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suguubby off the clock with him βοΈ morning cuddles are the best.β¨
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g.satoru: wait, is that NANAMI?? who broke him??
shoko.i: let the man live satoru. heβs actually smiling for once in his 40 years of existence.
k.nanami: @g.satoru back to work, satoru.
to the world, Nanami was an unyeilding wall of professionalism - stoic, strict, and perpetually exhausted. but when he walked through the door of his home, he was someone unrecognizable.
you felt his largem warm hand smooth over your hip, pulling you flush against his chest before you could even sit up in bed.
"five more minutes" he murmured into the crook if your neck, his morning voice deep and rough with sleep. you let out a soft laugh, turning in his arms to face him. "since when does the punctual nanami kento ask for five more minutes?" nanami opened one eye, his expression softening as he looked down at you.
"overtime can wait"
He cupped the back of your head, drawing you in to press a lingering, soft kiss to your head before settling his weight against you again. The same hands that handled high-stakes corporate stress and heavy responsibilities all week were now gently thumbing small, lazy circles against the small of your back, utterly content to let the rest of the world wait outside the front door as long as he got to keep you right here.
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Here for the Black girls with no ass
Here for the Black girls with curves
Here for the Black girls with no curves
Here for the Black girls with long hair
Here for the Black girls with short/no hair
Here for the Black girls with natural hair
Here for the Black girls with weave/relaxers
Here for the Black girls with clear skin
Here for the Black girls with acne/stretch marks/scars
Here for the Black girls with dark eyes
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Here for the Black girls that are all Black
Here for the Black girls who are half/quarter
Here for the Black girls who are ghetto
Here for the Black girls who are nerdy
Here for the Black girls who are high-maintenance
Here for the Black girls who be chillin
Here for the Black girls who are stoners
Here for the Black girls who hold Bibles
Here for the Black girls who are sexual
Here for the Black girls who are asexual
Here for the Black girls who are saving themselves
Here for the Black girls who have casual sex
Here for the Black girls in crop tops and daisy dukes
Here for the Black girls with skirts to the ground
Iβm here for Black girls
Iβll always be here for Black girls
Because we are worth it.
tokyogossip: π¨ Suguru Geto, CEO of Geto Enterprises, just followed his first and ONLY account. The timeline is in shambles. π¨
user992: 1 MILLION FOLLOWERS AND HE ONLY FOLLOWS HER??? I AM SCREAMING IN MY APARTMENT
jjk.updates: wait, did they meet?? do they know each other?? IM SO CONFUSED AND JEALOUS
shoko.ieiri: I step out of the boardroom for five minutes and the PR team is having a meltdown.
getosimp: literally crying throwing up sliding down the wall. she won at life.
the glare of the sun on your phone made it hard to read the notifications at first. you squinted behind your sunglasses, adjusting your grip on your iced matcha as a steady stream of likes rolled in on your latest post.
it was normal, expected. your engagement peaked on beach days. but then your phone completely froze. the screen stuttered, overwhelmed by a sudden, violent influx of tags, comments, and new followers.
tokyogossip mentioned you in a comment.
jjk.updates mentioned you in a comment.
you frowned, tapping the activity tab. right at the top, sitting pretty next to a verified checkmark, was a single notification that made your stomach drop into the sand.
suguru.g started following you.
you blinked once. twice. you clicked on the profile, half-expecting it to be a fan account with a really convincing layout. it wasn't. Suguru Geto. the man who lived on the cover of forbes and gq. the man whose company owned half of the high rises in tokyo. your thumb hoverd over his profile stats. your breath hitching in your throat.
1M followers. 1 following.
and that 1 was you.
you stared at the screen as your phone continued to vibrate again and again. the comments on your post was doubling every ten seconds, fans and gossip pages losing their minds over a man who hadn't left a comment, he didn't have to because the follow was loud enough.
you locked your phone and set it face down on your towel. letting the internet burn for a few hours. if suguru wanted your attention, he was going to have to wait just like everyone else.
you put your phone down on the towel and leaned back against the plush cabana pillow. you adjusted your oversized sunglasses, taking a long sip of your iced matcha. you look out onto the beach, the beach was crwoded today, the late afternoon sun casting that perfect golden hour glow over the water.
it didn't take long for the real world to catch up to the digital one.
"excuse me?"
a soft voice pulled you from your thoughts. you lowered your sunglasses to see two girls standing at the edge of the rented cabana, looking a mix of nervous and completely starstruck. one of them was clutching her phone to her chest.
"we follow you on insta," one blurted out, her cheeks flushed pink. "we love your page so much, could we....get a picture?" you flashd them your signature , camera-ready smile "of course you can. come here." you sat up, adjusting the cover up to make sure your curves were just right, easily guiding the girl on how to hold the camera to get the absolute best lighting. click. click.
"thank you so much!" they gushed, reviewing the photos like they held gold. you couldn't help but wonder whether they had already seen the notification that was currently tearing your comment section apart. you glanced down at your phone, the screen still lighting up with notifications against the towel. you let out a soft breath before slipping your sunglasses back over your eyes.
let them wait. you were enjoying your beach day.
the sun had long since dipped below the horizon by the time you finally gave in. you were fresh out the shower, wrapped in a heay silk robe, the scent of vanilla and coconut filled your apartment. your phone was resting face down on the vanity, vibrating so consistently that you had to put it on 'do not disturb" just hear yourself think. you drop onto the edge of your mattress, you picked it up and unlocked the screen. the numbers at the top of your profile made you pause.
your follower count had jumped by 50,000. your dms were unusable, and your comments were a blur of all-caps panic, and pure speculation. you ignored all of it, clicking on his profile one last time. 1M followers. 1 following. he hadn't followed anyone else. a slow, knwoing smile pulled at the corners of your lips. you let your thumb hover over his page for just a second longer before you finally tapped the blue button.
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"the internet broke the day he followed her. it completely shattered the day she followed him back."
β³ the context: suguru geto is tokyoβs most elusive, untouchable billionaire ceo with one million followers and a notoriously empty following list. you are a high-profile influencer who just posted a beach photo. the timeline wasn't ready for what happened next.
β³ the dynamic: ceo!suguru x black!influencer!reader
β³ the tags: social media au, he falls first (and harder), obsessive/spoiling behavior, public relationship, slow-burn tension, pure fluff.
π THE MEDIA KIT
[ part one: the notification ] π₯₯ in which you post a beach dump, and the timeline goes up in flames.
it had been about two weeks since you gained an unexpected roommate. and that roommate happened to be gojo. and let's just say gojo really liked moving your things. one day after a long day of work, you come home to your apartment, announcing yourself as you walk in, and hear something fall in the kitchen.
"gojo, that better not be my good plates"
silence. you knew he was doing something. you walk into the kitchen and find him standing there, trying to hide the plate that fell on the floor.
"You know I can...see through you right?"
he just smiles apologetically
"yeah. time for some ground rules"
"he looks slightly offended. "rules? for me?"
"yes rules for you." you walk into the kitchen and grab the broom before starting to clean up the plate. "rule one: stop moving my stuff". "its called relocating" . you just look at him. "rule two: don't go through my phone" (he has countless selfies)
βrule three: stay outta my bedroom". gojo clutches his chest like you physically hurt him.
So I can't even visit?"
"No."
"Wow."
"You're a ghost, Gojo. You don't need to visit."
"this feels very anti-ghost"
"you'll survive."
he pauses. smiling sheepishly, "actually i wont"
you just stared at him in shock but at the same time you expected it.
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fucccccck nonny bae i wish. i got bad acid reflux so unless im high out of my minddddd, i cannot throat goat or ill get stomach acid all in toji's peepee hole. :(
anon in my inbox said fanfic writers who wrote about dark and taboo topics were not βreal writersβ because of what they wrote about.
reblog if you believe anon is wrong and writers are writers, no matter what they write about. no matter how they portray these taboo topics.
reblog if you believe art can be about topics that are controversial, taboo or outright disturbing, and artists who create controversial, taboo or outright disturbing art are as valid as artists who create art of conservative values.
conceirge!gojo trying to impress you, but you are unbothered. gojo is extremely good at his job, remembering guests' names, making reservations for guest that would otherwise be impossible to get, even remembering their drinks when they order room service. so when you walked in he figured he would carry on his routine as normal. "welcome, can i get you anything?" he says with that winning smile. "a room would be nice" you say flatly. tired from the plane ride, all you want to do is sleep.
of course, that makes him start laying on the charm heavy, asking about dinner reservations, drinks, anything to charm you, but you're not easily impressed
"do you flirt with all the guests?"
"only the pretty ones"
"so...yes"
that absolutely wrecks him. for the next week, gojo finds every excuse he can think of to be around you once more. need directions to the bookstore? he walks you personally. tv stopped working in your room? he's there.
friendly ghost!gojo lives in the antique mirror you bought for $5 at a yard sale. you bought it because the frame was beautiful. so when you started noticing things around your apartment being moved. you didn't think anything of it initially. you thought maybe it was you misplacing things with all the stress of work recently that was until one night around 2am, you get up in the middle of the night and you walked past the mirror and see a tall, white-haired man in the reflection as you were about to walk out of your room.
"you blink your eyes a few times, hoping youre dreaming but youre not. you look back at the mirror and he's standing there smiling and waving at you."
"oh. hell no.", you grab your coat and throw it over the mirror. when you hear a faint voice "that was rude." you freeze, stepping back in front of the mirror before removing the jacket and he's still standing there. "are you real?" , "of course silly."
after that night, gojo becomes a fixture in your life that you never quite asked for. so much so that he's very annoying. one day after you get out the shower, you see him casually wandering around the apartment.
"you know you can't just be wandering around my apartment"
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The lounge is currently undergoing a little refresh.
Iβm updating the shelves, reorganizing the menu, and making sure every door leads exactly where it should. Some links may be temporarily unavailable while I finish polishing the space.
Thank you for your patience, guests. Your favorite pours will still be waiting when the doors reopen. π₯
update// housekeeping is complete! menu has been refreshed, and shelves have been stocked. if you notice a missing door, or a link that isn't pouring right please let the bartender know.
find your seat, place your order, and enjoy your stay.
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