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reflexxxthinkfast · 1 year ago
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Kman x Tman - Traitor Lyrics
Kman x Tman – Traitor ( Lyrics Letra ) Letra TobyBossEntVEVO Kman x Tman – Traitor ( Lyrics Letra ) Check out the lyrics the full song with official video to listen to, Learn to sing this song. available for all countries Song lyrics not found: Submit the lyrics of this song.In the form! letras2.com Lyrics, Letras, Paroles, Deutsche, Letras, Testi,Тексты, Texty, Norske, Текстови, Versuri,…
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kusatta · 3 months ago
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" until a person is faced with death, it's impossible to tell whether they have what it takes to survive. " a pause, " with time you'll learn you can't save people, 'less they want to save themselves. " / @purposeclaimed, karasu.
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riderheart · 3 months ago
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i just cant watch meg r/yan in anything honestly theres such a disconnect in my brain bc it keeps summoning anastasia
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ariannasenvolant · 4 months ago
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nakeddeparture · 1 year ago
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FOUR DEAD. IT WAS expected to happen in Barbados. Kman 6Ixx seen crying on highway after slaughter and after performing in Barbabos.
https://youtu.be/MPifg4CDdsU
Barbadians dodged bullets and gangster artist left the island without incident. Naked!!
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lliaq · 2 years ago
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sherewrytes · 1 month ago
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Love and Gunshots, Eren x Black Reader
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Gang member Eren x Introvert black reader
Summary: In a dangerous urban landscape, y/n, an introverted Criminal Law student, finds herself drawn into the violent world of the Sixx Gang through her protective cousin, Onyankopon. When she locks eyes with Eren Yeager, a hot-headed gang member, a twisted game of desire and danger begins.
As Eren becomes obsessed with y/n, he threatens to unravel the fragile balance Ony has maintained to shield her from their brutal lifestyle. With loyalty tested and violence lurking at every turn, the lines between love and danger blur, leading to a dark climax where the heart proves just as lethal as a gun.
Genre: Dark Romance/Crime Modern au
Warnings: Graphic violence, drug use, smut, obsession
I’ll re edit this when I’m better, in the mean time happy reading
Taglist: @topshotdivaa @prettypink-princesss @burpzz @niaizzy1623 @jcoleisbetter @msjaeger @hidd3nbimbo @vampimilikis @nova2kss honeydrzzldpeaches
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Chapter 4: After Dark
The room was dead silent except for the faint hum of the city outside. My leg throbbed with every beat of my heart, and the sharp, searing pain made it impossible to sit still. I was gripping the couch cushion like my life depended on it, trying to focus on anything but the bullet lodged in my thigh.
Ony sat across from me, his face cold, unreadable. His AR-15 rested against his leg, but it was his eyes that held the real threat. He was always calculated, but tonight? He was on a different level.
I scoffed, leaning back against the couch despite the pain. 
“You really shot me, huh? All this over a girl?” 
I laughed bitterly, shaking my head. 
“Guess I must’ve hit a nerve.”
Ony didn’t say a word. Instead, he stood, walked over, and leaned down. For a second, I thought he might say something, maybe even offer some twisted apology.
But then his hand shot out, and his fingers pressed into the wound in my thigh.
“FUCK!” 
I screamed, the pain ripping through me like fire. My hands flew up, trying to shove him off, but Ony was solid, unmoving.
He didn’t let up, his face inches from mine, his eyes dead and cold.
 “You think this is a game, huh?” 
he said, his voice low, almost a whisper. 
“You think you’re untouchable?”
I clenched my teeth, my breath coming in ragged gasps. The room swam in and out of focus, and the only thing I could see was Ony’s face, calm and collected, like he wasn’t driving me to the brink.
Finally, he pulled his hand back, wiping the blood off his fingers onto my face.
“There. Now you look the part,�� he said, straightening up and walking back to his chair. He sat down, his AR-15 resting on his lap like a king on his throne.
The door burst open, and Hange strolled in, a large duffel bag slung over their shoulder. They took one look at the scene and sighed. “The hell did I walk into this time?”
Connie, still perched on the edge of the counter, shrugged. “Bad mission.”
Hange narrowed their eyes, setting the bag down and pulling out supplies. “Yeah? Looks more like bad decisions.”
They knelt in front of me, pulling out a pair of scissors and cutting through the fabric around the wound. I hissed as the cold air hit the exposed skin, but Hange was already in work mode, muttering to themselves as they cleaned the area.
“You idiots better keep this under wraps,” they said, glancing up briefly. “You know Levi’s a crash-out. He finds out about this, and he’s lighting the block upland then some, no questions asked.”
Connie chuckled, taking another drag from his joint. “Levi lives for that shit. Ain’t no way we’re letting him in on this.”
Hange sighed, focusing back on my leg. “Good. Now sit still, Jaeger. This is gonna suck.”
Jean, who had been sitting silently on the other side of the room, finally spoke up. “Yo, Connie, play that track you were on about the other day.”
Connie grinned, pulling out his phone and connecting it to the Bluetooth speaker. Within moments, the heavy, dark beat of Black Rain by Kman 6ixx filled the room, the bass vibrating through the walls.
The music set the tone, dark and brooding, fitting for the blood-stained floor and the tension still lingering in the air.
As Hange worked, I leaned back, letting the music drown out the pain and the anger bubbling under the surface. Ony sat across from me, his gaze never leaving mine, his gun still in his lap.
The heavy bass of Black Rain pulsed through the room, and despite the searing pain in my thigh, I found myself nodding to the beat. It was gritty, raw—exactly the kind of energy that matched the night.
“Yo, Connie,” I said, tilting my head toward him, “who’s this?”
Connie grinned, tapping ash from his joint into a tray. “Some TriniBad artist,” he said. “Kman 6ixx. Got that underground heat.”
Ony, still lounging in his chair with his AR-15 resting across his lap, chuckled darkly. “Man’s got some heat, alright. But he ain’t just some artist.” His tone carried weight, like he knew something the rest of us didn’t.
I pulled out my phone, opened Shazam, and tagged the track. The app gave me the info, and I quickly added it to my Spotify playlist. This was the kind of music that hit when you were deep in it, when the life you lived wasn’t just survival but a statement.
Hange wiped the blood off their gloves as they packed up their tools, the sharp smell of antiseptic lingering in the air. They stood, stretching their back before turning to Ony, their face tight with irritation.
“So,” Hange said, hands on their hips, “is there a reason you shot him, or are we just playing ‘spin the bullet’ for fun now?”
Ony didn’t even blink. He leaned forward slightly, his eyes locked on mine. “Oops,” he said simply, his voice cold and detached.
Hange sighed, muttering something under their breath. “Oops, my ass. Y’all need therapy.”
Connie laughed, passing the blunt to Jean, who had been leaning against the wall, watching everything unfold. “Therapy don’t pay the bills,” Connie said, his tone light, but his eyes carried that knowing look. “Besides, who’s got time for a therapist when you’re dodging bullets?”
Jean smirked but stayed quiet, taking a slow drag and blowing the smoke toward the ceiling.
As Hange packed up their supplies, I stared at Ony, the weight of his earlier actions still sitting heavy in the room. He had made his point clear without saying much. This wasn’t just about me stepping out of line. It was about power, control, and the constant reminder that in this world, loyalty was everything—and mistakes were paid for in blood.
“We good now?” I asked, my voice low, but there was no mistaking the edge in my tone.
Ony leaned back, his gun still in his lap, and gave a small, almost imperceptible nod. “For now.”
That was Ony for you—always leaving things open-ended. Always keeping you guessing.
I leaned back, feeling the throbbing ache in my thigh as the room buzzed with tension. Ony’s calm demeanor pissed me off more than the pain. I had to know why he kept trying to keep me away from Y/N, like he had some moral high ground.
“So, Ony,” I said, my voice low, laced with sarcasm, “is there a real reason you don’t want me around your cousin? Or is this just about you flexing?”
Ony didn’t even look up from his gun, calmly checking the chamber. “Rest my case, please,” he said smoothly, like that was supposed to explain everything.
Jean, who had been nursing his blunt in the corner, snorted. “What the fuck kinda English is that?”
Without missing a beat, Ony and I answered in unison, “It’s Trini slang.”
Jean threw his hands up, shaking his head. “Man, y’all always talking in riddles. Can’t keep up.”
Ony finally looked up, his eyes narrowing slightly. “I’m a second-gen immigrant. Picked it up from my parents. You wouldn’t get it.”
The conversation shifted, but my mind was elsewhere. My thoughts circled back to Y/N, her quiet voice, the way she always avoided eye contact when she was nervous. Ony might think he’s protecting her, but he didn’t see what I did. She didn’t need saving—from me, at least.
I pulled out my phone, ignoring the dull ache in my leg as I opened our chat.
“You good?” I typed, staring at the screen for a second before hitting send.
The message went through, and I waited. The seconds dragged on as I watched the little "read" notification pop up. She’d seen it. But no reply.
My jaw clenched, and I felt that familiar surge of frustration. She left me on read.
I stared at our text thread for a long moment, my mind racing. She wasn’t going to ignore me forever. I’d make sure of that.
Ony might think he could warn me off, but he didn’t understand. Y/N was mine. She didn’t know it yet, but she would. I’d make her see.
The longer I stared at my phone, the tighter my grip got, my knuckles turning white. The thought of Y/N sitting in her room, probably thinking about Ony’s bullshit warnings, made my blood boil. She was letting him get in her head.
I shoved the phone back in my pocket and ran a hand through my hair, trying to push down the rising possessiveness threatening to spill over. But it wasn’t going anywhere. I could feel it crawling under my skin, coiling in my chest like a snake ready to strike.
Ony thought he was protecting her, but all he was doing was pissing me off. Y/N needed someone who understood her, someone who saw past her shy, introverted walls. That was me. Not Ony. Not anyone else.
I glanced at Ony, who was now cleaning his gun like nothing had happened, and a dark smirk crept onto my face. “You think ignoring me is gonna work?” I muttered under my breath. “You don’t know me, Y/N.”
Jean’s voice cut through my thoughts. “Yo, Eren, you good? You look like you’re about to murder someone.”
I snapped out of it and gave him a half-smirk. “Nah, just thinking.”
Jean raised an eyebrow but didn’t press. Connie passed him the blunt, and the room filled with smoke and the low thrum of bass from the speakers. But my mind was far from here.
I pulled out my phone again, this time scrolling through my contacts until I landed on Y/N’s number. My thumb hovered over the call button. I knew she wouldn’t pick up, not after leaving me on read. But that didn’t matter.
I hit the button anyway, letting it ring once before hanging up. I wasn’t trying to get her to answer. I just wanted her to know I was thinking about her, that I wasn’t going anywhere.
Because if she thought she could ghost me, she had another thing coming. Y/N was mine, and I wasn’t about to let Ony or anyone else get in the way of that.
I leaned back, letting the music wash over me as I plotted my next move. Y/N could run, she could hide behind Ony’s warnings, but she’d learn soon enough—when it came to me, there was no escaping.
Three days. Three long, agonizing days since Y/N left me on read. My patience was wearing thin, and I was itching to see her. But instead of dragging her out of her house like I wanted, I was stuck in this freezing warehouse, listening to Levi drone on about territory and some gang we were clashing with.
His voice was sharp, cutting through the cold air as he paced back and forth. “They’ve been moving product on our block. That’s a problem. We need to send a message.”
I wasn’t paying attention, though. My mind kept circling back to Y/N. What was she doing? Was she thinking about me? Probably sitting in her room, replaying Ony’s words. That thought made my chest tighten. Ony didn’t get to control her life—or mine.
I shifted my weight, leaning against a rusted metal beam, trying to focus, but it wasn’t working. All I could think about was pulling her into my arms, making her look me in the eyes, and telling her exactly how this was going to go.
Before I could sink any deeper into my thoughts, a sharp blow landed on my calf, and my leg buckled. “Fuck!” I hissed, hitting the cold concrete floor.
Levi stood over me, his usual deadpan expression tinged with irritation. “Daydreaming again, Jaeger? You think this is a fucking joke?”
I glared up at him, my teeth clenched. Big mistake. His boot connected with my jaw in a flash, and my head snapped to the side. Pain exploded in my skull, and for a moment, everything blurred. I saw stars, bright and mocking.
Levi crouched down next to me, his voice calm but laced with menace. “You’re lucky you’re good at your shit, Jaeger. Otherwise, I’d put a bullet in your head and piss on your grave.”
I spit out a bit of blood, my jaw throbbing. My pride was wounded, but I didn’t dare say a word. Levi didn’t need much of a reason to end someone, and I wasn’t stupid enough to push him further.
He stood and turned back to the group, continuing like nothing had happened. “Now, as I was saying, we need to send a message. Eren, you’re with Jean and Reiner on this one. No screw-ups.”
I nodded, wiping the blood from my mouth as I slowly got back to my feet. My jaw ached, and my head was spinning, but I didn’t care. All I could think about was Y/N.
Levi could beat the hell out of me for all I cared, but he couldn’t stop me from getting what I wanted. And what I wanted was her.
As soon as this mission was over, I was going to make sure Y/N understood that she couldn’t ignore me. Not anymore.
I reluctantly dragged myself off the cold concrete floor, wincing at the dull ache in my jaw. The last thing I wanted to do right now was focus on Levi’s bullshit, but the mission wasn’t going to sort itself out. So, I swallowed my pride and strolled over to Jean and Reiner, the two of them already chatting about the job ahead. “Let’s go sort shit out,” I muttered, my voice low.
Reiner couldn’t resist, his stupid laugh echoing in the warehouse as he looked at me. “Yo, Levi really rocked your shit, huh?” He grinned, clearly amused. I wanted to smack the taste out of his mouth, but he was part of the crew. For now.
Jean shot me a quick glance, his face serious. “You good, man? You look like you’ve been through hell.”
“I’m fine,” I said through gritted teeth, forcing the pain back. My mind was still on Y/N. I couldn’t afford to focus on the bruising in my mouth when I had a more important mission in mind.
I made my way to my Hellcat, the rumble of the engine filling the air as I popped the trunk. I stared at the freshly customized Bushmaster I had just acquired, my fingers tracing over the cold metal. The gun wasn’t just a tool—it was a statement.
As I carefully examined the engraving on the barrel, my eyes locked onto the words carved into the side. Y/N. I had her name etched there, just so I could see it every time I held it. Every time I committed, every time I did my job. I wanted her with me, even when she didn’t understand why.
I closed the trunk with a satisfying thud and slid into the driver’s seat. Reiner and Jean piled into the Jeep Wrangler behind me, their faces already set in that grim expression we all wore when we were heading into a mission.
I gripped the steering wheel, my thoughts still tangled with Y/N. I knew she was playing hard to get, probably listening to Ony and the rest of the people who didn’t know the first thing about us. But she didn’t know how far I was willing to go for her. And tonight, after this job, I’d remind her.
“Let’s go handle this,” I muttered, revving the engine.
Reiner leaned forward from the backseat. “You good to drive?”
I barely spared him a glance, my focus sharp now. “I’m fine. Just keep your head in the game.”
The city lights flashed by as I accelerated down the street, the adrenaline of the mission kicking in, but that nagging thought of Y/N never left. I had to remind her that she was mine—and no one, not even Ony, could tell me otherwise.
The streets blurred past me as I gripped the steering wheel, my mind focused on the mission, but it was hard to ignore the rage simmering beneath the surface. The feeling of blood pumping through my veins, the adrenaline coursing through me as I prepared for another round of chaos. Levi’s orders echoed in my ears, but honestly, I didn’t need much pushing. I loved these moments—this was where I thrived. This is where I could be the unhinged, cold-blooded monster I needed to be to survive in this world.
We were headed into enemy territory now, a rival gang that had the audacity to step onto turf we controlled. Their mistake. Their stupid, reckless mistake. They took what wasn’t theirs. Now we’re going to remind them why they should’ve stayed in their own fucking lane.
As we arrived, the weight of the situation hit me. The area had the usual gritty feel of a war zone. Graffiti-covered walls, abandoned buildings, and cars stripped down to their frames scattered the streets. But this time, there was something different in the air—something thick with tension. We were deep in their turf now.
I pulled up near an alley, the engine of the Hellcat purring as I shifted the car into park. “Alright, we move fast,” I said, my voice low but commanding.
Jean and Reiner both nodded, already reaching for their weapons. But me? I wasn’t grabbing just any weapon. I reached into the compartment under the seat, pulling out my twin Berettas. I called them The Butchers, because that’s what they did—they sliced through whatever stood in front of them. I’m about to put these fuckers to work.
Jean raised an eyebrow at me. “You really gotta name them?”
I didn’t answer him. I just cocked the guns with a satisfying click. “Let’s make sure they know who runs this fucking city.”
We moved in silence, slipping through the shadows like predators hunting their prey. We were on their turf now, and I could already feel the heat rising in me. This is where I was at my best—dark, savage, unhinged. This is when I could show out, remind them all what happens when you cross the wrong people.
“You ready for this?” Reiner asked, his voice tense, but his eyes betraying the calm confidence of someone who had been in this situation countless times before.
I turned to him, my eyes cold and calculating, “You better believe it.”
We crept up to their hideout, a run-down building that had clearly been repurposed into their base of operations. I could hear voices coming from inside—low murmurs of gang members who thought they were untouchable. They didn’t even know we were here yet.
I signaled to Jean and Reiner. “On my count. We go in.”
I kicked open the door with a violent force, the wood splintering under my boot. The Butchers were already in my hands, the weight of them perfect in my palms.
“Hey! What the fuck—” The words were barely out of the guy’s mouth when I slammed the first Beretta into his chest, dropping him instantly with a spray of blood. The second one followed in quick succession, hitting another guy who tried to pull his piece on me. He didn’t even get a chance to fire.
“No talking, no mercy,” I muttered to myself, my blood pumping harder, the heat in me rising to a fever pitch.
Jean and Reiner were behind me, both handling their own targets, but I was lost in the moment. I loved this feeling—the chaos, the violence, the rush of power that came with knowing I controlled everything in this space. These men, these weaklings, they didn’t matter. They were just bodies in my way, obstacles to be removed.
“Fuckin’ pussies.” The words slipped from my lips like a growl as I moved deeper into the building, clearing rooms with brutal efficiency.
I rounded a corner, slamming into a guy who tried to tackle me, but I was too fast. I twisted his arm behind his back and shoved my knee into his spine, hearing a satisfying crack as I slammed his face into the concrete floor. “You think you own this block? You don’t own shit.”
Reiner came up behind me, clearing out the last of the goons, while Jean kicked open the final door. “Eren, we’re done here. The place is clear.”
But I wasn’t done. Not yet.
I stormed into the room, seeing the head honcho of this little operation trying to scramble for his gun. “You’re gonna regret this,” he spat, but his fear was evident. He knew exactly what was coming.
I grabbed him by the throat, lifting him off the ground with ease. “You’re the one who’s gonna regret this.” I slammed his back into the wall, pinning him there. The Butchers were still in my hands, and this guy’s fate was sealed.
Jean called out, “Eren, don’t waste time. Let’s get out of here.”
But I couldn’t resist. I pressed the barrel of my Beretta into the guy’s forehead, a sick smile pulling at the corners of my lips. “You wanted to take our turf, huh? Here’s your message.”
I squeezed the trigger. His body went limp, a final breath escaping his lips as his blood splattered across the walls.
“Done.” I turned to Jean and Reiner, the rush still surging through me.
Reiner gave me a smirk. “You’re fucking crazy, man.”
I chuckled darkly, wiping the blood from my face with the back of my hand. “Maybe. But that’s why they respect me.”
As another body hit the floor, I didn’t feel the usual rush of satisfaction. Not yet. There was one more thing to take care of. I was done with the shooting for now, but I needed answers—needed to send a message to anyone else who might think they could just step on our turf without consequences.
I walked over to the head honcho, who was still gasping for air, trying to lift his hands in defense but failing miserably. He was weak. Pathetic. A useless leader. A foolish man who had the audacity to think he could challenge us.
I grabbed him by the collar, dragging him across the floor and tossing him into a chair. His head snapped back against the wood with a sickening thud, but I didn’t care. I pulled a set of zip ties from my pocket, expertly securing his wrists to the arms of the chair, making sure he couldn’t move, couldn’t run. His fear was palpable as he stared at me, eyes wide, probably wondering if I was about to end him right here.
“What’s your name?” I asked, my voice low and dangerous.
He swallowed hard, looking at me like I was a monster. “You think you’re gonna get away with this?”
I leaned in close, my breath hot against his ear as I whispered, “I think you’re the one who’s about to answer some questions.”
His eyes flickered to the Beretta in my hand, and I couldn’t help but smirk. It was just a reminder of who was in control. The guy’s breath was shaky now, sweat trickling down his forehead. He opened his mouth to say something, but I cut him off with a sharp command. “Name. Now.”
His mouth tightened, and for a moment, I thought he might not speak at all. But after a few tense seconds, he relented. “Leon. My name’s Leon.”
“Good,” I muttered. Then, I straightened up, taking a step back and giving him some space to think—though I wasn’t about to make this easy on him. “Now, Leon, I have a few questions for you. You listen, and you answer. Real simple. First one—who’s running your shit now?”
He swallowed again, his throat visibly tightening. “I—We’re not with the Vipers anymore. We’re under new leadership. Darius... He’s the one you should be talking to.”
I grinned, a dark, twisted smile stretching across my face. “Darius, huh? That’s funny, because I thought your guys were the Vipers.”
He hesitated, but I could see the fear in his eyes now, knowing he was digging a deeper hole for himself with every word he spoke. “We were. But not anymore. Darius—he made some moves, took out the old crew, and now he runs the whole east side.”
I laughed softly, the sound cold and menacing. “Darius, huh? So this is how it’s going down now, huh? You think you’re gonna come onto my block, run it like it’s some new kingdom, huh? Darius doesn’t control shit. This is still my city, Leon. My fucking city.”
His gaze darted around the room, like he was trying to find a way out—some way to escape the reality that he was caught in a trap. But there was no escape. Not for him. Not for any of them.
“Darius thinks he can just come in here and take over, huh?” I said, mostly to myself, as I paced in front of him, my fingers trailing over the grip of the Beretta.
I knelt down in front of him, leaning in close again, so close I could feel the heat from his breath on my skin. “I’m gonna give you a choice, Leon,” I said softly, my voice dripping with menace. “You’re gonna tell me everything about Darius’s operation. Where he’s hiding, who’s with him, all of it. Or I’ll make sure you never get a chance to run that mouth of yours again.”
He shook his head, trying to plead. “I don’t know! I swear, I—”
I cut him off, pressing the barrel of the Beretta to his kneecap. He yelped in pain, his body tensing in terror. “You don’t know? You better know, because if you don’t, I’ll start with the fingers. Let’s see if you remember where you put all that information then.”
He blanched, his eyes going wide as he realized the kind of hell he was about to endure. “Alright! Alright! I’ll tell you everything! Just don’t—don’t hurt me, please.”
I smiled again, pulling the gun away from his knee and setting it down on the table in front of him, giving him just enough space to breathe. But not enough to get comfortable. “Good. That’s what I like to hear.”
“Darius... He’s got a stash house just outside the city, up by the old docks. He’s been dealing with some... some big names. He’s working with other gangs and shit man. It’s not just the Eastside anymore. He’s got muscle from all over.”
I nodded slowly, taking in everything he said. This was exactly what I needed. Darius had moved in fast, taking advantage of the gap in the market left by the Vipers. But he wasn’t going to keep it for long. “You know, Leon,” I said, my voice cold as I leaned in close to his ear, “You just made a real smart decision. You gave me everything I need. But that doesn’t mean you’re gonna walk away from this clean.”
His eyes widened in fear again, but I didn’t give him a chance to speak. I stood up, pulling a knife from my belt and flipping it open. “You think we’re done here? Nah.”
The blade flashed, and in one swift motion, I slashed through the zip ties holding his wrists. “I don’t want you to forget who did this to you. And the next time someone from your crew comes sniffing around here, you tell them to keep their hands off my turf.”
I turned my back on him, walking toward the exit. I was done with him.
“And Leon?” I called over my shoulder, stopping in the doorway.
He looked up, terrified. “W-what?”
“Tell Darius I’m coming for him. And when I find him, I’m taking his head. Don’t make me look for him.”
As I was walking to leave the room, a flicker of movement caught my eye. Leon, desperate and panicked, was trying to crawl away, dragging his broken body toward the door. He thought he could escape—thought maybe I’d let him run off with his life. Big mistake.
I didn’t even hesitate. I pulled the Beretta from my waistband, aiming at his back. BANG! The shot rang out, the bullet piercing his spine, sending him crashing to the floor with a scream. Blood pooled beneath him, his body twitching from the shock of the impact.
I laughed. It was a dark, twisted laugh, one that felt almost alive inside me. I skipped over to him, my footsteps light and fast, like a predator closing in on its prey.
“Opps,” I mocked, bending down next to him. His face was contorted in pain, eyes wide, tears mixing with the blood on his face. I could see the fear in his eyes as he tried to drag himself forward, but his body refused to cooperate.
I leaned in close, my voice dropping to a sickening whisper. “That was for your ankle.”
Without another word, I aimed the Beretta at his ankle and pulled the trigger again.
BANG!
This time, the shot was so precise, the bullet shattered through the joint, and I watched with twisted satisfaction as his body jerked violently on the floor, unable to move much. The scream he let out was the final cry of a man who knew he wasn’t getting out of this alive.
He was done. There was no more begging, no more running. Just a broken body on the floor, his life fading away with every second.
I stood there for a moment, savoring the sound of his labored breathing, feeling the adrenaline pumping through my veins.
“Don’t forget who runs this,” I muttered, a dark grin spreading across my face as I turned and walked out, leaving him to bleed out in that empty room.
Jean and Reiner were looking at me crazy but who the fuck really cares. then Jean said "I see why Ony wants you away from his cousin.."
Jean’s words hit me like a slap, and the moment he said her name, my mind went dark. "I see why Ony wants you away from his cousin..."
That was all it took. Every ounce of control I’d been holding onto snapped. I wasn’t thinking anymore—I was reacting, my body moving before my brain could catch up. I was on him in an instant, fingers wrapping around his collar, yanking him toward me as my fist swung.
But Jean, quick as ever, dodged. Just barely.
He smirked, but I could see the flicker of caution in his eyes as he backed away, positioning himself defensively.
"Yo, chill, Eren," Reiner’s voice came from behind, but I wasn’t hearing him. My mind was only on one thing: her. Jean had spoken her name like it was nothing, like he could just throw it around without consequences. That shit was unforgivable.
“Don't fucking talk about her,” I growled through gritted teeth, my knuckles tight on Jean’s shirt, ready to drag him into the dirt if he even dared to finish his sentence.
Jean's smirk faltered as he raised his hands in mock surrender, though his eyes were still full of challenge. He wasn’t scared of me, not like some of the others. But that’s why I hated him—he had a way of getting under my skin, like he was always poking the beast, daring me to lash out.
"Relax, man," he said, trying to step back, but I wasn’t about to let him get away that easily. I wanted him to understand that there were lines you didn’t cross.
But before I could move again, Reiner stepped between us, pushing me back with his arm. "That's enough, Eren. Don't make us deal with your shit again."
I gritted my teeth, but he had a point. If I went any further, I’d make everything worse—not just for myself, but for the crew. And I hated when Jean was right, but in this moment, he was right. I needed to focus.
Still, the words were there, gnawing at the back of my mind—her name, and the thought of anyone disrespecting her, anyone mentioning her like that, made my blood boil.
I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself. "Next time, don’t mention her name," I spat, voice low but dripping with menace. "Or I’ll make sure you don’t walk straight for a week."
Jean just rolled his eyes, but I could see the flicker of uncertainty in his face as he glanced at Reiner. He knew I wasn’t joking.
Reiner shook his head and muttered, "You’re too damn impulsive."
I didn’t care. Jean needed to learn. Everyone needed to learn. She was mine.
And I would kill anyone who thought they could touch what was mine.
I sat in my car parked across the street, the low rumble of the engine barely audible in the quiet night. The darkness cloaked me, but my eyes were locked on her house. Her house. The only place that felt like a beacon in this fucked-up world. I was supposed to be back at the warehouse, standing in front of Levi, giving him the rundown with Jean and Reiner. But screw that. I didn’t care about Levi’s glares or his threats.
This? This was more important.
The window was cracked just enough for me to hear their voices drifting out. Ony’s deep, pissed-off tone echoed into the night, laced with frustration and anger. He was arguing with her, and I knew exactly what it was about.
Me.
I leaned back in my seat, lighting a cigarette, the flame briefly illuminating my face before darkness swallowed me again. I smirked as I took a long drag. Fucking idiot. He thought he could keep me away. Thought he could scare her into staying clear of me.
He didn’t know her like I did. Doesn’t know how much she needed someone like me.
The argument grew louder, Ony’s voice sharp and commanding. “I’m serious, Y/N! Stay away from him. He’s dangerous. He’ll ruin you.”
I chuckled under my breath, blowing out a cloud of smoke. Dangerous? Yeah, maybe. But ruin her? Not a chance. I’d protect her from everyone else, even if I had to be the monster in the shadows to do it. She didn’t need protection from me; she needed protection from them. From people who didn’t understand her. People like Ony.
Her voice rose next, defiant and fierce, cutting through the night air. “I don’t need you to tell me what to do! You think you’re any better? You’ve been in that life longer than him!”
I felt a strange mix of pride and amusement bubble up. That’s my girl. Standing her ground even against someone like Ony. She wasn’t as fragile as everyone thought. She had fire, and that fire burned for me, even if she didn’t fully realize it yet.
Ony’s reply was muffled, but his frustration was clear. The argument continued, and I couldn’t help but relish the chaos. He was losing control, and he knew it.
I ashed the cigarette out on the side of the car, flicking the butt onto the pavement. My patience was wearing thin. Hearing her defend me, knowing she was willing to fight for me—it made my blood hum.
I glanced at my phone, her name glowing on the screen in my messages. Still on read. My jaw clenched. She was trying to make me sweat, but two could play that game. If she thought ignoring me would keep me away, she was wrong.
I tapped my fingers on the steering wheel, debating whether to text her again or just walk up to her door. Make Ony regret ever thinking he could keep me at arm’s length.
But for now, I waited. Watched. Because soon enough, she’d come to me. They always did.
Ony’s footsteps were heavy, his expression stormy as he slammed the front door behind him. He spotted my car immediately, his eyes narrowing like a predator locking onto its prey. His hand went to his waistband, and I caught the glint of steel under the streetlight as he stormed across the street.
I rolled my eyes but kept my cool, letting my hand rest lazily on the wheel. I knew what was coming. Sure enough, Ony stalked right up to the driver’s side, his gun already cocked, and pointed it directly at my head.
I didn’t flinch.
Rolling down the window, I came face-to-face with the barrel, a calm smirk tugging at my lips. "The fuck you doing outside my crib, E?" Ony growled, his voice low and dangerous. His finger twitched on the trigger, but I could see the restraint in his eyes. He wasn’t ready to pull it—not yet.
I leaned back slightly, resting my arm on the open window, completely unfazed. “Relax, big guy,” I drawled, my tone smooth, almost mocking. “Just enjoying the night air. Didn’t know I needed an invite to park on a public street.”
Ony’s jaw tightened, his grip on the gun firm. “Don’t play games with me. You’re here for her, aren’t you? You don’t know when to quit.”
I chuckled softly, my eyes never leaving his. “Quit? Nah. I don’t do that. Especially not when it comes to Y/N.”
His expression darkened further, and I could feel the tension rolling off him in waves. “You’re a sick bastard, Eren,” he spat. “You’re gonna drag her down with you, and you don’t even care.”
I shrugged, still grinning. “Maybe. But you and I both know she doesn’t want out. She’s got a taste for this now, and you can’t scare her away. You’re just pissed you can’t control her anymore.”
That hit a nerve. Ony pressed the barrel harder against my forehead, his eyes blazing with fury. “You don’t get it, do you? I’ll put you in the ground before I let you ruin her life.”
I tilted my head slightly, my smirk never wavering. “Go ahead,” I taunted, my voice a low murmur. “Pull the trigger, Ony. Let’s see how that plays out. But we both know you won’t. ‘Cause if you do, you’ll lose her for good. And you can’t handle that, can you?”
For a moment, the world seemed to stand still. His finger hovered over the trigger, his breathing heavy. But then, slowly, he pulled the gun back, his hands trembling slightly. He was furious, but he wasn’t stupid.
“You’re a dead man walking, Eren,” Ony muttered, shoving the gun back into his waistband. “Stay the hell away from my cousin.”
I leaned forward slightly, my smirk widening. “Can’t promise that, Ony,” I said quietly, my tone dripping with defiance. “She’s already mine.”
Ony stared at me for a long moment, his fists clenched at his sides. Then, without another word, he turned and stormed off down the street, leaving me sitting there, my heart pounding with adrenaline.
I watched Ony storm off toward the house, his shoulders tense, his fists clenched. I let out a low chuckle, thinking the storm had passed. But then he stopped, just a few steps from his front door, and turned back around. His face was a mask of rage, and before I could even register what was happening—
BANG.
The sharp crack of the gun echoed through the quiet street, followed almost immediately by another. BANG.
I didn’t flinch, but my heart raced for a split second, instinctively bracing for the searing burn of a bullet. Except it didn’t come. Instead, the sound of glass shattering and metal crunching reached my ears.
I glanced to my side and saw the spiderweb cracks spreading across my passenger-side window. The second shot had ripped right through the rear quarter panel. Ony had shot my car.
“Crazy bastard,” I muttered under my breath, half-impressed, half-pissed.
The neighborhood stayed eerily silent; no one dared peek through their curtains. Everyone knew better than to get involved. That’s the kind of respect Ony commanded around here. But me? I wasn’t scared. This was a game we’d been playing for a while now, and I wasn’t about to back down.
I leaned out the window slightly, my voice carrying across the empty street. “Nice aim, Ony! You miss me already?”
He stood there for a second longer, his gun still raised as if he was contemplating whether to send a third bullet my way. Finally, he lowered it, shaking his head before disappearing into the house without another word.
I exhaled slowly, a smirk creeping back onto my face. “Cute,” I muttered, running a hand through my hair. My car was a mess, but I didn’t care. This wasn’t over. Not by a long shot.
Pulling my phone out again, I shot Y/N another text. Me: You’re not answering me, baby. I don’t like being ignored.Then, after a pause, I added: Me: See you soon.
I tossed the phone onto the passenger seat, my eyes flicking back to the house. Ony thought this was a warning. But all he did was fuel the fire.
I watched him go, then glanced back at the house. My smirk faded slightly as I pulled my phone out, my thumb hovering over Y/N’s contact. She hadn’t responded yet, but that didn’t matter. I’d see her soon enough.
I watched Ony who was glaring at me with a smile and it pissed me off he shot up my fucking green hellcat…he smirked then started walking back to his house again…. Fucking psycho.
My fingers itched, the weight of my Glock sitting snug in my lap. I let him get a few more steps ahead, then— BANG.
The shot rang out, slicing through the quiet night. Ony stumbled forward, his hand clutching at his arm as blood began to seep through his shirt.
“Ah, shit!” he growled, spinning around to face me, murder in his eyes.
I leaned out the window, my laugh echoing down the block like it was the punchline to some sick joke. “Missed your heart,” I called out, my grin wide and unrepentant. “Next time, maybe?”
Before Ony could say a word, the front door slammed open, and Y/N came storming out, her eyes blazing with fury. She was still in her house slippers, her arms crossed over her chest, but the fire in her eyes made me sit up a little straighter.
“Eren!” she snapped, her voice cutting through the night. “What the hell is wrong with you?! You’re insane!”
I shrugged, still grinning. “Only for you, baby.”
“Don’t call me that,” she shot back, her glare sharp enough to cut glass. She turned to Ony, who was still clutching his arm. “And you,” she pointed, her voice softer but still filled with irritation, “get in the house before you bleed out on the porch.”
Ony shook his head, his jaw clenched as he locked eyes with me one more time. “This ain’t over,” he growled, backing toward the door.
“It never is,” I called after him, watching as he disappeared inside.
Y/N was still standing on the porch, arms crossed, staring daggers at me. “Go home, Eren,” she said firmly. “You’re not helping anything.”
I chuckled, resting my arm on the window. “You really think I’m just gonna walk away after that?”
Her glare didn’t waver. “If you have even a shred of decency left, you will.”
I leaned back in my seat, giving her a long, slow once-over. “You know I can’t stay away from you,” I said, my voice low. “Not now, not ever.”
She rolled her eyes, spinning on her heel. “You’re impossible,” she muttered, slamming the door behind her.
I smirked, starting the car. “Yeah, but you love it.”
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I slammed the door shut behind us, locking it as Ony staggered toward the couch. His hand was still pressed against his arm, blood seeping through his fingers. My heart was pounding so loud it felt like it might burst out of my chest.
“I can’t believe you and Eren were shooting at each other!” I snapped, grabbing a towel from the kitchen and tossing it to him. “Isn’t that against some gang code or something? Like I’d even know.”
Ony grimaced as he pressed the towel to his arm. “Ain’t about codes right now,” he muttered. “Just text Hange and give them the house address.”
I hesitated for a second. “Hange? Who’s Hange?”
“Just do it, Y/N,” he said through gritted teeth. “They’re the crew’s medic.”
I grabbed his phone off the coffee table, my fingers fumbling slightly as I unlocked it and scrolled through his contacts. Hange’s name popped up immediately. I typed out a quick text, adding the house address before hitting send.
“They’ll be here in a few,” I said, dropping the phone onto the table.
Ony leaned back, his face twisted in pain. “That idiot,” he muttered. “Eren doesn’t think. He acts.”
I folded my arms, pacing back and forth. “You’re not exactly the poster boy for rational behavior either. You both could’ve killed each other out there!”
Ony shot me a look, his expression dark. “And you think he wouldn’t kill for you? That man’s already got one foot in hell, Y/N. Don’t let him drag you in with him.”
I stopped pacing, my stomach churning. “I didn’t ask for this, Ony. You’re both acting like I’m some prize to be fought over.”
He scoffed, shaking his head. “It’s not about that. Eren… he’s dangerous. You think you’ve seen the worst of him, but you haven’t. Not even close.”
I swallowed hard, my mind flashing back to Eren’s wild grin, the gleam in his eyes when he shot at Ony. “He wouldn’t hurt me,” I said quietly, more to convince myself than anything.
Ony gave a bitter laugh. “He wouldn’t mean to, but that’s the thing about men like him. The chaos follows, and sooner or later, it’ll swallow you whole.”
Before I could respond, there was a sharp knock at the door. I rushed to open it, and there stood Hange, a medical bag slung over their shoulder, their eyes scanning the room with a mix of amusement and exasperation.
“Well,” Hange said, stepping inside, “looks like someone’s been busy tonight.”
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kusatta · 3 months ago
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“   do such affairs truly concern you   ?   “   a cant of the hunter’s head,   he watches the other stoically.   “   i will be long gone by the time they do,   less you interfere.   “
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 ❝  I  can't  WAIT  for  them  to  realize  what  kind  of  person  you  TRULY  are .   ❞
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xxwelxx · 8 months ago
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Omg speak ur language day :3
فيني احكي هيك، بس عمفكر…
Bikoon a7san iza ba7kee heik la2eno 2ashal la 2ili
Bas hala2 mb3rf shoo 2a7ki 3n
Yimken 2ino lamat tarjimu 3arabi msh min MSA mara7 tifhamoni mnee7, especially iza ba7kee heik sorryy </3
Fee kteer lihjat bil 3arabi 3njd sometimes b7is ino mamna7ki nafs illugha, bas here we are I guess
7ta ma3 2ahli kaman, mabee2ulu nafs il kalimat ili 2ana b2ul. Kunit 2akhaf 2a7ki ma3 7adan lama kunit sgheer, fa 3arabiti msh mnee7 2ad ma bidi yaha, bas ya3nee at least ba3rifa yeah? W kaman il madraseh ma 3alamitna mnee7 tbh…
Kman 2ana bil 2aSil msh mnee7 bil 2iraya wl qwa3id tab3i mitlil khara ngl…… bas hay min il madraseh, 3am ba7ki 3an mukhi w keef ma fini 2i2ra WHATEVER
Ba3dni bkhaf la2a7ki bil3arabi ma3 7adan tani, la2eno 2imi kanet ta7ki billihjat 2ili bta7kee ma3on. W ma bifham kul luhje bil 3alam la 2a3mil nafs ilshee, fa ma kunit 2a7kee w 3anjad it ruined my arabic <///3
Bas bseer 2a7san kul ma be7ki, kulla practice :3
Anywayz
بشوفكن بعدين
باي باي مواه
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shakertwelve · 1 year ago
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BLAC KMAN knuckle tats (on the costume) duh
(ON THE COSTUME)...he painted it on the gloves in wite-out...
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bees-oc-blog · 2 years ago
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ok fellas. sclormbo time.
gonna stick w just my 3 splat ocs and my splatsona for now bc other ocs are just kinda. there. n idk what to do w them now... too much yuck from ex but nows not da time for dat goku.
Mimic🍇she/they🍇22🍇5'2
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originally from a really small town in the middle of the splatsville desert, they would participate in turf battles with the other kids there. These turf games were typically really messy with modified and unofficial rules, sort of an "everything goes" kinda deal. They were the person to go to for weapon fixes and modifications. When she moved to spaltsville city, she didnt understand the official rules/didnt think they really mattered that much and modded weapons illegally and ended up being banned from turf, resulting in them being stuck working at Grizzco for a while. Grizzco is where they met @r1kafy 's oc Syren :] also over time met @smoothgator 's oc Flapjack and @silly-guy-supreme 's Kman and they formed a band together called KFMS
Senta🫐he/they🫐26🫐6'1🫐genderfluid
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Oh the little bastard <3
He's a full time Toni Kensa model and on the side just for fun he does pinup modeling for several different magazine companies. Hes really flirty and uses pet names constantly for poor Hapa- He grew up in inkopolis but moved to Splatsville for a change of scenery and he got transferred there for work and is now the splatsville rep for kensa. He's also one of KFMS's biggest (and only) fans. Doesnt play turf much but he's mostly a dualies main (any kind) and he HATESSSS salmon run w his life he cant get past overachiever
Hapalo (Hapa)🍌he/him🍌25🍌5'4🍌trans man
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The autism incarnate <3 he's highkey obsessed w senta but not in the creepy way but the autism way- like celebrity crush ish??? but anyways he's collected practically every single pic of senta to exist ever. (including the spicy ones from his pinup modeling) He has chronic resting bitch face but hes a masdive sweetheart. He also purrs/growls when affectionate (sounds like two rocks rubbing against each other) i have the wild hc that the radula in octos and squids moved to the back of their throat and they can rub it against the back of their throat to make a purring sound
HapaSen (ship between hapa and senta)
posts tagged w this may b nsfwish so b warned
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but!! u can read abt their first meeting here
meeeee :]🐝 he/they🐝aroace🐝t4t
thats it thats the post hes just me
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msoreook · 1 year ago
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W isa Hayb2a 3andi kazza shoghl paid hourly w kman passive income mn el dropshipping w ha3ali w akabar saf7ti bta3t el dentistry. Isa hab2a haga kbeeeeeraaa awi w ghanya awi isa. Inshallah hageeb 3arbya hekwa awi awi mn el nefsi fehom w ageeb 3omara kamla f October akhleeha sakan banat w aksab floos tanya kman passive income isa isa and then mashroo3 el french fries msh nasyak haha w isa my own clinic kman YARAB
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lpm24k · 2 months ago
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Kman 6ixx, Tman - Pestilence (Official Music Video)
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mixed-alien · 10 months ago
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Tol 3omry mfkara eny open minded w msh homophobic, la w ehtmal ab2a bi kman lhad enhrda
Feh bnt gat tklemny b3d el tamren w hatet edeha 3la dahry w 2rabet awy w sa2ltny “hwa enty btetmrany eh?”, f 2oltlha btmran f el bet w pole most of the time, rahet nazelt edeha shwia w 2altly “bs you have a great physique”, mtkhyaltesh eny f hyaty hb2a aggressive m3 bnt kda, ba3dt edeha w 2oltlha eb3edy shwia w etklemy bsot 3ali (even tho she’s hot)
Mtle3tsh bi!!
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sherewrytes · 13 days ago
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Thank you to everyone who got me to 10000 likes!
Here is a wild lil sum sum
Geto x black f reader
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Fic was inspired by Obsessed and  Little Miss Best Body by Kman 6ixx
Banner by Cafekitsune :)
The bassline hit like a pulse, heavy and relentless, vibrating through the floors of the club. Geto leaned back in the VIP section, drink in hand, surrounded by Gojo, Nanami, and Haibara. The four of them were deep in conversation, laughter spilling out over the music. Geto, ever calm, glanced over the edge of their booth to survey the chaos below—and that’s when he saw you.
Thirty-inch jet-black bust-down, edges perfectly laid, skin glowing under the pulsing neon lights. Your dress, tight and shimmering, barely skimmed the curve of your fat ass, accentuating thick thighs that had his mouth going dry. Every sway of your hips seemed deliberate, a silent command that pulled his eyes and made the noise around him fade into nothing.
“Yo, Suguru, you good?” Gojo’s voice cut through his trance, a teasing smirk pulling at his lips when he saw where Geto’s attention was locked. “You’re looking like you’ve seen the second coming.”
Geto ignored him, setting his drink down with a controlled precision. “Who is she?” he murmured, his voice low but dangerous. His fingers drummed once on the table before he rose. The air around him shifted, a palpable intensity silencing any jokes from his friends.
As he made his way through the crowd, his eyes never left you. You were mid-laugh with your girlfriends, the picture of confidence, when you felt it—a weight, a heat. Turning your head, you caught sight of him. Dark eyes burned into yours, his sharp features set in a look that promised nothing short of devastation.
He didn’t stop until he was standing before you, his towering frame casting a shadow. The music thudded around you, but his voice cut through it effortlessly. “Dance with me.” It wasn’t a request.
You blinked up at him, heart racing. Something about his energy—calm, calculated, utterly commanding—had you obeying before you even processed his words. His hand found your waist, large and firm, as he pulled you flush against him. The heat of his body sent a shiver down your spine, his breath ghosting over your ear as he leaned down.
“You’ve been tempting me all night, gorgeous,” he murmured, his voice a low growl. “Now you’re mine.”
The way he moved against you was a sin—controlled but feral, his grip on your waist tightening as if daring you to pull away. But you didn’t. Couldn’t. His scent, his voice, his presence swallowed you whole, leaving no room for anything else.
Gojo’s voice echoed distantly from their booth. “Geto’s done for. Someone say a prayer for that poor girl.” But the only thing you felt like praying for was that this night would never end.
Geto’s grip on your waist tightened as he guided you closer, his body molding against yours with a possessive energy that left you breathless. The crowd around you faded into irrelevance, the pulsing lights and music serving as nothing more than a backdrop to the electric connection between you two.
His lips brushed against your ear, sending a jolt through your body. “What’s your name?” he asked, though it felt more like a demand.
You tilted your head back, your lips dangerously close to his. “Why should I tell you?” you teased, though your voice betrayed your racing pulse.
A smirk curved his lips, his hand sliding down to rest just above the curve of your ass. “Because, sweetheart,” he murmured, his tone laced with authority, “I’m not leaving this club without knowing it—and without making sure you don’t forget mine.”
Your friends exchanged wide-eyed glances from a distance, some whispering about the mysterious, devastatingly handsome man who had pulled you away. Gojo’s commentary continued from the VIP section, his laughter carrying even over the music. “Looks like Geto’s about to ruin someone’s life in the best way.”
Back on the dance floor, you felt your resolve faltering under the intensity of Geto’s gaze. His other hand reached up to brush a stray strand of hair from your face, his fingers grazing your jawline in a way that made your knees weak.
“Still playing hard to get?” he asked, his smirk deepening as you struggled to maintain your composure.
“Depends,” you said, finally meeting his eyes head-on. “Are you worth the trouble?”
Geto chuckled darkly, his voice dropping to a near-growl. “I’m worth far more than that. But don’t take my word for it. Let me show you.”
Before you could respond, he leaned down, his lips brushing yours in a kiss that was both commanding and intoxicating. His hands held you firmly, anchoring you in place as his tongue teased at yours, claiming you in front of the entire room.
When he finally pulled back, his thumb traced your bottom lip as he whispered, “That’s just the beginning. Now, let’s get out of here before I decide to take you right here.”
You could only nod, your heart pounding in anticipation as he laced his fingers through yours and led you out of the club, his boys smirking knowingly as they watched you disappear into the night.
The moment you stepped outside the humid club air and into the cool night breeze, the atmosphere shifted. Geto’s grip on your hand remained firm, his pace deliberate as he guided you to his sleek black car parked a little way down the street.
He opened the passenger door for you, his dark eyes scanning your face for any hesitation. You gave him a small smirk before slipping inside, the dress riding up slightly as you adjusted yourself on the leather seat. He noticed, of course, his jaw tightening as he shut the door with a quiet but decisive click.
Sliding into the driver’s seat, Geto started the engine, the low purr vibrating through the quiet tension that had settled between you. The club’s distant bass was still in your chest, but now it was overshadowed by the growing anticipation as he drove, his hand resting possessively on your thigh.
“Where are we going?” you asked, your voice steady but tinged with curiosity.
“Somewhere we won’t be interrupted,” he replied simply, glancing at you with a smirk that sent shivers down your spine.
The ride wasn’t long, but every second felt stretched thin with the charged silence between you. When he finally pulled into the driveway of a modern, upscale apartment complex, he parked and turned to you. His hand on your thigh tightened, his thumb brushing over your skin in a way that made your breath hitch.
“Last chance to back out,” he said, his tone deceptively soft, though his gaze left no room for doubt about what he wanted.
You met his eyes, your lips curving into a teasing smile. “I’m not going anywhere.”
That was all he needed. He was out of the car in a flash, opening your door and pulling you to your feet. His lips crashed onto yours the moment the door shut behind you, his hands gripping your waist as he pressed you against it. The kiss was all-consuming—dominant, demanding, leaving you gasping for air as he claimed your mouth over and over again.
Inside, Geto wasted no time. His movements were calculated but dripping with intensity. You barely had a moment to take in the sleek, minimalist decor of his apartment before he was backing you into the couch, his hands roaming your body like he couldn’t get enough.
“You’ve been driving me insane since I first saw you,” he growled, his voice rough as he trailed kisses down your neck. “Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me, walking around in that dress?”
You bit back a moan, your hands tangling in his hair as he gripped your thighs, spreading them apart to press himself between them. “Maybe I wore it for you,” you whispered, breathless.
That earned you a dark chuckle, his eyes blazing as he looked up at you. “Oh, sweetheart, you have no idea what you’ve just started.”
eto’s hands were relentless, sliding up your thighs as he caged you against the edge of the bed. The heat between you was palpable, every inch of him radiating an intensity that left you breathless. His lips hovered over yours, so close that you could feel the warmth of his breath, but he didn’t close the distance just yet.
Instead, his smirk deepened, dark eyes locked on yours. “You’ve been testing me all night,” he murmured, his voice a low growl. “Do you enjoy driving me insane? Watching me lose control?”
Your throat tightened under the weight of his words, but you refused to back down. “Maybe,” you whispered, your voice laced with defiance, though your body betrayed you with the way it leaned into his touch.
He chuckled darkly, his hand sliding up your waist and gripping your hip with a force that made your heart race. “You’ve got guts,” he said, his tone dripping with a mixture of amusement and warning. “But let me make one thing clear—you don’t play games with me and come out untouched.”
The air between you crackled, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife. His hand slid up your back, pulling you closer until there was no space left between your bodies. Your heart pounded against his chest as his lips brushed against your ear, his voice a low whisper that sent shivers down your spine.
“I’m going to make you feel me everywhere,” he promised, the weight of his words igniting something primal in you. “And when I’m done, you’ll know exactly who you belong to.”
You raised a brow at him, your lips curling into a smirk as your voice cut through the heated tension between you. “Belong to who? Boy, please.”
The words hit like a spark to gasoline, and Geto’s expression shifted instantly. His smirk dropped, replaced by a sharp, predatory grin that sent a shiver down your spine. He leaned in closer, his hand gripping your chin gently but firmly, forcing you to look directly into his dark, piercing eyes.
“You’ve got a sharp tongue, don’t you?” he murmured, his tone dangerously low. “But let me tell you something, sweetheart—you can play tough all you want, but the second I had you in my hands, you were mine.”
You scoffed, tilting your head defiantly despite the way his touch sent sparks shooting through you. “Big words for someone who doesn’t know if he can handle me.”
The challenge in your voice only seemed to amuse him. His grip on your chin tightened just slightly, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip as he leaned in so close that his lips barely brushed yours.
“Oh, I can handle you,” he said, his voice like a dark promise. “The question is, can you handle me?”
The tension between you was suffocating, a heady mix of dominance and defiance that left you both breathless. You refused to break eye contact, even as the weight of his presence pressed down on you, every word and touch stoking the fire growing between you
You took a slow step back, a teasing smile tugging at your lips as you maintained your defiance. Geto raised an eyebrow at your retreat, his head tilting ever so slightly as though he were assessing his next move. You expected him to close the gap between you again, but instead, he turned toward the sleek black nightstand.
His long fingers reached for a device you hadn’t noticed before—an Echo Dot—and with a simple command, the room was suddenly filled with the unmistakable opening of K Man 6ixx’s "Little Miss Best Body." The beat thumped low and deep, vibrating in sync with the charged atmosphere between you.
Your gaze snapped to him, your smile growing as you crossed your arms. “What do you know about this song?” you teased, arching a brow.
Geto turned back to you, a wicked grin playing on his lips as he leaned casually against the wall, his confidence emanating from every inch of him. “Doesn’t matter,” he said smoothly, his voice practically dripping with satisfaction. “What does matter is that it was written for a woman like you.”
That caught you off guard, but you refused to let it show. Your heart raced as his words sank in, the intensity of his gaze pinning you in place even as the song’s lyrics seemed to echo his unspoken thoughts. The way his eyes roamed your body as the beat pulsed through the air made you feel like the star of a private show.
“You’re smooth,” you replied, your voice steady despite the heat creeping up your neck.
“I’m honest,” he shot back, pushing off the wall and stalking toward you with slow, deliberate steps. The closer he got, the more you felt yourself drawn in by his magnetism, the air thick with the promise of what was to come.
The song continued, its bold lyrics adding a soundtrack to the charged dance of dominance and defiance between you two.
“So, are you gonna let me show you why it fits?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper as he stood just inches from you.
eto stood close enough that you could feel the heat radiating off him, the song's lyrics wrapping around you both like a sultry spell. His dark eyes bore into yours, a dangerous glint there that made your breath hitch. The beat of the song seemed to sync with the pounding of your heart, his slow smirk widening when he saw the slight tremble in your stance.
“Show me, huh?” you quipped, tilting your head with a challenging smile as you tried to regain the upper hand. “You think just playing a song is enough to impress me?”
He chuckled darkly, the sound low and intimate as his hand reached out, his fingers brushing lightly against your bare shoulder. The touch sent a jolt through you, but you refused to back down. His hand trailed deliberately down your arm, his fingers brushing over your wrist before he pulled back, his gaze never leaving yours.
“It’s not the song,” he said, his voice smooth and unwavering. “It’s the fact that every damn lyric in it reminds me of you.”
You swallowed hard, the confidence in his words unsettling in the best way. The way he said it made it impossible to doubt him—his voice was thick with conviction, laced with a possessiveness that made your legs feel weak.
“Oh yeah?” you challenged, trying to keep your tone light despite the fire licking at your veins. “You think you’ve got me figured out that easily?”
Geto leaned in then, his face just inches from yours as his hand returned to your waist, pulling you in closer than you thought possible. His lips brushed against the shell of your ear, sending a shiver down your spine as he whispered:
“I don’t need to figure you out. You’ve already told me everything I need to know—every move you make, every glance, every word. It’s all written right here.”
His fingers tapped lightly against your temple before sliding back down to your waist. You shivered again, cursing internally at how effortlessly he was breaking down your defenses.
As the beat of the song hit its peak, Geto’s other hand cupped your chin, tilting your face up toward his. His lips hovered just over yours, and his eyes locked onto yours like he could see straight into your soul.
“Now, are you going to let me prove it?” he asked, his voice a husky promise that made your pulse race.
The air between you and Geto grew impossibly dense, his eyes dark and unrelenting as they bore into yours. His grip on your waist tightened slightly, not enough to hurt but enough to anchor you in place as if daring you to pull away. Your breaths came quicker, the beat of the song syncing with the thrumming tension between you.
“Prove it?” you echoed, tilting your head slightly, a teasing smirk playing on your lips despite the heat coursing through your veins. “You keep talking, but I don’t see any action.”
The words hung in the air like a challenge, and his response was immediate—a low chuckle that reverberated in his chest as he leaned closer, his lips brushing against the corner of your mouth. His voice dropped, low and rough, as he whispered, “Careful what you wish for, sweetheart. You might not be able to handle it.”
You swallowed hard, refusing to let him see the effect his words had on you. Instead, you leaned back just enough to create a sliver of space between you, your hands resting lightly against his chest. The tension in his body was palpable beneath your touch, his muscles taut like a predator ready to pounce.
“Maybe you’re the one who can’t handle me,” you countered, your voice soft but laced with defiance.
His eyes flashed with something dangerous, a predatory grin curling his lips as he leaned in again. This time, his hand slid from your waist to the small of your back, pulling you flush against him. The friction of your bodies ignited a spark that had your resolve faltering, but you held your ground.
“You think I don’t know exactly what I’m dealing with?” he murmured, his lips so close that you could feel the heat of his breath. “You’ve had every man in that club wrapped around your finger tonight, but I’m not like them. I don’t chase—I claim.”
Your breath hitched, the sheer conviction in his tone setting your pulse racing. But you weren’t about to give in so easily. Sliding your hands up his chest, you hooked your arms loosely around his neck, leaning in just enough to graze your lips against his without closing the gap entirely.
“Then claim me,” you whispered, your voice barely audible over the song still playing in the background.
His grip on you tightened, his smirk fading into something darker, more dangerous. The air between you was electric, every inch of your body humming with anticipation as the tension reached a boiling point.
“Don’t tempt me,” he warned, his voice low and guttural. “Because once I do, there’s no going back.”
The challenge hung heavy in the air, daring either of you to make the next move. The question wasn’t if he would take the bait—it was how far you were both willing to go to see who would break first.
You held his gaze, unwavering, even as he casually pulled a sleek, pre-rolled blunt from the pocket of his jacket. His movements were deliberate, confident, every gesture commanding your attention. Without breaking eye contact, he lit the blunt, the flame from the lighter casting fleeting shadows across his sharp features. The faint crackle of burning paper filled the silence as the heady aroma of smoke began to curl into the space between you.
He took a slow, deliberate drag, the embers glowing brighter as his lips wrapped around the end of the blunt. The way he exhaled was almost sinful, the smoke escaping his mouth in a lazy stream, curling around his face as his half-lidded eyes stayed locked on yours.
“You want a taste, love?” he asked, his voice low and smooth, thickened by the haze of smoke and the weight of the tension between you.
Your lips parted slightly, not in response to his question but at the sheer boldness of it, the cocky smirk tugging at his mouth daring you to accept. His words felt like a double-edged sword, the promise of indulgence laced with the warning that nothing with him would be simple—or safe.
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Geto's eyes darkened with lust as he took in the sight of your glistening folds, his tongue darting out to wet his lips as he imagined the taste of you. He could feel his own arousal growing, his cock straining against the confines of his pants as he crawled over you, his body covering yours as he lowered his head between your thighs.
"Fuck, you're so wet for me already, aren't you, baby?" Geto groaned, his hot breath fanning over your sensitive flesh. "I can smell your arousal, feel it dripping onto my skin. You want this, don't you? Want me to taste you, to make you scream my name as I eat this pretty little pussy?"
He didn't wait for a response, his tongue delving between your folds, lapping at your essence as he groaned in pleasure. You tasted like heaven, like everything he had ever wanted and more. Geto licked and sucked at your clit, his tongue swirling around the sensitive nub as he slid a finger, then two, into your tight heat.
"That's it, baby," he murmured, his voice muffled against your skin. "Let me hear you. Let me feel you coming undone on my tongue. I want to drink down every drop of your pleasure, want to feel you shaking and quivering as I bring you to the edge and push you over."
Geto worked you with his mouth and fingers, his eyes locked on yours as he watched your face contort with pleasure. He could feel you getting closer, your walls fluttering around his digits as he curled them just right, hitting that spot that he knew would drive you wild.
Geto's cock throbbed painfully as he watched your face contort in ecstasy, your back arching off the bed as you cried out his name. He could feel your walls fluttering around his fingers, your slick arousal coating his hand as he worked you closer and closer to the edge.
"That's it, baby," he growled, his voice muffled against her sensitive flesh. "Let go for me. Come all over my fingers like the good girl you are. I want to feel you, taste you, drink down every last drop of your pleasure."
He redoubled his efforts, his tongue lashing at your clit as he fucked you with his fingers, curling them just right to hit that spot deep inside that he knew would drive you wild. Geto could feel his own arousal building, his cock straining against the confines of his pants as he lost himself in the taste and feel of you.
Your moans grew louder, your hips bucking against his face as you chased your release. Geto could feel the tension building in your body, the way you were shaking and trembling as you teetered on the brink. And then, with one final thrust of his fingers, he sent you flying over the edge.
"Fuck, yes," he groaned, his voice rough with need as he lapped at your cunt, drinking down your release as it gushed over his fingers. "So fucking good, baby. So fucking perfect."
Geto kissed his way up your body, his lips trailing over your skin as he crawled up to capture her mouth in a searing kiss. He could taste himself on you, the musky flavor of your arousal mingling with the sweetness of your lips, and it drove him crazy
Geto groaned into the kiss, his tongue delving deep to taste you fully, relishing the flavors of their combined arousals. His hard, throbbing cock pressed insistently against your thigh, the thin fabric of his pants doing little to conceal his desire. He needed to be inside you, to feel your hot, wet walls stretched around him as he claimed you.
Geto broke the kiss, his dark eyes locking with hers as he reached down to free his aching cock. He stroked himself, hissing at the sensation as his fingers wrapped around his thick shaft. "I need to be inside you," he rasped, his voice rough with need. "Need to feel you wrapped around me, squeezing me, milking me dry."
He positioned himself at your entrance, the head of his cock nudging your slick folds. "Tell me you want it," Geto growled, his eyes boring into yours. "Tell me you want me to fuck you, to fill you up until you're screaming my name."
He pressed forward slightly, just enough to tease you with the promise of his length. Geto could feel your heat, the way your body welcomed him, and it took every ounce of his self-control not to slam into you, to take you hard and fast until they both found release.
"Say it," he demanded, his voice a low, dangerous growl. "Say you want me to fuck you, to make you mine."
Please Suguru, you groaned trying to control yourself 
Geto's eyes flashed with dark desire at your breathy plea, a wicked grin spreading across his face. He loved the way you begged for him, the way your voice trembled with need as you surrendered yourself to him completely. It was intoxicating, addictive, and he wanted more.
"Please what, baby?" Geto purred, his voice low and seductive as he teased your entrance with the head of his cock again. "Please fuck you? Please fill you up until you're screaming? Please make you mine?"
He rolled his hips, grinding against you, letting you feel the hard, throbbing length of him, the promise of what was to come. Geto could feel you shaking beneath him, your body trembling with anticipation as you waited for him to claim you, to take your cunt hard and fast until they both found release.
"Say it," he demanded, his eyes burning into yours. "Beg me for it. Beg me to fuck you, to make you come all over my cock until you can't take anymore."
Geto knew he was being cruel, teasing you mercilessly, but he couldn't help it. He loved the way you responded to him, the way you surrendered yourself so completely to his touch, his desires. It made him feel powerful, virile, like he could conquer the world with just his body and his skills.
"Please, Suguru," you whimpered,your hips lifting off the bed in a desperate attempt to take him inside. "Please, I need it. I need you. Fuck me, fill me up, make me yours."
*With a low, animalistic growl, Geto slammed into you, burying himself to the hilt in
ouu fuck....hnghhh deep you moaned
Geto groaned as he felt your tight walls grip him like a vise, your body stretching to accommodate his thick length. He could feel every inch of you, the heat of you, the way you pulsed and fluttered around him as he began to move.
"Fuck, you feel so good," Geto grunted, his hips snapping forward as he set a relentless pace. "So fucking tight and wet, like you were made for me."
He leaned down, capturing your lips in a searing kiss as he thrust into you, his tongue delving deep to taste you, to claim you. Geto could feel you responding to him, her hips lifting to meet his thrusts, her hands gripping his shoulders as you moaned into his mouth.
"Yes, take it," he growled, his voice rough with pleasure. "Take my cock, all of it. Feel me inside you, stretching you, filling you up."
Geto could feel the heat building between them, the way their bodies moved in perfect sync, like they were made for each other. He could feel his own release approaching, the tension coiling in his balls as he pounded into her, chasing his pleasure.
"Come for me, baby," he rasped, his fingers finding your clit, rubbing the sensitive nub in time with his thrusts. "Come all over my cock, milk me dry. I want to feel you, taste you, drink down every last drop of your pleasure."
“too much Suguru too much ohhh god” you groaned then pushed him over to switch positions
Geto's eyes flew wide open as you suddenly flipped their positions, pinning him beneath her as you started to ride him with wild abandon. He let out a low, guttural moan, his hands flying to your hips to grip her tightly, to guide your movements as she bounced on his cock.
"Fuck, yes," he growled, his head falling back against the pillows as he lost himself in the sensation of your heat. "Take what you need, baby. Use me, fuck me, make me yours."
Geto could feel your walls gripping him like a vice, the wet heat of “her” surrounding him, engulfing him as you rode him hard and fast. He could feel every inch of your pussy walls, the way you moved, the way you ground down on him, taking him deeper with each thrust.
"You feel so fucking good," he panted, his hips bucking up to meet you, driving himself deeper into your tight channel. "So hot, so wet, so perfect. I could fuck you forever, never get enough of this sweet little pussy."
Geto could feel his release building again, the tension coiling in his balls as you rode him mercilessly. He could feel your own pleasure mounting, the way your body trembled and shook above him, your breath coming in short, sharp gasps as you chased your own release.
With a final, powerful thrust, he sent them both flying over the edge, his cock pulsing as he filled you with his seed, your walls clenching around him as you screamed your own release.
Suguru smiled at your fucked out state "Come clean up, I'll take care of you again later...
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