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“freak in you” will be posted tomorrow 😋

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i’m a lot of times more motivated to write when other people ask me to. so until i get my page set up cute this is my unofficial official submission request guideline

Fandoms

i’ll write for pretty much any fandom but the ones i’m well versed in right now is and would be most quickest about writing is

jjk

aot

mha

haikyuu

tokyo revengers

kaiju #8

demon slayer

chainsaw man

i only write for ADULT characters by the way or if during the show the character has an official timeskip to being of age so tough cookies

Kinks

It’s a lot of kinks i’m more than willing to write for but some things i’m just not into and will not write about

ddlg/mdlb

i’m okay with using terms like daddy/pa when requested but the whole overarching theme of ddlg i will not ever include in a story

incest

minor x adult

piss/scat

extreme cnc

(i’ll add specifics if they’re ever requested for me to list what i wouldn’t do)

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“Freak in you”

preview

starting — choso kamo x black! coded reader

contents: college au, smut of course. some feet kissing, nothing too specific yet since it’s a preview

authors note: ahhhhh ik i was supposed to finish my collection like a year ago but i got y’all. i’m about to start being active because i’m ngl these fanfiction streets desperately need a good writer because some of y’all suck ass and don’t know how to make creative story lines or even congruently make a story flow and i’m sick of reading stories that look as though they were written by a 14 year old so here i go !

word count: 621

“you ever came off head before?” the question lazily mumbled against your ear made your heart race and your pussy throb. you were not supposed to be here in this man’s bed yet here you were.

“no.” you meekly responded to which he let out a chuckle sending another pulse through your core. fuck this man was fine and wanted to eat your pussy, couldn’t have better hit the jackpot.

“don’t do that.” you drawled sucking your teeth, twisting your face up at him.

“don’t be mad princess, i’m not making fun of you promise. just surprised is all—pretty girl like you ? i’d be dying to eat this pussy all the time.” he stated without the slightest bit of shame making you weak in the knees. how could he be so…vulgar.

everything about him was so tantalizing. choso kamo, he’s your lab partner for your forensics class. a quiet guy who didn’t talk much with you but when he did is was always so flirty. you’d told him before you had a man but he’d always respond with “if he was doing his job you would be ignoring me right now sweet girl.” that’d send a wave of heat to your cheeks and somewhere else too because it is was true.

he wasn’t doing his job, he’d been “down on his luck” more than a few times and it’s almost like he enjoyed living off you. while you were raised on nothing but expecting princess treatment from a man here you were taking care of one—which was no problem of course. it was all out of love but it’d be a favor that was constantly never returned.

that’s why when choso got a little flirty the other day after class you took the bait. packing up after a lecture you’d noticed him out the side of your eye staring you down.

“did you need something sir?” you asked, a bit of attitude coated your words.

“yeah for you not bite my head off, im not coming to bother you too much. was just hoping you could give me a bit of help understanding whatever that last bit of shit professor meant.” his words as lax as his stride as he approached you.

you knew choso was by no means unintelligent averaging a’s and b’s constantly on all class assignments. “you don’t need my help you just wanna bother me.” you stated matter of factly placing your hand on you hip as you sucked your teeth

“i’ll beg if that’s what you want.” he shot back way too quickly as if it’d been something he’d thought about before. “sir get the the fuck—.” you started ready to pop off but he’d already beaten you to it “i’m not expecting anything for free, i can pay you in return.” that lazy smirk gracing his face, the same one he sported as he lowered himself between your legs as he kept eye contact with you refusing to break it.

he left kisses in his wake down your stomach, across your thighs, even your ankles and feet making the heat rise to your face and look away though not for long. “make sure you’re watching me while i make you feel good, understand?” he questioned and you ignored.

“i need words, or else we can stop this right here.” no hint of previous playfulness in his tone just lust and the need to fuck your shit up.

“yeah i hear you.” was all you could say trying to not let the tremble of your voice show. “good girl.” he cooed pressing a warm kiss to the bottom of your pedicured feet before resuming where he left off which was studying every part of you.

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my collection tomorrow night ? lmk if you wanna be tagged when it’s posted 🌚

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ik i was supposed to post my collection like 2 weeks ago, y/n is an overworked office worker in the au for a reason 😫😫 baby i’m tieddddd of work but i’m off soon so it’ll be posted then :))

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whenever “my collection” hits 20 likes imma drop the full thing

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“My Collection”

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staring — gojo satoru x black! fem reader

contents: office au! , cursing, misogynistic language, n word usage (duh!) , usage of pet names ( ma ) , missionary

authors note: this is just a bit of a test drive for this account to see if anyone will really like what i write lol. i plan on finishing this soon but this is just a preview. this is unedited and isn’t proofread btw to forgive any typos. hope you enjoy, mwah

word count: 1984

the rain tapped against the window harshly of your inner city condo, dark grey clouds gathering in the sky. a deep rumble reverberated through the air though it was drowned out by music playing off your flatscreen in the living room. you stood in the kitchen—shirt off making yourself french toast as the smoke wafted through the place mixing with the already lit leather and embers scented candles. getting your last clean blouse dirty before walking out the house was not on the list when you already had so much on your plate as it is today.

as soon as you got into the office you immediately had multiple responsibilities to handle seeing as you guys are behind. you’d just gotten off vacation and although you had a stand in she was a bit of a lazy worker. It was going to be hectic to say the least and you’d rather look good while doing it.

turning the stove off and plating the french toast with the rest of your breakfast you’d already prepared you began scrolling through your socials while eating. eyes laser focused liking comments and replying to dms. you had a modest social media following. content creating seemed like a perfect side hustle, although it’s not easy it came naturally.

outfit styling, food reviews, vlogs was just some of the content you made. being a senior marketing leader didn’t give you the most free time, but because of it you could fund the expensive perfumes you review and the vacations that you go on like your latest peru trip you made sure to document and upload.

as you scrolled through your notifications you’d seen a name that raised an eyebrow.

“._toru6eyez”

at the looks of the name it seemed to be a coworker of yours, not that you were worried your main page being appropriate enough. in fact quite a few coworkers of yours followed and kept up with your page, just this wasn’t one you had in mind. satoru gojo. although you couldn’t see the strangers face—based off the physique from the thirst traps, the back pictures that showed off his snow white hair, along with the tagged post (that never quite captured his face) from people that were closely affiliated with him it was more than safe to assume it was him.

what was he doing liking your post? it’s not like you had an issue with the white haired man, on the contrary it seemed to be the opposite. gojo although was an energetic funny guy always seen laughing with his friends and jr’s, whenever you came around blue eyes iced you out. it almost seemed purposeful that when you came into the room he quickly found a way to exclude you and if you did manage to keep yourself in the conversation you quickly became the subject of harsh jabs disguised as jokes and dismissive glares.

you were no meek target by any means being able to play the dozen having grown up with two older siblings who had quite the mean streak as well. it’s just this is your work place and you didn’t have time for the childish games. at every turn he poking fun at the way you were always dolled up saying if you’d put half as much effort into your work you’d gotten a higher raise by now and other things in the realm of. you’d brought it up to few of your coworkers who were closer to him to no avail. they’d all said the same thing over and over again.

“he doesn’t dislike you, he just doesn’t know you is all. gojo had a bit of a tough upbringing so bear with him, strangers put him on edge.” seemed to be the general consensus. having a tough childhood doesn’t give you a free pass to be an asshole though. they talked about him as if he was a feral animal and not a grown man.

this earned you guys the reputation of office rivals to which you’d have to somewhat agree to. so why was he stalking through your instagram? was still the lingering question as you’d seen he’d taken back his like when clicking on the post. the sound of your alarm going off interrupted your menstruations though. the next 5 minutes were a whirlwind of you scarfing down the rest of your food, putting on your clothes and heading down the condo elevator before speeding off in your custom skyline nissan gtr.

the drive was a blur—always going blank when behind the wheel before you check back in at the arrival of you destination. upon entry into your office building you were swamped immediately, running here and there doing this, that and the 3rd. it’s like you were the only one on your team who did any fucking work. although you were an accomplished individual your credentials didn’t matter to your predominately male teammates seemingly due to the words of a certain someone.

though you’d complain time and time again much wasn’t done except for a long meeting about team culture that annoyed you more than them. so from then on you learned to cuss them out directly but today there wasn’t much time for that much of the paperwork having a tight deadline. and because you didn’t want to die at the age of 21 due to a heart attack from the stress of yelling at those bums you opted to just do it yourself. though dying hot and young was very appealing.

so here you were ripping and running through the halls in your black coach monogram loafers, a stack of heavy papers from your latest client in hand. when returning to your office you quickly cut a corner too fast to stop from running into someone who had done the same. letting out a small yelp from impact your body tensed bracing itself to fall on the hard polished concrete floors. instead though you were quickly yanked up like a ass bad kid from underneath your armpit stopping your fall albeit hurting from how hard you were yanked.

“woah slow down, fast doesn’t always mean efficient. you of all people should know that.” thrown off from the sudden attack your face instantly pulled the meanest glare it could muster. you pulled your arm out of his grasp ready to fire back before being cut off.

“the paperwork you filled out before vacation is incorrect, you need to redo it so my team can finish our campaign wrap up.” the man added the small packet to your large stack of papers putting it at the very top unspokenly saying his stuff is top priority.

scoffing at his audacity you roll your eyes “you could’ve done this yourself gojo, it isn’t even something I have to sign off on seeing it doesn’t correlate with my program.” exasperation lacing your words as you pushed the papers back into his chest making him sway back.

taking off without another word before he could bombard you with more of his bullshit you headed to your office to bury yourself in the heap of work you had. slumping into your seat time ticked past as you signed this, stamped that, and planned meetings for your team. not noticing how the office grew quiet as your coworkers filed out the building for the day opting to go on a team outing despite the rain. you however continue to work only stopping when your stomach let out a low rumble.

todays lunch was just a chicken wrap with some fruit and bottle of water. you were trying to be healthy, it was so easy to get caught up in eating out every day with this job which wasn’t good for your health or pockets. being the ipad kid you were twitter was opened on your screen keeping yourself entertained with the shenanigans you saw; though your eyes widened when a video of a girl with her legs pushed back to ears being pounded into by the built man above her came up on your feed.

your instant reaction was to shut your phone off incase anyone heard. after a beat of silence you realized you were alone, gazing up to the door of your office you saw it was locked. what was the harm? pressing the power button you cut the device back on to see him giving harsh spanks to her clit as she let out sharp yelps.

he had her pinned down by the back of her thighs keeping her in place as he abused her walls. “don’t run me, take that shit ma.” the tone of his voice making you shift in your seat.

his words began getting to you making arousal pool in the seat of those pretty savage x fenty panties you were wearing. it got you to wondering when was the last time you got fucked good. honestly it’d been months ago, almost every time you’ve had sex in the whirlwind of time you’d been working here was a quickie.

nobody having the time to give it to you the way you like it. the notion making your pussy pulse making you shift uncomfortably in your chair again. it was getting you worked up how you saw her juices splash from her cunt knowing she felt so good imagining you in her place. knowing she was getting that everyday left youfeeling a bit envious. some good dick was longer overdue for you but it’d just have to be pushed to the back burner.

as you took the last bite of your wrap you looked at the still unfinished work on your desk.

a weary sigh slipped past your two toned lips as you bookmarked the video in your twitter to come back to later tonight at home. unbeknownst to you, you’d liked the video allowing your followers to see publicly. now your twitter wasn’t as popular as your instagram or tiktok so it’s not like anyone would know any different especially seeing how many more posts you’d end up liking.

maybe not

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glacier blue eyes scrolled through your twitter, he doesn’t know why either. hate watching he’d chalk it up to. he just wants to see what else cringe shit you’re feeding your followers. how could anyone like the shit you post, it’s all so obvious you’re faking you personality for views.

“i think i’m starting to like the person i’m becoming.” he read your caption aloud with a petulant head shake. you were wearing a pair of brown short shorts and even though you were sitting he could tell they cut across your ass exposing your cheeks along with a white tank. upon closer examination the silhouette of your brown areolas peeked through. this is the shit he meant, the fake positivity thirst trap bullshit.

you were a hoe, and it’s not the fact you’re a hoe that bothers him. gojo satoru lovesss the hoes, it’s just the fact you hadn’t fucked him yet. he’d heard from a team member you and todo were fuck buddies. you and him had quickies often, the man beating your poor pussy sore in the backseat of his challenger numerous times. it got him tight, what the hell did you see in him when gojo is right here with good pipe waiting for you.

as childish as it may be it made him lash out on you. when in group setting seeing the way you’d bat those pretty doe eyes at other men but narrowed them at him pushed a button. he was never really one to easily anger but something about you made him tick in the worst ways possible. damn you and that pretty smile, he’d like to imagine you’d smile up at him after toppin him off. thinking about it made his dick hard. you made his dick hard and that’s a crime he’ll punish you for soon.

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“shit pa..” gripping on his bicep, your nails slightly digging into his melanated skin. the both of you letting out such honey sweet moans as ony feeds you slow, deep strokes. staring into each others pretty eyes intensely. you swear you see stars every time you feel his tip press softly against your cervix, whines leaving your mouth but all you can do is take it. how his smooth hand would grip your neck and pull you towards his two-toned lips sould give you butterflies like no other man could. moaning in each others mouth, swirling your tongue around his intimately. it wasnt long before it got a little overwhelming, squirming across the sheets until his hand was around your neck again, “aht..dont start runnin, take this dick..you pretty bitch.” his voice is gravely, causing you to become wetter, the faint skin clapping become louder bit by bit. arching your back before ony quickly shut it all down with a hand on your stomach to keep your back touching the mattress. “what i tell you?” — “to dont start r-runnin’ fucckk” you feel thrusts get harsher, “i’d hate to get mean, you gon be my good girl? yea?” only able to respond with a ‘mhm!’ as ony’s lightly slapped your clit, “speak up.” — “y—yes daddyuuh..” you see him smile a bit, seeing his grills on his bottom row of his teeth, feeling his thumb run over your stimulated clit a few times, definitely getting you hornier than before, starting to grind against his sticky pelvis covered in your juices. “good.”