up the window sucking his teeth at the dark blue haired woman's rants, pulling the gear into reverse so quickly he had to look twice to see if he put it into drive, either way the results would've left him satisfied. He started to think why in the hell did he come over here in the first place but he wanted to prove something and his hypothesis stood corrected.
He still hated her.
The next stop? Daija's Diner, open 24 hours.
Turning into the diner parking lot, the line still had a few people staggering around outside. The clubs were closed and the sun had just begun to open it's eyes to shine a sharp yellowish orange over the clouds, while the clock in the car flashed at 6:07 am. He couldn't be bothered with standing in the line just to get a seat so he called to have it picked up instead, he thought sitting down inside would help but after another customer pissed him off for the night he just wanted to go home.
*ping*
Tre
King needs you to drop off whatever you have left behind the store, i'll come by to pick it up.
He was one of Tamsy's biggest customers, only calling him once every couple of months to clean out his inventory or whatever was left after his route of regulars. The blonde haired man hadn'r heard from King in about 6 months which left his nerves uneven, he shuffled in his seat to look back at the half full bag wondering if that would be enough.
cool give me 20
"Tamsy? Full breakfast platter?" The muffled voice said outside of the window.
"Thank you.." He said softly, grabbing the big plastic bag from the woman's hand, slipping her 100$ to take care of the cost.
"I can't even eat this right now.." He mumbled to himself, tossing the food into the passenger seat, taking off out of the parking lot harshly leaving a small mark from his tires. He didn't have time to go back to his house to refill his supply so whatever he had is whatever he got, there shouldn't be a reason why he was so nervous to meet up with him.
The store building was about 20 minutes away from the diner, his openers haven't made it yet to start their shift so he pulled around back to leave the bookbag in a box next to the trashcan, the usual pickup point but today King and Tre were leaning on the hood of all blacked out suburban.
King was a tall man with broad shoulders wearing an all black fit consisting of black slacks, a tight black belt with a shiny silver crown belt buckle and a fitted black tee. He always had Tre around as his right hand, the one who does his dirty work and the only person he didn't kill when he left the gang life to pursue something better-owning properties like the sole building Tamsy was dealing and making clothes out of.
The car shut off with a turn of his keys, grabbing the bag from the backseat still with little pricks of anxiety pumping through his veins, he got out to dap up King and Tre, tossing the back to him while he did a pat down to see how full it was.
"He good.." Tre spoke, throwing the bag to the huge man who kept his eyes on the blonde.
"How have you been Tamsy? I haven't heard any updates on the store or from you personally." King asked, pulling out a huge money clip of cash, counting to a random number then placing the thick stack of bills into Tamsy's hand.
"It's hard to get in contact with you, we both have low profiles to keep."
"I give you that, I heard you were thinking about expanding to bigger places. Are you thinking about buying another building from me to keep that plant business together?" He joked, opening his car door to put the bag under the front seat.
"I think the building I have now is just fine, where did you hear that?"
"I got ears everywhere I even heard about that ordeal with Connie, what drove you two apart?"
"He's not somebody I associate with anymore that's all, he moves differently so I want it to stay that way..are you here to question me or are we done here?" He spoke with a puzzled look, wondering why they were having small talk instead of the quick one-two interaction.
"Just wanted to see where your head was at, we went ghost for a little while." King smiled, signaling Tre to start the truck to go on about their lives. "I'll be around more often, Haven's got me running around doing wedding shit so i'll hit you back.." King chuckled to himself, hopping back into the suburban while Tre backed out of the alley way leaving Tamsy alone with a shit ton of money and his thoughts tangled up.
How can he know Haven didn't tell him?
Y/N
The bag spoke before you could open its contents, definitely proving that whatever he gave you wasn't Connie's, which you weren't expecting but grateful that you didn't have to smoke 2 blunts to feel something. You kept the boy's name on repeat in your mind, images of his eyes flashing back in your head like reruns on cable tv, you felt like you've seen him before but nobody in town looked like that, especially someone with that hair color. No matter the thoughts, you had what you needed and finally started your 'night' routine at 3 something in the morning.
You cut your speaker on to connect your phone to the blue tooth, walking towards your closet to pull out your smoke box to refill your jar and have enough left out to roll a thick back wood. Grabbing your shower materials, you heard your phone go off with a message which you were expecting from Connie asking about Tamsy's stuff but instead it was Daija with the daily report of what happened at the restaurant. You'd think a 24 hour diner would have no problems but after 2 am is when the real show begins, once all the clubs let out.
"Hey Siri, call D!" You called out to your phone, placing your rolling tray onto your lap, breaking down the nugs.
"..calling Dickhead.."
"No! Shit-" You cursed, picking up your phone to stop it from calling Connie back, you let out a sharp breath when it clicked straight to voicemail, manually calling Daija for tonight's debrief.
"I just left.." You answered, propping your phone to continue to roll.
“We’re slammed! Sasha came through about 10 minutes ago so I don’t need you rushing back, but it’s only Thursday! I wanted to see if you were resting..”
You lit the blunt with a lighter, dragging it back and forth to dry the wet parts, putting an end to your lips to inhale the thick yellow smoke emitting into the air.
“I consider this resting..oh shit..” You coughed, holding your chest to get it all out but each one burned more than the last.
“That’s relaxing to you?” Daija groaned, putting her hand and elbow on the desk listening to the kitchen yell out orders, clashing pots and pans zooming you back into the kitchen through the phone. You turned your volume down to separate your peace.
“It’s the only way to calm my nerves down after a night like tonight, on a good note I listened to what you said, my slots are booked this week finally!”
“Every slot? I told you promoting your hair business at the diner would help!”
“I think i’m still 5,000$ away from the down payment so all i really need is a few more months..”
“Then you’re leaving me?”
“You’re always welcome in my chair! Don’t do that!”
“I’m just teasing, I'm glad you’re back on your feet after everything went down..” Daija spoke, shifting her eyes down.
“I’m straight! It was nothing you know me..this new shit definitely hit better then what i usually get.” You said, turning around to ash the blunt, unclenching your jaw.
“I might have to try it with you when I take off from here if you’re still up. I’m hearing yelling up front so i gotta go.”
“Please promise to call me if it gets crazy, you know I'm here for you.”
“You promise to do the same?”
“I can’t guaranteeeeee that the phones will work if i do call it’s-“
“Exactly, i’ll see you next weekend..”
The phone line cuts out letting the music play back on the speakers only to leave you in your thoughts. Daija opened the diner about 2 years ago once the two of you graduated college with the same major, business. You met her on campus with her being your sophomore year roommate, you were on your third major change and any hopes of graduating looked bleak considering you didn't know what you wanted to do with your life. Asking around for advice made it seem like you were weak, like this is stuff you were supposed to have figured out. The thought of dropping out and having to go back to your mother's face with all the tuition money blown and nothing to show for it burdened you, knowing they would rub your sibling's success in your face.
"Do you want to work for somebody for the rest of your life or work for yourself?" Daija asked, sitting on her bed across the room from you.
"I don't want to work!"
"Then you settle..if you don't want to change..you're settling for this life. Are you satisfied?"
"I don't want to seem like I'm copying you! I went from Psychology, Criminal Justice, NURSING?"
"I'm going into business so I can open up my own spot! I already have the certifications due to my mom, I just want to own it! What do you want with your name on it? You act like you can't do both..what do YOU want?"
Her voice echoed in your head repeating the sentence like a mantra hoping that the message would stick into your scalp and it did. 2 and half years later you had the plans to get your own building and start pushing towards your own salon. It was a talent you picked up as early as two, braiding and playing in your baby doll's hair, hooking your friends up before football games, state competitions, field trips, back to school, prom you always had a way to bring money in your pocket. The question was is this the path you wanted to choose?
Your heart grew attached to the fast paced environment of the restaurant and the fast money from the tips and big hosting parties they would have. When Daija reached out to you for a job there you took the position in a heartbeat using the money to pay off your Comestology loans and the apartment you were currently sitting in. What was so hard about the switch?
Shaking your head out of your thoughts, you blinked back into reality to finish your routine so you could do what Daija intended: Relax and prep yourself for the busy morning scheduled ahead, the first slot booked was floor length boho, you winced from the imaginary feeling of your fingers cramping. You went over to your booking site to see the girl's name and what you had to do for the entire service.
"okay...Haven...wig takedown..wash..alright.." You sighed, this is what you signed up for. You were excited for your first client that you didn't have an already known connection with and it was one step closer to where you finally wanted to be. You made up your mind, the end of the road was not far ahead, you just had to stay to yourself, keep your paper pretty and stay out of the way.
8:57 am- Y/n’s House
If you timed everything right you should be able to sleep after 5..maybe 3 if the other girl cancels which you knew she wasn't, you knew her too well for her to flake on you like that. You showered and washed away all the grease, eggs and bacon smell off of your body and threw on some pajama pants and a throwaway shirt, walking into the living room where everything was set up. The hair was presectioned, you had your sink ready all you needed was the body.
*knock knock knock*
"Hey, it's nice to meet you! I'm Y/n." You greeted the girl, watching her give you a shy wave back.
"So she's just as nervous as me.." You thought to yourself to reassure your nerves.
"I'm Haven, I hope I'm not late one of my boys hooked this up for me."
"Oh no girl, you're right on time. If you don't mind take off your shoes, get comfortable, you're gonna be here for a minute." You said with a giggle in your throat.
"Yeah fasho, I saw your pics on Insta and told my boyfriend to hook me up! Your prices are crazy for what you can do!"
"I'm just starting out! I got my license but I wanna do my own thing and get me a salon so I'm trapping out my house right now." You chuckled, motioning her to sit in the seat so you could start the take down. She removed the wig she had on previously so she still had some residue on her head and scalp, the wash would clear her right up.
"That's wassup, I'll be the first slot on the books! And please don't mind my scalp it's been a month or two since my last hairstyle cuz I've stresssedddd." She enuciated, you cocked your brow from the suddden openess she was showing but then again you were playing and scratching the good parts in her head, she felt like she was at home just like you wanted.
"What's got your scalp like this? I'm not one to be in any bodies business so i'll take the shorter version." You asked with a geniune tone, another perk of being a hairdresser, staying up to date on what's happening.
"To put it like this, I fucked up.." She laughed, folding her tongue over her teeth, like she was happy with what she did.
"Fucked up how?"
"Okay so do you know Kingston? Ex leader of the Kobras? Crazy guy that killed his entire gang and somehow only got off with simple probation because the witness showed up missing?"
"No but now i'm concered for you! How fucked up is fucked up?"
"I met him at this kickback I went to a couple years back, he said he liked my vibe and we ended up fucking in a random room and ever since then he's been calling me his "lady" and I wasn't on that with him, you know? I was trying to get back at Connie from Paradis Heights?"
"I don't know him either..I'm the type to keep to myself. I work at Daija's so I don't even have time to mess with them niggas out there." you continued, dragging the comb through the braid to released it from its tighten form. Hearing his name made your heart jump through your chest, changing your breathing.
"I knew I liked you, but anyways yeah, I was messing around with King for a bit then shit got serious. He proposed to me girl.."
"In front of people?? How long was yall messing around?"
"6-7 months? I've only been with Connie for about 2 and half three years? When I found out Connie didn't really give a fuck about what I was doing I stopped hitting him up for weed, I started using who King goes to annd well..."
"I'm learning you have a type.."
"You telling me a man holding thousands in his pocket with good weed and bomb dick isn't your type?"
"I can't say it ain't and I can't say it is..I'm trying to change my waysss.." You playfully whined, listening to her laugh at your antics.
You had 5 hours left of this appointment and you had to play your part or she find out who you were..the reason Connie stopped giving a fuck about her.
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