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✦ Nome do personagem: Conrad Nakahara Ryosuke. ✦ Faceclaim e função: Yuta - NCT. ✦ Data de nascimento: 26/10/1993. ✦ Idade: 30 anos. ✦ Gênero e pronomes: Masculino, ele/dele. ✦ Nacionalidade e etnia: Japonês, japonesa. ✦ Qualidades: Perspicaz, confiante, destemido. ✦ Defeitos: Ambicioso, autoritário, arrogante. ✦ Moradia: Elysian Fields. ✦ Ocupação: Proprietário do Dionysus Lounge e traficante internacional. ✦ Prompt: The Grumpy Neighbor. ✦ Twitter: @EF93NR ✦ Preferência de plot: ANGST, CRACK, HOSTILITY, ROMANCE, SMUT. ✦ Char como condômino: Conrad adquiriu o local por sua localização estratégica e luxuosa, recomendada por um contato no mundo criminoso. Sua natureza assertiva gera conflitos com vizinhos e impede a colaboração em projetos coletivos. Ele é exigente, crítico, indiferente aos outros moradores e evita fofocas, mas seu comportamento varia, sendo às vezes um companheiro de festas.

TW’s na bio: negligência parental, prostituição, tráfico de drogas.

Biografia:

Em Gangnam-gu, há rumores de que estrangeiros possam ter caráter duvidoso. Conrad, entretanto, sabia como fingir ser a exceção – ou pelo menos tentava.

Nascido no Japão, filho de executivos, mudou-se para São Francisco, Califórnia, ainda na infância e viveu grande parte de sua vida dentro do raio que designa até os dias atuais a famosa Japantown. Apesar de viver distante do solo nipônico, foi possível cultivar suas verdadeiras raízes e mergulhar na cultura japonesa, embora reconhecesse que não era o mesmo que estar no país de origem.

Ryosuke teve bastante tempo para aproveitar o que as vertentes ocidentais tinham de melhor a oferecer, e mesmo sem precisar trabalhar, já que tinha tudo, durante sua adolescência procurou de alguma forma preencher a lacuna deixada por seus progenitores. Como consequência ele faturou dinheiro, o que não fazia diferença, pois a mesada que recebia era generosa, e o que não era um fator de necessidade acabou se transformando em uma válvula de escape. Não obstante, o unigênito fosse filho de magnatas que possuíam startups renomadas, no extremo oeste dos EUA, ainda havia uma carência afetiva em torno da família que vivia de aparências.

Por mais que os seus pais oferecessem dinheiro, roupas de marcas de grife e regalias, nada preenchia a solidão que ele sentia. A atenção que recebia nas poucas horas que passava com os executivos era insuficiente e detestava ser cuidado por terceiros, exceto por Takehiko Egawa – alguém que teve como amigo por muito tempo. O senhor Egawa era um conterrâneo mais velho que trabalhava na grande casa dos Nakahara, com quem ele, além de admirar, aprendeu a dar valor à música, algo que ainda o cativa até hoje.

Mas como era de se esperar, nada em sua vida era perfeito, a única pessoa que mais demonstrava se importar com ele naquela casa, desapareceu de sua vida devido às acusações infundadas da matriarca histérica.

A solidão despertou nele uma ambição absurda e há muito reprimida, o levando a querer ser o centro das atenções independentemente de quem estivesse ao seu redor. Isso alimentou uma carência afetiva que ele não sabia como lidar. Sem perceber, ele estava a poucos passos de arruinar sua vida com decisões irracionais, mesmo antes de atingir a maioridade. No entanto, o seu problema não era uma simples carência típica de um jovem em sua posição social. Ele não era um mimado, muito longe disso.

Para sua infelicidade teve o caráter moldado a partir de seu trabalho como web lewd model, onde vendia fotos e vídeos de teor sexual em sites restritos, voltados ao público feminino. Isso tudo para inflar um ego insaciável e alimentar um lado narcisista seu que, até então, não havia se dado conta ter desabrochado.

O “negócio passatempo” deu tão certo que o japonês acabou se tornando requisitado entre muitos jovens, recebendo muitas visualizações e atingindo interesse até de públicos não alvos. Afinal, o lucro e a popularidade que partia de outros gêneros não importava para ele, somente a atenção.

Viver a popularidade através do obsceno parecia finalmente ser um tranquilizante de ânimos.

Sem pensar nas consequências de manchar o sobrenome da família, era o seu bem estar em jogo acompanhado da mais pura imaturidade. E a sexualidade não sendo um tabu naquela época e lugar em que vivia, acabavam se tornando suas aliadas nas conquistas, dobrando sua fama e a estendendo para outros grupos de colégios vizinhos, incluindo os rivais.

Os impactos dos atos inconsequentes do rapaz só se tornaram evidentes quando ele foi flagrado aos amassos em um banheiro feminino do colégio, compartilhando substâncias ilícitas com uma colega de sua turma em plena luz do dia. Porém, a parte das drogas não foi levada adiante pela direção, pois havia toda a influência do sobrenome da família envolvida e a pressão imposta pelo patriarca dela furioso; o único detalhe que evitou que o acontecimento viesse à tona, enquanto que o prestígio já não existisse mais tanto depois de inúmeras decisões inescrupulosas tomadas.

Mas o ponto culminante para o estrangeiro foi a cena de seu pai ameaçando acabar com a reputação da instituição, caso tentassem algo contra a sua imagem. Um verdadeiro momento de realização para Ryosuke, onde ele finalmente se sentiu importante, ainda que momentaneamente, ver o patriarca preocupado com algo seu foi extasiante. Sem dúvidas, a melhor sensação de proteção dentre pouquíssimas já vividas.

Apesar da proteção e preocupação do patriarca com o ocorrido, Nakahara foi enviado para estudar na Coreia do Sul, em um pequeno vilarejo localizado na ilha de Ulleung, assim que concluiu a High School, sem poder protestar e sob a condição de ser apoiado financeiramente pelo casal. Aquilo causou uma grande revolta no japonês que, para agradecê-los da “melhor” maneira, se envolveu com o mais perigoso negócio ao contrabandear narcóticos, anos mais tarde.

Conrad, como era conhecido pela maioria, usou todo o dinheiro acumulado das mesadas e abriu um pequeno negócio. Precisava extravasar de alguma maneira, porém manteria uma fachada, pois embora quisesse se rebelar tinha consciência de que era um estrangeiro e sofreria xenofobia acima de tudo. Assim ficou conhecido como "O Pescador", no Condado de Ulleung, ao passar a gerenciar o negócio de um casal de pescadores pobres, que aceitaram vender o ponto por uma bagatela oferecida por ele, sendo este localizado nas redondezas do porto. Rancoroso, já tinha tudo bem arquitetado, só não tinha tantos contatos, mas isso com o tempo deixou de ser um problema já que ainda poderia contar com suas habilidades adquiridas durante a experiência na internet.

No pequeno mercado de peixes que ele ao menos fingia trabalhar, dominava o porto da vila franco-coreana, e tudo o que entrava e saía de lá passava por ele. Na verdade, naquele cenário pacato escondia-se um grande mercado de contrabando de drogas que abastecia países da costeira. Ele comandava o transporte de narcóticos junto com os peixes para abafar o cheiro e não ser rastreado pelos cães farejadores da polícia. Eventualmente, tornou-se um dos principais traficantes de drogas da região, não apenas abastecendo toda a ilha sul-coreana, como também a sua querida Terra do Sol Nascente.

Mais tarde, adquiriu o mais famoso clube noturno dali, para lavar o dinheiro sujo que recebia e depois era enviado aos paraísos fiscais. Desde então colecionou desafetos especialmente com aqueles do meio ilegal. Contudo, sempre foi alguém extremamente cauteloso e misterioso, podendo ser tão perigoso quanto sua falsa cortesia e boa pinta de playboy. Talvez seja por isso que até hoje ninguém ousou entregá-lo, apesar de que já tenha existido suspeitas por parte de alguns e até ameaças.

Dentre tantas desconfianças, possíveis filmagens de um ato impensado cometido pelo japonês envolvendo uma das pessoas mais importantes de sua vida, Yohan, colocou tudo em xeque, forçando-o a deixar sua vida atual no vilarejo para trás, após anos, e se mudar para um novo local por questões de segurança, insistindo com o seu cúmplice que fugir seria a melhor opção.

Após uma meticulosa avaliação das possibilidades, chegou-se à conclusão de que Gangnam-gu, o distrito mais rico de Seul, era a opção mais viável para manter sua vida dupla, lucrando com atividades ilegais e protegendo a vítima de sua loucura. Além de oferecer um leque maior de oportunidades de investimento em comparação ao cenário pacato anterior, a localização conveniente próxima ao porto de Incheon era uma vantagem adicional. No entanto, continuava a temer a possibilidade de ser descoberto por fofocas, algo que odiava profundamente e que o mantinha em constante estado de alerta.

#aceitos #conrad nakahara ryosuke #conrad #ryosuke #yuta #nct #elysian fields #proprietário #dionysus lounge #the grumpy neighbor

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ilkags · 3 years ago

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You said to send a kink and a character sooo…

Akutagawa, dazai or chuuya + crying kink (giving)

## AKUTAGAWA, DAZAI AND CHUUYA X DACRYPHILIA

ryūnosuke akutagawa

- likes to see you crying from pleasure, watching your tears roll down your cheeks makes him feel so good about himself, that's why he'd not wipe away your tears, he likes to see your face decorated with them.

- he'd definitely spit in your mouth, grab your neck, and degrade you about it, calling you whatever comes to his mind at that moment. his favorite nickname is "cry baby".

the headboard banged against the wall above you as aku pounded into your wet core. his hands were pressing your hips down keeping you in place as he fucked you through your third orgasm. hot tears were running down your cheeks, and your mouth was open but you couldn't moan anymore. "that's it little bitch, cry for my cock..." aku said between his teeth. "i can't... i ca-" your legs hooked around his body. aku chuckled. "of course you can. and you will. i can feel you creaming around my cock again..." aku pushed your legs up hooking your ankles over his shoulder so he could go deeper. "is it clear?"

osamu dazai

- probably prefers if you're tears are from pain: spanking, anal, choking, overstimulation, he goes too rough... he doesn't care, your tears are just too beautiful to care.

- a lot of praising while you're crying that almost feels like he's mocking you. he'd kiss your tears away tho, only so he can taste them not because he cares.

"d-dazai, i can't... it's too much..." his dick was deep inside your ass, your tight hole squeezing him so deliciously. "oh my dear..." he grabbed your hair with his fist making your back arch against his chest "... you're so delicate..." he licked one of the tears that rolled down your cheeks tasting the salty flavor of it. "... i should stop fucking you if you're gonna cry like a little baby, shouldn't i?" dazai purred in your ear. you shook your head letting out a sob and dazai hammered into you harder. "i-i want you to keep fucking me... p-please" dazai pushed your body to the bed as he pounded harder into you. "i like that you've change your mind, sweetheart."

chuuya nakahara

- both tears from pleasure and pain are okay with him, even if you're eyes are just glossy, he'd enjoy it. chuuya would encourage you to keep crying and begging for him. so you can expect both praising and degrading.

- his favorite way of making you cry is overstimulating you. his dick, his fingers, his mouth, any part of his body is fine if it can make you sob and cum at least four times per night.

it feels so good. riding chuuya should be considered the eighth wonder of the world. his hands were on your hips helping you to go up and down his cock. "it feels good huh? that's why my little slut is crying..." you nodded, feeling his hips raise to meet yours making you even weaker. your hot tears turning him on more and more. "why are you so quiet huh? did i fuck you stupid?" you hid your face on the crook of his neck, wetting his skin with your tears. chuuya grabbed your hair with his fist, making your neck arch and a loud moan to scape your lips. "you look at me when i'm talking." you nodded, your body feeling completely numb because of the previous orgasm, but you still could feel how your walls tighten around chuuya's dick. "you look so pretty when you cry."

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scarletnakazato · 3 years ago

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Initial D Masterlist

Links to separate masterlists for each character in Initial D.

Date Last Updated: 2nd of April, 2024.

Newest Work(s): Shingo Shoji - Love Killer, Saturday Night Fever, & Headcanons: Lingerie Shopping.

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Headcanons

Keisuke Takahashi

Ryosuke Takahashi

Takumi Fujiwara

Takeshi Nakazato

Shingo Shoji

Itsuki Takeuchi

Koichiro Iketani

Kenji

Kyoichi Sudo

Rin Hojo

Go Hojo

Wataru Akiyama

Nobuhiko Akiyama

Bunta Fujiwara

Mako Sato

Sayuki

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mctakahashi · 2 years ago

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Self loathing

Hands move slowly down himself. Soft skin. Pale from the looks of it. Rib bones gently shown, stature skinny but no bony. Soft flat stomach. Delicate hips protruding outwards. Moving hands slowly trance down his body. Squeezing over the erect pink nipples and gently moving further and further down.

Black hair fell into his view of the full length mirror, with a gentle blow his vision was clear. Heels dug into the floor, moved; turning himself to get a new view of his body. Ass gently round leading to his lengthy legs. Freckles decorated every so often on his back and shoulders. His shoulder blades moved with his turn. The sharp blade pushed out stretching his skin as he peered over his shoulder to look at himself at a better angle.

His mouth hung open gently. Pink lips wet with saliva. The chair that was behind him was ready to be sat in. He then back facing the mirror forward and sat down. His hand gracefully wrapping around his erect cock. His eyes narrow gently moving his hand in a steady rhythm.

Ryosukes blue eyes glimmer back at him from the reflection in the mirror. His body was truly an elegant masterpiece that no one should touch but himself. His chest rose up and fell with every hot breath.

“Fuck~” Ryosukes lips let the word out with effort as he felt his muscle contact with ever pump he gave his member.

His eyes close as he thinks about ever curve of his body. Sweat drops down his cheeks. His skin now red and hot as he picks up the pace.

“Ahh~” “mm~”

Moans fill the small room as he can hardly take it anymore. He opened his eyes to get the view of his legs spread wider his length throbbing, chest tightening, stomach clenching. This point his muscle poke out from under the skin. He arched his back trying to get even closer to climax. His skin pulling taught.

He can’t get enough. He doesn’t think he will ever be attracted to someone more than himself. His hair is slightly damp as it was getting hot inside the room.

“I~can’t..” he says and finally finishes off.

Cum drips down to his hand that was now loosely gripping his well worked length. His body can’t stop breathing fast. A smile pulls at his lips as he looks at his hot sweaty body that is hanging loosely on the chair. The reflection looked hot. The dimmed lights making it hard to see every detail but he knew his own body well enough to notice the details even in the dark.

#initial d #ryosuke takahashi #autosexual #self love #self loathing #smut #initial #initial d fanfic #Ryosuke only loves himself.#he can’t love anyone after Kaoru. rip Kaoru

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byproducts-of-my-imagination · 4 years ago

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24. Eggnog | Kominato Ryousuke

Merry Christmas Eve!

Everyone on the team knows of the infamous Seido Christmas parties, but it’s a secret tradition for the third years to have a Christmas Eve party to themselves. As the third year manager of the team, it’s kind of your responsibility to organize the party, as these baseball brained hooligans have no clue how to throw a legitimate party. With the help of Chris and Ryousuke the food, drinks, decorations, and gift exchange were all finally sorted out. Conveniently, Ryousuke’s roommates had both gone home already, so he agreed to host the party. To be honest, this party was more for the third years to have one last get together before everyone parts their separate ways. It was all fun and games for a while, until Ryousuke brought out the alcohol.

“Ryou, where did you even get that?” Tetsu asked, with a glint in his eyes that was far too mischievous for your liking.

“I have my ways.” he said, daring anyone to press him further.

It took a while, but late into the night everyone’s inhibitions were practically nonexistent, aside from you and Ryousuke. Someone had to keep a level head, so you abstained from drinking, sticking to absentmindedly sipping at your eggnog every once in a while. While the boys were getting rowdier and rowdier, all you could think about was how Ryousuke’s gaze never left you for more than a few seconds at most. To be honest, you have no clue how he held his alcohol that well. He definitely drank as much as everyone else, if not more.

You threw back the rest of your eggnog, savoring the unique flavor. The punch bowl full of eggnog seemed to be just as full as when Ryousuke first filled it. You chalked it up to the fact that no teenager in their right mind would drink eggnog over alcohol at a party. But the eggnog was simply delicious. It was much sweeter than the eggnog you tried before in previous Christmases, but there was something addicting about the flavor this time. And if no one else was going to enjoy it, then you might as well go ahead and indulge yourself, right?. Wouldn’t want it to go to waste, now would we?

Little did you know that Ryousuke heavily drugged the eggnog, date rape, aphrodisiacs, the works. But the rich flavor covered most of the additional taste. He had warned everyone beforehand to not drink the eggnog under any circumstances, came up with some bullshit excuse about how it would affect them poorly but would be safe for you to drink. Of course no one really bought it, but they were all willing to turn a blind eye.

After many cups of eggnog, your head was starting to spin, but there was about one cup of eggnog left in the bowl. Feeling obligated to finish, you sucked it up and chugged the rest of the eggnog down. The lights were suddenly too bright and your vision blurred until the last thing you saw was the vivid pink of Ryousuke’s hair.

Your body felt like it was made of lead, and your vision was still blurry as you awoke. “What a good girl. I didn’t think you would even finish drinking half the bowl and you managed to drink it all!” While his voice sounded far away, you could still hear the smirk in it.

“...hmm?”

“Since you drank it all the effects are much more pronounced. I can’t believe you drank yourself right into my arms, y/n. You passed out for a long time sweetheart, the Christmas party will start soon.”

“...r-ryou, I feel... I feel hot…” The words were heavy on your tongue, struggling to make their way out.

“My dumb darling can’t even comphrehend a word I’m saying.”

His hands dipped under your shirt, slowly pulling it off. At this point, you barely even registered his insidious actions, mind too fogged to even remember your own name. Ryousuke made quick work of your clothing, lingering touches drawing more and more heat from your body.

“I can be patient. I know I’ll get to enjoy my fill of you before the rest of the team gets to you.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw him shift to reveal thick red ribbons. The brilliant red of them captivating your attention, while he wound them around and around you, arms bound behind your back. A particularly bright ribbon looped its way around your neck, completing the look with a big bow.

“What a nice Christmas present, all wrapped up and ready. The team will love it.”

#kinkcember #kominato ryousuke #kominato ryosuke #daiya no ace #diamond no ace #ace of diamond #smut #yandere #tw [drugging]#tw [drinking]#tw [alcohol]#eggnog #non consensual drug use #yandere dna #yandere ryousuke #ryousuke

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voltage-vixen · 5 years ago

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Sidekicks in the Shower (NSFW)

(This is featuring Ryosuke & Samejima from KBTBB)

Prologue: Your guy just returned from an outing with the Ice Dragons. You gave him a welcome back kiss, but pouted when he when went straight for the shower afterwards. Feeling impatient, you decided to go take matters into your own hands and join him.

Ryosuke: Ryosuke may have been blushing, but that didn’t hinder his ability to leave love bites, which covered your skin from your neck to your breasts. You moaned as his tongue began to tease your sensitive nipples and let out a cry when his fingers started to circle your clit. Slipping a finger inside of you, he tore his attention away from your breasts to watch your reaction. He loved watching the droplets of water trail slowly down your body. “You’re really wet for me Princess,” Ryosuke whispered, “Are you ready to feel all of me now?” Annoyed that he stopped his touching, you let out a nod, along with a small cry of frustration.

He chuckled as he braced you against the wall of the shower. Aligning his hips with yours, Ryosuke lifted one of your legs over his arm and panted as his cock entered you. You tightly grasped onto his shoulders to support yourself, and the sounds of your bodies slapping together, echoed throughout the bathroom. In between his thrusts, you glanced at Ryosuke and had to admire how hot he looked with his hair wet. You were soon distracted by a hard slap to your ass, and you noticed that Ryosuke had increased the pace of his thrusts. The two of you soon found your releases together, and Ryosuke turned off the water in the shower.

“You should join me in the shower more often princess,” Ryosuke grinned as he started to dry you off with a towel. He gave you a kiss on your forehead, and then carried you off to the bedroom where you assumed round two was about to begin.

Samejima: Samejima wasn’t one to say much normally, but that didn’t stop the loud moaning noises that were escaping from his mouth while you sucked his hard erection. You could feel him start to expand, when he suddenly lifted you up and locked your legs around his waist. “Not yet,” Samejima smirked, “Not until I have had a chance to properly fuck you.” Your only response to him was a scream of delight when his cock slammed inside of you. No matter how many times the two of you have had sex, he still was in awe of just how wet and tight you always felt.

You dug your nails into his back and Samejima started to lightly tug on your hair. “More,” you whimpered as your eyes silently begged him. Samejima was happy to oblige and started to rub your clit. Wanting more friction, you bucked your hips closer to his body, and his touch on your core became rougher. His mouth came crashing down onto yours, and you felt his tongue run along your lips. “Cum for me MC,” Samejima ordered, “I want you to cum all over my cock.” Those words sent you over the edge, and you felt your walls clench tightly around him. Samejima let out a grunt, and you knew that he had finished too. He supported you by holding you tightly while you tried to catch your breath.

“I didn’t realize shower sex would be so much fun,” Samejima admitted with an honest smile, “Maybe we should see how bathtub sex compares.” He lifted you up and you let out a squeal as the bathtub began to fill with water.

@agustd54

#kbtbb #ryosuke inui #koichi samejima #kissed by the baddest bidder #kbtbb smut #voltage smut #kbtbb fanfic #voltage fanfic #otome fanfic #voltage inc #voltage otome #voltage games #love 365 #otome game #otome fandom

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apcomplexhq · 1 year ago

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✦ Nome do personagem: Nakahara Conrad Ryosuke. ✦ Faceclaim e função: Yuta - NCT. ✦ Data de nascimento: 26/10/1992 ✦ Idade: 30 anos. ✦ Gênero e pronomes: Masculino, ele/dele. ✦ Nacionalidade e etnia: Japonês, japonesa. ✦ Qualidades: Perspicaz, confiante, destemido. ✦ Defeitos: Ambicioso, autoritário, arrogante ✦ Moradia: Elysian Fields. ✦ Ocupação: Proprietário do Psique Beauty (negócio de fachada), traficante internacional. ✦ Prompt: The Grumpy Neighbor. ✦ Twitter: @EF92NR ✦ Preferência de plot: ANGST, CRACK, HOSTILITY, ROMANCE, SMUT. ✦ Char como condômino: A aquisição no Acropolis Complex por Conrad foi impulsionada não apenas pelo luxo que o complexo oferece, mas também pela sua localização estratégica. Inicialmente desconhecido para ele, foi um de seus contatos influentes no mundo criminoso que o recomendou. Nas reuniões do condomínio ele apresenta uma figura dominante e desempenha um papel de destaque na dinâmica do local. A sua natureza assertiva o torna influente nas discussões e decisões relacionadas ao convívio em conjunto. No entanto, sua arrogância e tendência a menosprezar os outros – especialmente aqueles que vivem nos apartamentos mais acessíveis – frequentemente resultam em conflitos com os vizinhos, gerando discussões acaloradas. Além disso, o estrangeiro pode não colaborar com os outros moradores em alguns projetos devido à sua postura superior, o que prejudica seu envolvimento construtivo em iniciativas coletivas. Ele é exigente e sempre encontra falhas, apontando problemas, principalmente nas decisões e ações tomadas pela administração, causando um climão daqueles na maioria das reuniões. Apesar disso, suas críticas têm como principal objetivo serem construtivas e promoverem melhorias no complexo em um todo. Essas opiniões, entretanto, são expressas de forma direta e contundente, sem levar muito em consideração os sentimentos e perspectivas alheias. Às vezes, ele demonstra pouco interesse pelas preocupações e necessidades dos demais condôminos, agindo de forma egoísta e indiferente. Por outro lado, a sua exigência o leva a impor altos padrões e expectativas em relação aos serviços e infraestrutura do condomínio, exigindo perfeição e não aceitando menos do que isso. Prefere não se envolver com moradores que são conhecidos por fofocar. Ele acredita que evitar problemas é simplesmente não se meter com quem está quieto. Contudo, tudo depende de seu humor. Em alguns casos, ele pode criar intrigas ou começar a ter antipatia por aqueles que tentam se intrometer onde não são chamados. Porém, em outros momentos, ele pode ser um companheiro de festas, curtindo a noite até o amanhecer.

TW’s na bio: Negligência parental, prostituição, tráfico de drogas.

Biografia:

Em Gangnam-gu, há rumores de que estrangeiros possam ter caráter duvidoso. Conrad, entretanto, sabia como fingir ser a exceção – ou pelo menos tentava.

Ryosuke teve bastante tempo para aproveitar o que as vertentes ocidentais tinham de melhor a oferecer, e mesmo sem precisar trabalhar, já que tinha tudo, durante sua adolescência procurou de alguma forma preencher a lacuna deixada por seus progenitores. Como consequência ele faturou dinheiro, o que não fazia diferença, pois a mesada que recebia era generosa, e o que não era um fator de necessidade acabou se transformando em uma válvula de escape. Não obstante, o unigênito fosse filho de magnatas que possuíam startups renomadas, no extremo oeste dos EUA, ainda havia uma carêncIa afetiva em torno da família que vivia de aparências.

Por mais que os seus pais oferecessem dinheiro, roupas de marcas e regalias, nada preenchia a solidão que ele sentia. A atenção que recebia nas poucas horas que passava com os executivos era insuficiente e detestava ser cuidado por terceiros, exceto por Takehiko Egawa – alguém que teve como amigo por muito tempo. O senhor Egawa era um conterrâneo mais velho que trabalhava na grande casa dos Nakahara, com quem ele, além de admirar, aprendeu a dar valor à música, algo que ainda o cativa até hoje.

Viver a popularidade através do obsceno parecia finalmente ser um tranquilizante de ânimos.

Os impactos dos atos inconsequentes do rapaz só se tornaram evidentes quando ele foi flagrado aos amassos em um banheiro feminino do colégio, compartilhando substâncias ilícitas com uma colega de sua turma em plena luz do dia. A parte das drogas não foi levada adiante pela direção, pois havia toda a influência do sobrenome da família envolvida e a pressão imposta pelo patriarca dela furioso; o único detalhe que evitou que o acontecimento viesse à tona, enquanto que o prestígio já não existisse mais tanto depois de inúmeras decisões inescrupulosas tomadas.

No pequeno mercado de peixes que ele ao menos fingia trabalhar, dominava o porto da vila, e tudo o que entrava e saía de lá passava por ele. Na verdade, naquele cenário pacato escondia-se um grande mercado de contrabando de drogas que abastecia países da costeira. Ele comandava o transporte de narcóticos junto com os peixes para abafar o cheiro e não ser rastreado pelos cães farejadores da polícia. Eventualmente, tornou-se um dos principais traficantes de drogas da região, não apenas abastecendo toda a vila franco-coreana, como também a sua querida Terra do Sol Nascente.

#aceitos #conrad #yuta #proprietário #elysian fields

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chemistink · 3 years ago

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LOLOLOLOLOL all I had to do was shift the perspective and patch up a few spots.

So I started rewriting the whole thing from the beginning.

HOW FAR BACK IS THIS ONE FIC IDEA YOU ASK???

There’s 80 of those tabs open.

#initial d #initial d taking over my life #initial tag #ryosuke takahashi #takumi fujiwara #I wish I was kidding #but you deserve good smut #since that’s all I know how to write #cause I am a terrible person

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ilkags · 3 years ago

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Akutagawa x sub fem reader (and it’s their first time pls:>)nsfw

## AKUTAGAWA X SUB!FEM!READER + FIRST TIME

his body towered yours, his hot and bared chest pressing yours against the mattress. aku's hand resting on the side of your jaw, his thumb dangerously playing near your mouth. "you remember the safe word, don't you?" akutagawa continued kissing your neck. you nodded and let out a sigh when you felt his lips devouring your collarbone and shoulders. you wanted to scratch his back and leave those pretty nails of yours marked on him, but he had you handcuffed to the headboard.

he kneeled on the bed between your legs, analyzing your body as you tried to somehow cover yourself and close your legs. your cheeks grew hot as his hand traveled down your tummy going to squeeze the inside of your thighs. he shook his head, slipping his leg between your thighs to keep them open. he took advantage of this position and started rubbing his knee up and down your core.

"i-i need you aku, please..." you were so desperate fighting with the handcuffs, and bucking your hips upwards trying to feel anything else than his knee brushing your clit. he smirked, taking off his underwear and finally freeing his cock. akutagawa lined himself up against your throbbing entrance.

you were so tight, your pussy squeezing his cock. he spit in his fingers and starter drawing small circles on your clit. "are you good? do you want me to stop?" he asked, his hips hammering into you slowly. you could tell he cared about you and your well-being. you shook your head, hooking your legs around his body "go faster please".

#akutagawa ryosuke #akutagawa imagines #akutagawa smut #bsd smut #bsd headcanons #bsd scenarios #bsd imagines #bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs scenarios #bungou stray dogs smut #bungou stray dogs headcanons #bungou stray dogs imagines #bungou stray dogs

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scarletnakazato · 3 years ago

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Ryosuke Takahashi - I Want To Feel You

• Ryosuke Takahashi x Reader | Smut | • Word Count: 3,015. • Synopsis: In which back pain has the Project D leader innocently asking his girlfriend for a relieving massage only for it to escalate to something that has the normally calm and collected Takahashi to become a beautiful and submissive mess.

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Another long night for Project D ended, and the team was bound for home. The twin aces took the lead while the vans followed from behind. Ryosuke rode in van one and in the front seat as (Y/N) drove, flicking her eyes between the road and watching Keisuke's taillights for when he braked. Ryosuke found her presence and calm driving much more pleasant than Kenta's or Fumihiro's who wanted to talk about the Project or racing strategies the whole time.

While he occasionally enjoyed the new ideas either of the two would conjure in their heads, tonight, however, he really needed a break. So, he was thankful (Y/N) understood he wasn't in the mood for chatter just by looking at the poor man. The ever-growing dark bags under his eyes were slowly getting worse by the day. Balancing university work and Project D was not as amazing and easy as everyone thought it was.

That, and taking cat naps in the seat of the van wasn't the most comfortable. He was getting a real ache in his neck, shoulders and back from it. He wondered if it would be asking too much from (Y/N) for a little massage when they got home. She was working as hard as the others and staying up just as late.

After a several-hour drive all the way back to Gunma and into Takasaki, the vans were dropped off and everyone returned to their respective cars, heading home. (Y/N) was an angel, deciding to drop Ryosuke off at the mansion before taking the van to the small site they put together for the Project and getting a ride back with Keisuke.

When the two returned, he was still awake, deciding to finish up some last-minute work while he was still conscious and functioning. With Keisuke going straight to bed, and quite possibly falling asleep the minute his head hit the pillow, (Y/N) lightly walked into her boyfriend's room. Just as she shut the door, he shut off and closed his laptop, finally done for the night.

Getting up and turning towards her, she gave him a soft smile before rummaging through the closet for her night clothes. "Dear? Would it be alright if I could get a massage from you? Just for a little while? My back is getting a bit worse for wear." Ryosuke asked, almost shyly.

(Y/N) looked over towards him and nodded, "Of course, hun. Let me change really quick and I'll be ready." Leaving the room as quietly as she entered, she headed to the bathroom to change. As she did so, Ryosuke stripped himself of his shirt and changed into much more comfortable pants before lying down on his stomach, arms under the pillow as he rested his head on it.

(Y/N) gently knocked on the door, waiting until Ryosuke gave a light "come in". "I brought some of that mint lotion. Says it's supposed to help with stress if you want some?" she moved towards his bed, setting her leg on the mattress before sitting on it, the other hanging off the side. Ryosuke thought for a moment before nodding and giving a small, "Sure."

(Y/N) readjusted her position, now straddling his hips. She moved the small bottle of lotion between her calf and thigh, holding it there securely. She gave it two pumps then rubbed her hands together before placing them on Ryosuke's lower back and moving them up slowly. Ryosuke sighed the moment he felt her hands in him. She applied the perfect amount of pressure and ran over all the right spots.

"You work yourself too much, hun. I can feel all these little knots in your muscles." (Y/N) said lightly, rubbing more lotion on her hands and moving them across his broad shoulders. When she came across another knot, she used her thumbs to dig into it and loosen it. Ryosuke sighed pleasantly at each one, almost accidentally letting a moan out instead. Luckily for him, she didn't seem to notice.

"You need to take a break more often and give us some more of the work to help you. We can take care of more than just what you've been giving us." She explained in a gentle manner, but he could tell she was scolding him. (Y/N) pushed down on another tight spot near the crevice of his shoulder and neck, this time getting a short moan out of the man. He could feel a slight heat spread across his cheeks, almost embarrassed, but she was doing too amazing of a job to tell her to stop.

"Again... please." Ryosuke whispered.

(Y/N) repeated the ministrations, applying a bit more pressure and this time, earning a long, deep sigh from him. At first, she figured he must be really pent up with the stress, but when she would take her hands off of him to reapply lotion, she heard quiet whines and whimpers come from the man beneath her. When she put her hands back on him, fingers trailing along the smooth muscles of his back, he'd sigh pleasantly.

She decided to try something. A little confirmation experiment of sorts. Putting her hands near the waistband of his pants, she moved them up along the sides of his spine until they reached his shoulders. As she leaned over him, she placed a light, almost ghosting kiss on the shell of his ear before retreating. He whimpered at the contact and moved to turn over. It was a bit awkward to do, being unexpected by (Y/N) and the position she was in. Once he was settled on his back, Ryosuke looked up at her with his gorgeous sapphire eyes. His hands found the hem of her shirt and lightly tugged on them.

"What's the matter Ryo? You want to be done?" she asked, knowing full well that's not the case.

"No... kiss me." He averted his eyes, fingers still playing with her shirt as a tinge of pink dusted his cheeks.

"I thought I already did?" she tilted her head in feint innocence. (Y/N) rested her hands on his stomach, keeping them still. He whined at the much-wanted contact, pulling her closer by the shirt. (Y/N) could tell how touch starved he was. The small glances he snuck at her during the expedition nights. The small touches he gave her when he went to grab something next to her.

He wanted to hold and cuddle her for hours and for so long, but he had so little time to do any of it. The only time he got the chance was when they went to bed for the night, but he would be unconscious for most of it. He didn't get to relish the feeling when asleep. Ryosuke just wanted to feel her. He wanted her touch, her warmth, everything.

He didn't realize he spaced out nor was making small whimpers and whines at the thoughts until (Y/N) said, "Stop whining, love. If you wanted me so bad, you know you could've just asked." She leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to his lips that he's been waiting so long for. He kissed back desperately, wrapping his arms around her waist.

(Y/N) tangled one hand in his dark, soft hair while the other trailed along his chest and stomach, tracing the outlines of his muscles. Sliding her tongue across Ryosuke's bottom lip, he let her explore the territory. When her tongue came in contact with his, Ryosuke dug his fingers into her waist. (Y/N) tugged on his hair, pulling his head back to reveal more of his neck. The man beneath her let out a moan when she lightly pulled on his tongue with her teeth before moving down to the side of his neck. She left a trail of hot kisses and hickeys along both sides, ending with a small nip on his Adam's apple.

She continued downward, kissing at the smooth skin of his chest. She left occasional purple marks that trailed down to his stomach. Ryosuke's breathing had picked up substantially, his chest noticeably rising and falling with heavy breaths. His arms had gone mostly limp, letting them lie at his sides. As she made her way back up, his breath hitched majorly as she ran her tongue up the side of his neck. He bit his bottom lip, attempting to keep down the moan that was threatening to escape his throat.

Sitting up, (Y/N) took in the sight of him. His cheeks and ears were now a darker shade of pink, his eyes half-lidded, and the way he was biting his lip gave her the urge to do it for him. He was truly a work of art in this condition and it was saved solely for her.

"Look at you," she said quietly, almost a whisper, "gorgeous," she gently cupped the side of his face with a hand, "ravaging," she slowly moved her hand down to his neck, wrapping her fingers around it just under his sharp jaw and feeling his pulse under her fingertips. "Mine."

Ryosuke nodded weakly with closed eyes and small whimpers that were music to her ears. Keeping the small amount of pressure on his neck, she slid her hand down until it reached his chest and continued until both hands touched the waistband of his pants. His arousal was quite evident with the tent in his pants. He muttered chants of "please," signaling for (Y/N) to continue. Gladly complying, she tugged his pants down by the waistband. He lifted his hips slightly to help her until they were removed completely.

Ryosuke's eyes rolled back as he released a semi-quiet moan when her hand wrapped around his length. With a light amount of pressure, she stroked it, falling into a rhythm. (Y/N) adjusted her position, laying mostly on her stomach and between his legs, leaving kisses and bites along the insides of his thighs. The man fell apart quickly, becoming the main source of noise in the room. Through groans, whimpers, and whines, he begged her for more.

"You're being such a good boy, Ryosuke. I love it when you beg for me." She mused, her lips brushing against his thigh. Continuing her strokes along his length, she could feel a slight twitch. Knowing he wasn't going to last much longer, she moved to wrap her lips around it, swirling her tongue as she bobbed her head. Ryosuke bit his bottom lip as his breath hitched. He glanced down at (Y/N) with half-lidded eyes and a dark blush across his cheeks. She hummed and the vibration finally sent him over the edge. Ryosuke moaned her name, his voice cracking and becoming higher pitched. He covered his mouth with the back of his hand, attempting to muffle the moans he was nearly choking on.

She pulled away after swallowing, a slight smirk on her lips. "That was quick, love." He whimpered in response. "I suppose we're done now that my baby came."

"N-n-no... p-please." The man whispered behind his hand, his dark eyes avoiding hers.

"You want more?"

He nodded weakly, a few strands of hair falling in front of his eyes. Ryosuke brought his hand that was covering his mouth down towards her. She intertwined her fingers with his, doing the same for his other hand before raising them above his head and leaning over him. His eyes finally met hers, the blue hazed over and half-lidded. His breaths were shallow, a small waver was just audibly with each breath he let out. "I feel like you're going to be a little too touchy tonight, darling. We should change that." Her voice echoed in his ears, her tone teasing. She thanked her foresight, smoothly pulling out the reel of rope from the floor next to the side of the bed she snuck in earlier.

She quickly and skillfully tied his wrists together and to the headboard. Ryosuke squirmed a bit, pulling against the rope and made a sound of protest. (Y/N) leaned back, admiring her work. "Now this is a ravaging sight." She slowly slid her hand upward from his v-line. "So many options." She leaned forward again, bringing her lips to his collarbones. "So much space left to mark you up." (Y/N) left a kiss on the inner part of his collarbone just under his neck before biting and sucking at it, leaving a purple mark.

The man beneath her sighed deeply at the sharp pain, his muscles flexed as he tugged on his restraints. "(Y-Y/N)..." he stuttered, still pulling against the rope.

"Yes, baby boy? What do you want?" she asked sweetly, gently rubbing a thumb over his neck.

"I-I want to f-feel you." Ryosuke choked over his words and chanting a barely audible "please". Without a word, she moved herself off of him, stripping off her clothes. His eyes traveled over her body, taking in the sights that he wasn't able to touch, the slight sting of the rope being a constant reminder. Straddling his hips once more, Ryosuke watched as she sunk down onto him, taking his length in stride. He watched himself disappear into her until he was in to the hilt. His breathing grew ragged and he threw his head back as she tested the feeling, grinding her hips against his. She hummed in pleasure, both from him inside her and the reactions he expressed.

"You're so sensitive, Ryosuke." (Y/N) mused. She set the pace, finding the perfect rhythm. With his eyes snapped shut and his head thrown back, (Y/N) brought a hand to his neck, relying on the other placed on his stomach for balance. Her fingers wrapped around his neck, applying the right amount of pressure that had the man sobbing from ecstasy. Choking out small chants of "yes," "more," and "please" encouraged (Y/N) to apply just a little more pressure and set her pace a little faster.

Ryosuke occasionally bucked his hips as (Y/N) came down, extracting a moan from the both of them. With each thrust his hips made, she slowed her pace until she stopped moving all together, leaving the poor man wanting.

"S-so mean..." he sobbed.

"You have had a rough night, haven't you? Sorry love, I'll lighten up." Releasing her hand from his neck, she leaned forward, untying his hands and giving him the freedom to finally feel her. His hands flew to her sides and back, the rope still loosely dangling around his wrists, but he couldn't care less. Ryosuke sighed and hummed pleasantly, his hands roaming across her body, admiring the feeling of her smooth skin and soft hair.

(Y/N) started to move again, but this time in a slower, more loving pace and he followed her movements. Her hands traveled across Ryosuke's body as well, admiring his physique and build. They intertwined their fingers together, resting their clasped hands at their side. (Y/N) lowered herself for a kiss that Ryosuke eagerly returned. Their kisses were long and sweet, both moving their one free hand to each other's hair, gently running their fingers through the strands.

The feeling in the pit of their stomach grew as they got closer to their climax. "Ryo..." (Y/N) mumbled against his lips.

"I know, m-me too." Moving his hand from her hair to her hip, he held her still as he deepened his thrusts. (Y/N) laid her head on his shoulder, her warm breaths hitting his skin. When her climax finally hit, she tightened her grip, squeezing his hand. His nails dug into her sides as he came, his low moan mixing with hers.

Coming down from their high, (Y/N) went to move off of him but Ryosuke held her still, wrapping his arms around her. "Stay."

"I'm not leaving, I just want to put a shirt on." She chuckled. He reluctantly let her go, tiredly watching as she lifted herself off of him and rummaging through his closet behind her for one of his shirts. He always loved the way she looked in them. Double her size and covered in his scent. As she buttoned the shirt up, Ryosuke rolled over, sliding on his pants from earlier. Flicking off the bedroom light, (Y/N) jumped back into bed, Ryosuke pulling her to him, his chest touching her back and an arm draped over her. Even after she had already fallen asleep, he stayed up just a little longer to relish in the feeling of her so close.

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(Y/N) and Ryosuke sat on the couch in the common room, sipping on coffee to wash the morning tiredness away. They sat in comforting silence with Ryosuke's arm wrapped around her shoulders. (Y/N) jolted at the sound of a door opening and closing and her eyes widened in panic.

"Shit! I forgot Keisuke was here last night." She whisper-yelled to her boyfriend. All he did was calmly raise an eyebrow, fully reverted back to his reserved and collected self.

"You drove back here with him; how did you forget?" he asked somewhat amused.

"He just... he just went straight to bed, he didn't even say anything, or make any noise." She pressed her lips together tightly as she heard his footsteps come down the stairs.

"Mornin'!" The blonde says cheerily proceeding to yawn as he made his way to the kitchen. After pouring a cup of coffee for himself, Keisuke returned to the common room, taking a seat on a different couch to the side of the couple. "Man, I slept like a rock. Guess last night's practice really wore me out."

"Oh, that's good. Didn't hear anything then?" (Y/N) asked, trying to keep cool.

"Nah, I was out. No dreams either, just blank sleep. But man, that felt good. Why?"

"No reason, just making sure you slept like a baby." She giggled (nervously, but the blonde didn't seem to pick up on it). Ryosuke watched the scene unfold. He was amused; (Y/N) had nothing to worry over. Keisuke wouldn't have picked up on it anyway. But of course, she didn't know his little brother like he did. Not that he needed to tell her anyway.

#initial d #initiald #anime #fanfic #fanfiction #smut #lemon #x reader #ryosuke takahashi #ryosuke takahashi x reader #ScarletNakazato

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