#city.writes

Deku who likes to use your slang but uses it completely wrong yk like yt ppl he’ll say something like “Babe im raw dogging this food that you made.” You side eye him before you even open your mouth. “Ku that don’t mean what you think it means.” He looks at you with the biggest puppy eyes ever, tilting his head. “Wdym I thought that was good. I heard you and Mina say that the other day on the phone?” You wanna face palm so bad. “No baby.” You look off to the side trying to hold in your explicitly hard eye roll. “That was bout something else Zu. Do you be listening in on all my calls?” He blushes. “Only when I hear funny words because I like how you say them…your accent is cute.” You look at him. ‘Not a thought behind those eyes. I’m gonna ruin this mans whole career.’ You walk over to him placing a hand on his shoulder gently rubbing it. “Wanna know what rawdogging means tho Ku?” You bend over slightly and whispered in his ear watching his face turn a crimson red as he almost falls off the chair. “O-oh t-that’s not w-what I meant!” You laugh patting his shoulder playfully. “That’s what you get. Stay outta black folks business.” You wait for him to calm down until you thought to tease him again. “Hey Izu~ you can raw dog me.” It’s was like you can see his face visibly explode. “Y-y/n!!” You laugh at his reaction he whines at your mockery. “Just kidding… maybe~”

{ 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 — 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖼𝗈𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍, 𝗍𝖾𝖼𝗁𝗇𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌, 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗋𝗒, 𝗌𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀. }

ushijima who works in the same company as you so when the company brings up a vacation trip for the workers and their families, and your favorite cousin is busy and your family has other stuff to do, you notice that our poor ushi also doesn’t have any family with him, and he’s all alone and you only wanted to go for the free food, room and board so you thought why not get a cute friend out of it?

it ends with ushi fucking you within an inch of your life. an extremely large hand covers your mouth to hide the loud high pitched sounds from your hotel neighbor, as your back is pressed against the slightly thin wall thick brown legs over his shoulders, his other hand holds your waist steady, your tummy bunching up showing off your rolls as the former athlete’s cock plunges in and out of your creamy wet cunt that had ushi in a chokehold.

dark brown tits jumping with every thrust as you continue to squeal behind his rough hand, he leans his head to your ear, dark olive-brown tresses tickling your forehead as he whispers to you. "cmon you said you wanted to be friends.. friends listen to each other.. friends do what the other friend tells them.." he kisses your cheek just above his hand before trailing his soft lips back to your ear against the shell. "so why. the hell. are you. still. making. noise?"

with every hard thrust his tip kissed your pelvis continuously rubbing against your spot making your eyes roll back, legs shaking on top of his shoulders and a flood spurt from your brown pussy he groans deeply, keep his pace. "ohhh fuuck aghh.." when your eyes are finally present from the back of your head he looks into them with a salacious grin. "we should’ve became friends sooner."

Shoto who’s face flushes pink and left side emits a blazing fire when you ask him to suck his dick and you think he’ll stutter out ‘No’s’ and ‘You don’t have to do that’ but he agrees immediately with no hesitation.

You’re on your knees in front of him as he’s sat on your shared bed, arms behind him as he leans back, his face a pretty peach as he spreads his legs wider to give you space.

Your hands trail up his thighs caressing his abs then back down as you lightly held his dick and kissed on his tip, he bit his lip watching a gob of spit drop from you tongue onto him.

He groans as your hand grip his balls the heavy hot skin making you feel intoxicated, your other hand wrapped around his dick spreading your spit, you began to twist your hand and fondle his balls.

“Fuck (y/n)” His eyes rolled as you trace his tip across your lips, kissing the bead of pre cum found on his slit as you lick it up. One of his hands glided to your neck forcing your head down, loving the sound of hearing you gag, he began to slowly roll his hips thrusting his dick down your throat pushing your nose against his strawberry honey scented split pubic hair.

“F-fuck (y/n) sucking me up soo good” your throat squeezed around him as you stuck your tongue out licking over his balls, your drool making a mess on his inner thighs sliding towards his taint before you pulled off of him.

“Yea Sho~ you like how I suck your dick baby?” He threw his head back a loud moan escaping his lips. “Ooh s-shit fuck yes. (Y/n) baby i love it love it sooo much ugh. Your lips feel so fuckin good around my damn dick.” You smile as you pressed his dick on your face kissing from the bottom of his shaft to his tip.

“Sho~ look at me please~” You pout before a smirk forming on your face as you pounced, suckling at the tip now using both hands to twist around him, his head shot up inhaling a sharp gasp that turned into a whimper.

“Ohh (y/n)~ fuck fuck ffuuck~” he raked his hair back looking into your eyes “(y/n) please let me fuck your face please please please~” You felt an uncomfortable amount of heat pooling in your underwear as you tried to rub your thighs together for some friction. You place your hands in your lap licking his slit placing a kiss on it once again sighing with a smile.

“You’re so pretty Sho… of course you can just don’t mess up my hair.” He panted, both his hands were placed around the base of your neck as he plunged himself in your throat, you could feel the tip of his mushroom head pass your tonsil as a whined “Fuckk~” slipped past his lips his eyes rolled at the sounds of you glucking on his dick, eyes now focusing on yours watching the tears well up in them.

“H-holy fuck, f-fuck your hair I-I’ll get it fixed and I’ll fu-fuck it up again. Oooh shit” tears ran down your brown cheeks as your doe eyes stared into his bicolored ones. “Swallow it all~ C-can you? You look so beau-tiful I know you can t-take it all.” His hips stutters and a high pitched moan fell from his plump lips, syrupy cum flowed into your esophagus as you gulp as much as you can, feeling some heat and frost on your head, some cum managed to escape the corners of your mouth and he pulls out and away with a soft groan.

“Ugghh~ shit” You cleared your throat, coughing, so your voice wouldn’t be as hoarse. “Thank Sho~ for letting me suck your dick.” He leaned back resting his eyes as you followed leaning forward cleaning the glaze of cum and spit off Shotos dick.

He opened his eyes letting out an exhausted, overstimulated hum, wrapping his hand around your neck kissing you deeply his tongue invading your mouth tasting himself as you crawled onto his lap. He pulled away, a string of saliva connecting you both, a quick peck to end it.

“No my love.. thank you” He put pressure on your neck again. “Now how about I return the favor?”

Dad! Eren who very much loves his children and loves to spoil and help them for even the simplest of things.

Imagine your daughter being a girls scout. Eren’s buying her uniform, buying all the cookies from her roster, and even supervising the little trips that the girls go on to cheer for her.

“That’s my baby! You better build that birdhouse!” You could see the other parents mugging him for yelling but with the smile on your daughters face he couldn’t give less than a fuck (they just mad they kids suck). “My baby flower crown look better than all y’all’s!”

Also imagine your son playing basketball Eren’s buying the uniform,going to practice and helping the coach, critiquing his form, and telling him different plays to help him shoot. And best believe when he goes to every home and away game and sits near the coach’s bench, he’s yelling at the top of his lungs when your son gets a foul. And bet not let him catch one of the away players tryna hit your son on the sly.

“Ayee foul him ref!” The ref blows his whistle giving the other boy a warning but he does it again and it pisses Eren and your son tf off. Your son goes to push the boy back but gets a red flag, the ref benching him, causing Eren to get hot stand up and shout. “Yo I’ll blow all this shit up right now if my son don’t get off the bench. You know that shit was a foul ref! He defended himself!”

Your son would’ve been embarrassed too, if he wasn’t just as mad. That boy definitely got his daddy temper but just know they fixed that, they didn’t want no problems.

Or your kid being a cheerleader and having Eren practice the routine with them. Eren lets them get in his face as if he was the rival team and smiles when your baby gives him attitude stomping their feet and clapping their hands reciting the chant.

“You got it! You got it!” He’ll give them pointers pausing them in their steps. “Right right right… but roll your neck and mug the other team. Like y’all getting ready to duke it out. You know? Gimme some attitude.”

At the games he’ll cheer and shout for and your kid and if y’all seen that vid one twitter with the dad/brother doing the same cheer in the stands as the cheerleaders yeaaa that’s Eren.

And maybe your child not with all that school spirit rah rah shit but, it’s a prize that they want and even though they know Dad! Eren can get that prize with the snap of his fingers they just want to do something on their own. So they sign up to sell those school chocolates.

They get home with the box of chocolates and like four people brought one, and it’s kinda to be expected cuz there are so many people in the school selling. Eren sees the box in his kids hand.

“How much you need bubs?” Your kid scoffed lightly. “Dad you can’t just give me money. It’s for school stuff.” He laughed and snatched the box from their hands. “Who said I was just giving you money kid? I’m buying your chocolates.” He takes the couple of dollars from out the box and gives it to your kid along with $300.

“Boom! You just learned the business of supply and demand. So you can give that to your school and just bring chocolates home to eat.” He scurries off but not before opening a wrapper and popping a square of chocolate in his mouth sliding the box under his arm. Your kid well mostly Eren continues to buy the chocolates until he gets the email that your kid won the competition.

So your kid won first place, got the prize, and an extra $500 in their pocket. We love Dad! Eren.

𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗏𝖾

❥𝗌𝗇𝗂𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗍 : 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗌 (𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍)

{ 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 — 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖼𝗈𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝗉𝗐𝗉, 𝗃𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗇, 𝖺𝖺𝗏𝖾, 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗃𝗈𝖻, 𝖽𝗈𝗀𝗀𝗒 𝗌𝗍𝗒𝗅𝖾, 𝖼𝖾𝗋𝗏𝗂𝗑 𝗁𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀. }

   "Alright y'all this is a practice match no need to waste energy recklessly. Atsumu if you keep arguing you'll be warming the bench." You sigh walking over to Karasuno's managers.

    You introduced yourself. "Hey I'm (y/n), the manager." The brunette smiled slightly. "Hello I'm Kiyoko and this is Yachi." The smaller girl waved, you returned the gesture. "Having to handle a team of rowdy teenage boys is tough; that's why I got myself an assistant."

   You sigh dramatically. "Yeah but I couldn't do that to someone else." You both laugh as she takes in your appearance. "I like your outfit." You thank her, it wasn't nothing much just a white tank and some gray biker shorts.

   You expected to be moving around a lot, critiquing the boys and helping them get the balls; and no offense to the pretty girl but it was too hot to be wearing a damn tracksuit. You excused yourself heading almost across the court to get some water from the sports cooler.

   "I'm Daichi, the captain." A voice interrupts your sip holding a hand out. You shook his hand, the firmness of his grip had you thinking of other things as you stared at it. "I'm (y/n), the manager of Inarizaki." You look up catching him smile.

   "Ah I don't recall seeing you at the tournament; I think I'd remember a pretty face like yours." His smile so smooth and voice so deep you almost forgot you were 'working.' You giggled playing with the end of your twist.

   "Oh nah, I couldn't come I had some business to attend." He looks you up and down. "Aw that's a shame I would've loved to see you watching me win." You nudge his peck slyly trying to get a feel of his muscle, which he caught on.

   "You don't even know me." He smirks. "You could've been my good luck charm; I would've pinpointed you out." You laugh, face heating up as you tsked. "Stop playin." He looked at you pulling out his phone asking for your insta which you obliged.

   "Ayoo manager practice is over!" Kita yells out from somewhere in the gym. Daichi waves you off with a "I'll text you later." You grin waving back.

   "Soo manager what were you talking about with Karasuno's captain?" Atsumu poked. You sigh looking over him. "Nunya business." "They were flirting, laughing. She probably gave him her number." Another person giggled.

   "Suna how many girls are you cheating on? How many baby mamas? Ohh thought so with yo toxic ass, mind ya business stay on that phone." He hissed raising his hands in surrender. "Yo Aran you better get yo girl, she acting out."

   The bus laughs as you both tsk; You telling the boys to shut up and Aran looking out the window, face indifferent.

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   "So you tryna make me look dumb now?" You were questioned as you set your shoes by the door and your bag on the couch. "Excuse me?" You continue down the hall until you're grabbed by the hand. "You excused."

   You snatch your hand from the boys hold. "Aran...boy don't play." He sneered at you. "Little girl don't play with me right now. The fuck you doing flirting with our rival team, making me look mad dumb earlier."

   Scoffing, you continue to your bedroom. "Boy…first of all don't little girl me, second i wasn't flirting, and third ain't nobody making you look dumb." He followed right behind you. "How the fuck does it look when my girl is fucking touching another nigga chest?"

   "As far as I'm concerned im single... You made it very clear this was a situationship, so I can do whatever I want." You shrug. His brows knit up as he jerks you back, pressing you up against a wall, hand pinned to your throat.

   "(Y/n), bruh, you gon learn to stop fuckin with me." You push at him, he didn't budge so you suck your teeth. "Don't bruh me, I ain't your brother or one of your little friends."

   "You stay trying me. Bet." He let you go before pulling his shirt over his head. "Undress. Get in the bed." You did what he said not wanting him to throw a fit.

   You couldn't lie to yourself you was getting hot, and you loved making Aran mad but his ass was gonna have to learn to be direct with you or you'd bust it open for whomever you wanted...and Daichi was kinda fine.

   He sat at the head of your bed only in his briefs as he stared at you, stroking his dick from the outside. You bit your lip, he was trying to bait you but it wasn't gonna work today, you were too stubborn.

   "Whatchu at my crib for anyways? Ain't you got stuff to do? Girls to play with?" You study him, arms crossed making your boobs press together, he licked his lips slowly eyeing you. You almost creamed.

   He sucked his teeth. "Man (y/n) why you gotta play so much?" He pulled you forward onto his lap as you retaliate, pressing your finger to the side of his temple. "I don't be playin with you Aran, in fact you be testing me." He smirk, hands resting on your hips.

   "So that's why you tryna make me jealous?" "I ain—" you’re interrupted by your phone notifications going off and Aran is quick to grab it before you, reading the message aloud.

   "You got niggas texting you now?...'So wassup do you want a relationship or a fwb cuz I'm down for whatever'...?" He paused staring at your phone then at you before putting it back on the nightstand.

   "So wassup with you? You ain't tell this man we together?" You shrug. "Cuz we not." His eyebrows are furrowed as his hand is once again on your neck. "Yo lips so pretty but all you do is talk shit. Suck my dick, do something useful."

   You pull his briefs down lowkey marveling in it. His dick was a pretty two tone brown his tip the lighter shade as it stood at 8 inches, fat and heavy. Your thumb ran across his tip spreading the pre so his dick looked like it had a nice glaze.

You kitten lick the tip hearing him hiss. "Cmon now suck this dick like you mean it." He watch your tongue curl around his tip before going down getting his whole dick wet as you fondled his balls.

Y'all maintained eye contact when you lifted off of him, rubbing his tip against your puffy lips before spitting. It ran down his length, you rubbed it in twisting your fist around him. His eyes rolled back, letting out loud groan, you plunge down taking him all in.

"S-shit that's what 'm talkin bout." He looked at you observing how your lips puckered around his dick, biting his lip. You moaned the sound rumbling through Aran's core. He pulled you off of him kissing you deeply, his tongue dominating yours.

You pull away, getting air, a string of saliva connecting you both. He drags you onto his lap, hand going to your soaked pussy as he placed hickeys on your neck and shoulders. "Why you do this to me girl? You like how I fuck you when I'm mad?"

Letting out a heavy sigh you bit your lip, his fingers rubbing in between your folds, circling your clit. "Yea but you gon have to start claiming me or I'll find someone who will." He stared you in the eyes nodding his head a soft "Bet." leaving his plump lips.

   It happened so fast, you arched your stomach on the bed, Aran behind you. You could feel his print in between your cheeks as he plays with the globes of your ass. He moved his dick rubbing it against your pussy teasing you.

   His tip repeatedly bumped your clit, you were beyond horny but you couldn't give in so quickly, especially when his tip caught your hole almost going in. "Fuck Aran if you don't fuck me right now imma call over Daichi. I ain—"

   The air is knocked out of your lungs, his dick sat inside of you uncomfortably, his tip pressing your cervix. Your back is arched deeper from the pain. He bent over your form, hand snaking your throat, biting your shoulder before he growled out.

   "Yo (y/n) fuck allat shit. Must think it's fun to play with me or something, speaking another nigga name while my dick in you." You finally caught your breathe one of your hands reached back to push him away a little as you cried out.

   "Fuck you hittin my cervix Daddy~ 'm sorry, 'm sorry." He chuckled sarcastically, gyrating his hips making you inhale sharply. "Ohh you sorry now? Gon stop fuckin around?" You mutter yes's and sorry's. He pulled out a bit, you could breathe now, he kissed your cheek then your mouth sloppily.

   He slowly circled his hips, the wet slapping sounds made you heat up, you moaned as the pain that once stifled your lower stomach turned into pleasure. He kissed the few tears that fell down your soft face. "That's what I thought."

   Your pride rolled its eyes internally as you whine. "It's not fair you can talk to other people but I can't." You hear him suck his teeth, feeling a particularly sharp thrust. "I ain't entertaining nobody."

   You didn't say anything but it's like he could hear your inner thoughts. He sat up hands gripping your waist ramming into you making you lurch forwards gripping your sheets as you moan.

   "This all yo dick baby, you don't gotta trip." He felt you tighten around him. "You like hearing me say that baby? This yo dick. All of it." You continue to moan, you tried not to release so quickly, feeling that familiar pressure building up.

   "M yours too Daddy~ 'm sorry f-for talking to him." Your eyes roll, so close to the edge, Aran could feel the sporadic clenching of your pussy making him grin, slowing a little to precisely hit your sweet spot.

    "Yea baby I know. And when I tell you don't talk to another nigga unless I let you—" You trembled, your orgasm was gonna hit you hard, you both knew that as Aran continued hitting your spot with precision. "I! Mean! That! Shit!"

   "A-aran~ fuck fuck fuck!" You buckled, pussy squeezing Aran's dick tightly, your body flopped forward, trembling, ass in the air still. Aran pulled out jerking his dick off, three pumps later You hear him groan, feeling warm splotches fall on your ass. "Ahhh~ fuucck!"

  Your eyes felt heavy, hearing movement in the back before soon feeling a cool sensation, Aran was wiping you down from your slick in between your thighs to his cum on your backside. When the rag left your body you fully laid in the bed, Aran coming to lay behind you, throwing the cover over y’all in the now cold room.

   He pressed his head into your shoulder. "We been together together. I just didn't know you wanted labels 'n shit." You sigh. "Aran you are a fine ass black athlete bitches are gonna throw themselves at you regardless.”

You continue. “It may be my insecurity talkin but I would feel comfortable knowing that some would back off if they knew we was official; to know I’m the only person you messin’ with."

   "Bet." He pulled out his phone snapping a picture.

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datboyaran: she's mine im hers and we'll beat someone tf up. @you

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   He turned to face you kissing you softly. "We official now. So drop that fuck nigga from earlier." You smile wrapping your arms around his waist.

   "I wasn't gon text him back anyways."

𝖺𝖽𝗆𝗂𝗋𝖾𝗋

𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗎𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝗄𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 ‘𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗇’ 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝗏𝖺 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇.

{ 𝖶𝖠𝖱𝖭𝖨𝖭𝖦𝖲 — 𝗂𝗆 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗒𝖾𝗍 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗅 𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗇 𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗇, 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖼𝗈𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖿𝗅𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽, 𝗇𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒. }

silva did keep his word to himself, that he’d follow you around, lowkey borderline stalking you but it’s fine cuz he’s silva a fine ass dilf.

he’d let you catch him a good two weeks after the clacking of your sandals hitting the sidewalk as you stomped up to him a cute pout on your face. "wassup mister silva? why are you keeping tabs on me? am i your next target or are you a creepy old perv."

he smirked taking in your appearance, your hair now in a black wig with brown highlights to your butt and you wearing a band crop top and a long skirt with your beige sandals that clicked as your foot tapped against the pavement waiting for an answer. "i just see something i like, you seem to be using daddy’s money well."

he pushes hair that found its way in front of you to your back, the way his rough hand rubbed against your smooth dark brown skin made him throb in his pants. you look him up and down, he was no where near ugly at all and you could take him.. not in a fight this dude an assassin but ykw i’m talking about.

his whole family are assassins and that was something you didn’t necessarily want on your plate because what if you got too annoying or what if his kids think you want to replace their mom or some stupid shit like that? you just got rich and you didn’t need those problems.

but you told the little bitch of your thoughts to shut up and went with the slut who was talking about licking him three ways from sunday in any and every position since you spotted him. you grabbed his hand that rested on your collarbone gently to not startle the killer in him, your thumb stroking his palm as you looked up at him biting your lips before cheesing and batting your lashes.

"that man was my father but if you’re looking for a ‘daddy’ opening, it’s available." you watched his cat like eyes narrow as he studied your face, grinning, the dullness of his eyes and sunken, but somehow high, cheekbones doing something to you and he could tell. "is that right?" you nod your head slightly in a daze from the eye contact you didn’t want to look him in the eyes but it’s like you couldn’t pull away.

"well i’ll take that into consideration miss y/n." you ‘hmm'd’ when he pulled away, getting flustered when you noticed how close your two were, your checks and the tips of your ears running hot as you pulled your hand from his, folding your arms under your breasts which silva glanced at ofc and you looked off to the side before speaking.

"stop following me it’s weird and creepy, next time say it with your chest." he hums lips curling as he backs away slowly, to the untrained eye and you, it looked as if he were glitching leaving you with a "next time then." before disappearing completely. silva of course didn’t care what you had to say on the case of him 'following' you or whatever but he’d let up, doing the next best thing as he burst into the room filled with computers on top of computers.

"d-dad what’s going on? why’re you in here?" silva disregarded his second son swiping three female action figures off of his desk and closing out an obvious girls anime website as he strode behind him. "milluki i need you to find someone for me." the chubby teen gets into serious mode typing away on his keyboard. "of course father, who is it this time a crook? another assassin? a spider? chrollo? or killua again?"

silva leveled his voice giving away no undertone or motives the corner of his mouth tilted upward, hiding away from his son that faced the multiple screens. "y/n l/n."

𝗉𝗈𝗍𝗍𝗒 𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁

❥𝗌𝗇𝗂𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗍 : 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗍𝖺 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖽’𝗌 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝖻𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋.

{ 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 — 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖼𝗈𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿, 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖺𝗀𝖾, 𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒. }

he’s not really surprised that she said it, cuz you say it all the time, calling him a "dumbass/hoe ass nigga" or telling him "nigga shut the fuck up." and aizawa teaching black students (mina and deku) and having a few black coworkers (mirko, rock lock and orca) he hears it all the time himself.

but he’s downright flabbergasted when and how she says it right to his face at that; after you told her to go get her father to come here and yk how kids be, adding extra words nobody told them to say. so your kid stands in front of him with a mischievous smile on her face and glint in her dark brown eyes as she says "mommy said to tell you ‘nigga bring your light bright ass down to the kitchen fo’ you don’t get no damn dinner’ so are you coming daddy?”

𝗄𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗋

{ 𝖶𝖠𝖱𝖭𝖨𝖭𝖦𝖲 — 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖼𝗈𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗎𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗂 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇 𝗁𝖾’𝗌 𝖺 𝗓𝗈𝗅𝖽𝗒𝖼𝗄, 𝗇𝗈𝗇𝖾. }

silva who has finally gotten a divorce from his now ex-wife of his five children, her constant complaining pushing him over the edge, making him grow tired. he realizes that he shouldn’t have this many wrinkles at 46 years old and stopped getting them so rapidly two months after the divorce and he feels lighter.

well as light as a contract killer with little to no emotions can feel and because silva isn’t too bad a person he sets his ex up somewhere chill, far away from him ofc, but accessible to the children if they wanted to see her

silva who’s out on a job when he sees the cutest chubby darker skinned woman her hair of multiple braids pulled into a low bun and dressed in a sleek deep cut black dress, talking with his targets; a taller black male with a receding hairline and a paler woman on his arms, but he has to stay focused, this is a job after all.

silva who turns when he hears the footsteps coming towards the back alley, wiping the drop of blood that stained the tip of his nail unexpected to see you; the woman talking to the targets earlier. silva thinks he has to kill you too now, what a waste, walking towards you slowly to start his rhythm echo before you speak up. "silva right? you wouldn’t kill me after i sent you on this job.. would you? is that how the zoldycks treat their customers?"

he’s surprised now because, yes ofc silva has taken jobs where the target and customer knew each other, but he wanted to know your story. "why?" you look at silva, eyebrow raised the questioning of a killer. "why what? why did i have you kill them?" you look to the side, their chests caved in and bodies pale, his silence telling you what he wanted.

"well.." you put all your weight on one leg that silva doesn’t hesitate to eye. "that was my father and his wife who was constantly an asshole and he knew the way she treated me. can you believe he was finna give all his money to her including the rest of my college funds?"

"they were going to the bank tomorrow morning, so i needed them dead tonight, while everything was still in my name." you shrug. "it may seem childish to you but your a contract killer, i don’t think you really have a say."

silva just smirks at your pout. "you’re interesting." he thinks he wouldn’t mind keeping an eye or two on you just in case you need his services again of course.