#niggas wit attitude

[newsbrand]

Congratulations to the late Eazy-E for getting a street in Compton named after him

[smokewshihouin]

sometimes it pays to be a raging bitch !

[laaailuh]

hiii, i love your stuff! I was wondering if you can do a fic about miles getting upset because reader is getting too much attention from other guys on a post 😺

"Delete it."🕸️🕷️

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pairing: e!42 miles x black!reader

warnings: light swearing, argument, possessiveness

Summary:  Miles gets upset because you're receiving too much attention from other guys on a bikini post.

a/n: im trying to get these requests done

I saw it, you can delete it now

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???

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your new post

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hell nah 💀

Seen

Incoming facetime call from Miles💕

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“So you gon' delete it or not?"

“Why would I do that?”

“Cause niggas are commenting some crazy shit and ion like dat.”

“I can't tell if you’re actually being serious right now.”

“Dead ass.”

“Well, I’m not deleting it.”

He rubbed his face in frustration. “I'm not tryna argue with you baby.”

“Then don't?”

“Look, the way these guys are talking under there is making it seem like they don't know you wit' someone."

“I'm sure they do, I tagged your account on my boobs.”

He scrunched his face and then opened up your post again.

“Oh shit, you did.”

You rolled your eyes, "Yeah dumbass."

“Ight, what if you disable the comments?”

“Bye Miles.” You said and hung up the call.

This nigga really don't give up.

As you were wiping off your makeup, you heard your bedroom door open.

"Yo."

Turning your head towards the voice, you saw your boyfriend standing next to the doorway.

"Who let you in?"

"Your mamma did."

You turned your head back around, facing your vanity.

He sat on the edge of your bed. "I'm sorry about earlier, I realized I was being possessive and controlling."

"Damn right."

He turned your chair sideways, "It’s hard to apologize if you're not looking at me Ma."

You sighed and put your wipes down.

"I bought your shein and sephora cart, should be coming in two weeks or so."

A genuine smile spread across your lips, "You did?"

"Wow, look who's smilin'? Hopefully you can drop this little attitude f'me then."

"You know I was gonna forgive you either way? Kinda just played your self right there."

Miles grinned and pulled you onto his lap.

"Mhm...did I mention how sexy you looked in those photos?"

You shook your head.

He took your hand and kissed your knuckles. "Bueno, te lo digo ahora, princesa." (Well i'm telling you now, princess.")

[jeansplaytoy]

detailed aot boy hc’s

cursing , fluff , real life chronicles , proof read later .

connie would most definitely be one of those boyfriends that when you would be like “bae, you wanna watch baddies east wit me?” he’ll be like “hell naw girl.” next minute you be watching it, his ass know everything, everybody. “rollie big ass pissin me off bruh.”

ony makes the jersey club remixes.

but eren and connie get tf down and make most of the jersey club dances.

armins obsessed with gypsy rose. don’t even ask.

connie and ony used to get tore tf up by them switches from outside. they moms have each other permission to whoop them. that’s how bad they was.

eren was a clumsy ass kid. he got scars from when he was a toddler.

armin got into so many secret bathroom fights that nobody knows about.

connie is not friendly fr. he friendly to people he know but he really mean asf to people he don’t know. and that goes for girls too. (only if they try to act all hard and shit.)

jeans teeth are highly sensitive to cold things. he lowkey hates cold water and can only eat ice cream really carefully.

connie used to have a head full of hair when he was little but his mom got tired of doing it was cut it off.

eren was (and lowkey still is) tender headed asf.

ony wasn’t able to watch dennis the menace, rarely able to watch home alone, or problem child because every time he did, he’d try to copy what they did.

armin rage quits a lot. like… a lot. so he always has a new set up or console every month.

jean bites his tongue every day on accident.

y’all know them knew scars them bad kids be having? yeah, connie got bout three of em.

armin cant keep a girlfriend 💀 the only girlfriend he could keep was you.

jean used to be scared of the cat in the hat live action.

eren greened out a LOT in highschool. nigga was a whole marijuana plant his self. he just calmed down after he graduated.

ony got chased by so many damn dogs when he was younger.

connie tried to fight the principal one time because he tried to suspend him because someone lied like connie got in a bathroom fight.

armin got the attitude of a divorced wife. when i tell you he gets mad so damn quick when people that ain’t his friends try to fuck wit him.

connie get smoked every time he eat freedos around the group because they his favorite chips and nobody knows why he like em.

eren got his door took off the frame one time.

jean tried to sneak out his parents window because they permanently locked his. he broke his arm that same night.

armin loves playing in your hair. like he really loves it.

ony got caught skipping school one day when he was in elementary 💀 that ass whoopin was one he’ll never forget.

eren talks so sweet to you but talks mean irl.

armin hates other girls for real, other than sasha and mikasa, and you of course.

connie dyed his happy trail grey.

y’all know them “play fights” boys be having and then they start hitting hard asf and then be breathing heavy asf when they done acting like nothing happened? connie and ony got into one of them in highschool. also armin and eren, and armin and connie.

eren used to have a bald spot from trying to cut his own hair with a razor.

last but not least, jean used to have that sad simpson pfp in middle school. 😭

[dilfl0v3rss]

Hear me out 😮‍💨 - ony and y/n get in a argument but ony in the wrong and he look for a way to apologize

omg yessssssss bc usually we be the ones in troubleeee. i like how you thinking boo. we gon use basketball player!ony for this one since a lot of people liked it. aight so boom...

the argument

cw: smuttttyyyy

word count: 2.6k

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it was eleven o'clock when your boyfriend finally decided to come home. he had his duffle bag on his shoulder as he roughly kicked off his crocs at the door. you can tell he had an attitude, probably due to something that happened at practice, but so did you. it had been about a month since the the two of you have had so much as a movie night together because he's been so caught up in basketball and school. this was no where near your fault given that you've tried to spend time with him at every opportunity you had, but ony always had an excuse.

"can't mama, finna go to the weight room wit the guys." or "another time baby. coach had us running like a track team at practice." and other excuses like that caused you to stop even trying. and the worst part was, he didn't even notice. ony continued to come home late into the night because of basketball and leave early in the morning for class without batting an eye. tonight you've had enough. he promised to be home by eight since he only had practice from three to six, but lo and behold, this nigga didn't come home until eleven.

"do you know what time it is?" you stood up from your seat on the couch, placing each of your hands on your wide hips. you had to stop yourself from swinging on this nigga when you heard him mumble an "oh my fucking god" after sucking his teeth. "excuse me? you got sum to say nigga?" your were ready to scream. how could he have an attitude right now when he's the one completely in the wrong. he could've at least called to let you know he wouldn't be able to get home on time, but nooooo. he says nothing, and now he comes in the house acting like a child.

"ion got time f'this y/n. i been running around like a chicken wit its fucking head cut off all practice because niggas on the team don't know how to make simple jump shots." you scoff as you heard his excuse. "so first, you come home three hours late. don't call or text me to let me know that you were even coming late. and now, you come in here, don't even apologize, and have an attitude? that's cute. you sleeping on the couch."

your words must've set him off because ony immediately started raising his voice. "here you go wit that shit bro. the world don't revolve around you y/n." you started getting into his face. "i never said it did, but m'not finna sit here and act like ion deserve at least a little of your time. i'm your fucking girlfriend ony. don't you think it's a little odd that you be picking literally everything little fucking thing to do instead of spend time with me?" you can tell you struck a nerve when he folded his lips, looking straight ahead as if you weren't even there.

this was something ony did to keep his anger at bay since he was known to have a really bad temper. "chill wit allat cussing lil girl. m'not finna go back and forth wit you cause you being clingy." you was on ten at this point. you just told this man what he was doing wrong and all he registered from it was that you were cursing? "are you kidding me? you know what? you can have the bed. m'finna just go since m'so 'clingy'. when you ready to be a man and talk then you can call me." you went into your room and grabbed your PINK duffle bag before heading to your dresser to start packing.

ony watched as you stuffed clothes from each drawer into the bag, not even looking at what you were grabbing as tears blurred your vision. as soon as the words left his lips, he immediately regretted them. you had every right to want to spend some time with him given how much he's been neglecting you for other things. he let his stupid attitude get the best of him as soon as he walked into the door. he knew he should've apologized once he got home, but, being the prideful man he was, he decided to just make things worse by being a dickhead.

and now the woman that he loves is crying, trying to leave the house because he doesn't know how to control his emotions. before he knew it, you were at the door. holding your phone in your hand as you dialed your friends number for her to pick you up. ony listened to the phone ring twice before the girl known as eboni answered. "hello?" he wasted no time snatching the phone from you, hanging it up and putting it in his pocket. "the fuck you doing. gimme my pho-"

"you not leaving me y/n."

you looked up at him and were surprised to see water in his eyes. of course the tears never fell because ony never liked to cry in front of anyone, but the fact that they were getting to this point was surprising. you sigh calmly. "m'just gonna stay at eboni's for a couple days until you get your head right." you felt his strong arms wrap around you, holding you tightly as he spoke. "my head is right y/n. i was being selfish and stupid and prideful. i shoulda called or at least said 'sorry' when i got home, but i didn't. i called you clingy and invalidated your feelings. m'sorry furreal baby please just-....just don't leave me."

ony felt you shuffling so you can wrap your arms around him as well. the two of you staying like that for a while before you broke the silence. "i'd never leave you baby, just want you to be a little better wit your time management." he squeezed you tighter. "i will mama. i will" as the two of you loosened your grips on each other, ony lightly gripped your face in his hand before giving you a bunch of soft kisses on your lips, forehead, and cheeks. you were a giggling mess before you lightly pushed him away, making a fake serious face. "you still need to make it up t'me. what you said was mean."

a smirk crept on your boyfriends face as he led you to your bedroom. "ill make it up t'you right now baby." ony lied you down on the bed, removing his clothes until he was only left in his boxers. "take allat off mama i got sum else for you to wear." you gave him a confused look before eventually just shrugging your shoulders and removing all of your clothes. you lied naked on the bed as you watched ony pull his jersey out of his bag, bringing it to you. "put this on." was all he said before you gave him another questionable look.

"cmon pretty i wanna make love t'you wit it on." you had no idea what he was getting at, but you put in on anyways. ony was way bigger than you so the jersey was almost like a dress on you, stopping right below your ass before he lifted it up over you stomach and lied you back down. his body between your legs as he looked up at you. "ready?" his breath instantly touched your pussy, making you jump. before you could even reply, ony got to eating. he licked and sucked your clit like a starved man. long middle finger prodding at your entrance before he slowly pushed it all the way in .

your back arched off the bed as he kept sucking on your clit, middle finger reaching deep inside of you while you moaned his name like a prayer. "f-fuck onyyy" he moved his eyes towards your face, taking in your beauty before removing his mouth from your heat. "look at me baby. wanna see those pretty eyes." you slowly opened your eyes, pretty black lashes fluttering as you tried your best to focus on on him. a small smile crept onto ony's face as he added another finger into you, middle and index fingers digging you out as your eyes rolled to the back of your skull.

there's no way you could keep them open when he's making you feel this good. maybe you should get mad at him more often. your back was still arched off the bed before you felt your lover place his large hand on your stomach, pushing it down as he started fingering you faster. you felt your orgasm approaching as ony held his fast pace, licking and sucking on your clit to bring you to the edge faster. "ahghh...ohh my goddd...oouuhhh shit." you were losing it, hips fighting ony's hand as they twisted and turned all over the place. "i know mama. i know....jus let it out for me." the coil in your stomach snapped, liquid ecstasy flowing out of you and all over your mans face.

you shook in overstimulation as he kept eating without batting and eye. ony's fingers still held their fast pace as your hands flew to his head, trying to push him off and move back from him before you made an ever bigger mess. he bound both of your wrists in his hand before laying it back down onto your stomach. "stop runnin’ mama. m'not done." you were moaning so loud you had to make a silent prayer that the two of you don't wake up with a noise complaint notice on your door in the morning. "f-fuckk daddy ima make a mess pleaseee." you whined, but ony ignore you.

it actually felt like he started getting rougher. licking and sucking your clit harder while his fingers were now pounding into you. before you knew it, you were cumming again, making the mess you were trying to warn him about. you squirted everywhere from his face to his chest, some of it even running down his body and wetting up the waistband of his black briefs. ony sat back on his knees he looked down as your disheveled state. "look so pretty." he mumbled before pulling his underwear down right until his dick sprang free.

his hard length slapped onto his stomach before bouncing up and down due to gravity. doe eyes followed its movements. ony chuckled as he watched you become entranced by his dick. "y'ready mama? if its too much jus scratch my back cause m'not stopping until this this whole bed is wet." you nodded your head he lined himself up with your entrance, sucking his teeth at your lack of vocalization. "cmon baby talk t'me. you ready for daddy to make love t'you?" you look up to see his brown orbs already staring down at you. lips curved into a soft smile as he awaited your reply.

"yes. i want you t'make love to me" ony’s smile widened before he pushed himself into you slowly. eyes never leaving yours, reading your expressions to know when to stop to let you adjust. you were grateful for this because he was nowhere near small, and his girth alone would had you ready to cry at times. soon enough, the space between the two of you was completely gone. dick fully sheathed inside your pussy as ony waited for you to give him the okay to move. the two of you never broke eye contact through all of this and once you gave him a small "okay" he wasted no time.

slowly stroking you as he stared into your eyes. it was like the two of you were taking a look into each other souls. he began picking up his pace, pounding into you the way he knew you loved which caused you to tear up from the pleasure. "how it feel baby?" your back arched into him. the two of you stomach to stomach as ony intertwined both of his hands with yours. you couldn't even speak, using jumbled moans to reply. "aahghh...mmmughh." your eyes were at the back of your skull as you felt the tip his dick begin to kiss your cervix, making your legs open wider as you freed your hands from his and raked them down his back.

ony continued his onslaught on your pussy. letting you scratch up and down his back as he lied his hands flat next to both sides of your head, pounding into you harder. "mhmm sing f'me baby." you screamed as you felt your orgasm come out of nowhere. squirting once again on his dick, but he didn't stop. he fucked you through it, letting your essence splash all over your lower halves as he continued to look down at you. you were absolutely stunning. tears running down your cheeks as you looked up at him. bottom lip being tugged on by your teeth as your body jerked from his hard thrusts. "made my pretty girl cry. you should never be cryin'. daddy can't give you those babies if i be making you cry like that." he groaned before pressing his hand on the big number three on his jersey. he was so deep in you he felt the bulge he was making in your stomach under his hand.

your tears reminded ony of how you were earlier. angry and ready to leave him after he hurt you with his cruel words. he vowed to never do nothing that dumb again. "you only supposed to be crying from pleasure, never pain. m'sorry mama. s-so sorry." you began to spasm around your boyfriends dick, fourth orgasm of the night ready to come out. ony felt this and sped up, feeling close to the edge as well. "you forgive me baby?" his eyes never left your face as you whined out your reply. "i-i f-forgive you daddy. i f-forgive you." you smiled up at him, shakily putting your hand on his cheek. you caressed his dark brown skin as you felt your orgasm approaching. "i wanna cum together papa."

ony kissed into your palm before leaning down and softly kissing your lips. "cum mama. m'right there wit you." the both of your threw your heads back in unison as he gave you three hard strokes before stilling inside of you. cream leaking onto his base as you felt his hot load fill your pussy. you stayed like that for awhile, kissing each other while you caught your breath. ony saw your eyes flutter as you fought off your sleep. removing his jersey from your body before carrying you bridal style to the bathroom. he sat you on the toilet the turned on the shower. "need you to pee before i can let you get in." after you peed then the two of you showered together, ridding each others of the evidence of your earlier activities.

as you got dressed, ony changed the sheets and remade the bed so you wouldn't have to lift a finger. he then carried you to the bed, knowing your legs were probably still a little week before laying you on top of him. "mama?" he grumbled, you can tell he was getting tired as well. "hmm?" "im real sorry okay? never ever meant to hurt you." you lightly chuckled while tracing different shapes on his chest. "i know baby. and i know basketball and stuff could be time consuming and you just wanna do your own thing sometimes, but i just wish you'd give me just a little of your time y'know". ony rubbed on your lower back as he hummed in agreement. "ima do better. tomorrow i got early morning practice so im all yours after class. how that sound." you looked up at your boyfriend. he's doing better already. "sounds great."

[the-princess-of-bimbos]

𝐌𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐂𝐫𝐲𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲

🩷Sukuna x chubby reader🩷

𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭: The reader is female, black ofc<3 but any race can read it if they want to, toxic!Sukuna , reader gets a good ending just because. Please know that this is probably my only "dark ish" ff unless y'all like this type of stuff so...

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It was 12:45 in the morning when you got a text from Sukuna talking about. 'I'm pulling up inna second come outside.' I sigh putting on my black fuzzy slides and my (f/c) robe. I laid back on my bed cause I know Sukuna's ass not gonna be here for a while. As soon as I opened Instagram, 'Sukuna Baee ❤' was calling. "Hello?" "Where the hell are you? I told yo ass to come outside!" His voice was booming from the speaker phone. "Stop yelling at me Kuna. I told you that I don't like it when you yell at me." I say with a pout.

I could practically hear the eye roll he did and he hung up. 'I don't even wanna go in his stupid car.' I thought. I tighten my robe and open the front door going to the curb where Sukuna's car resided. I knocked on his window with a pout on my face. He rolled it down with a big ass smirk. "I know you haven't been crying." He teased. I didn't reply. "Get in." He said with a sigh. I hesitated a bit just to get under his skin. I got in the passenger seat with my arms crossed.

"What's up witchu? Smile fa' me." He smirked. "What do you want?" He leaned his head back with an attitude. "Girl, that's not how you greet a mothafucka when they're being nice to you." I didn't do anything but ignore him."I don't think I want to take part of being your girlfriend anymore Sukuna." You said with your face in the car mirror touching your face. "Fuck you mean 'you don't wanna be my girl anymore'." He mocked. "Because you don't respect me, like at all." You began. Your voice shaking a bit.

Sukuna smirked and slid down his seat a little bit to man spread. "Explain." He said. "Okay, whenever I'm with my home girls, you're always all over them and shit. Giving them full hugs when you don't even know them like that. You're supposed to give them sides hugs or just give them a high five or something. And don't even get me started on the fact that youre over here linking up with them too! I thought it was just me and you Kuna, What happened to that? Also whenever I set boundaries with you, you don't ever respect that. How many times do I have to tell you not to yell at me or when I dont want to have sex with you? But you steady wanna ignore my feelings because you don't care and I'm not even your type for real." You ranted with tears in your eyes.

"How are they fake?" I turned to him. He tossed his phone to me while looking out his window.

Sukuna was on his phone texting someone I think. "See look, you not even paying attention. I'm outta here. Lose my number." I say as I open the door. But before I could do so, Sukuna locked the door. "You not going no where so don't start like that. Second of all, you're being hella insecure because you know I don't even like your fake ass friends anyways." he scoffed.

This is the beginning of your conversation.

Symoné: Who dis?

Me: Dis Sukuna lol

Symoné: How you get my insta?

Me: Y/n gave it to me.

Symoné: Oh....

Me: Shiii you trynna go to this new restaurant wit me?

Symoné: Is Y/n gon be there???

Me: Nah but don't worry bout dat she said that it was cool for us to go together

Symoné: Okay then what time?

Me: I'll be there in 30 minutes. Wear something pretty.

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"What are you trying to prove my nigga?!" You raise your voice at him as you threw his phone on his lap. He shuffled his body. "Well, if they were your real friends then they wouldn't be agree about comin with me anyways." He shrugged his shoulders. "Sucks to suck."

I unlock the door with my hand and leave. "Where the fuck you think you're goin?" He yells. I ignore him and walk into my house.

|Time skip|

*15 new messages from Sukuna Baee❤️*

*25 missed calls from Sukuna Baee❤️*

I wake up from my sleep to see my phone blaring it's blue light, distracting me. I pick it up and read the messages he sent.

Sukuna Baee❤️: Yo Y/n text me back when you can

Sukuna Baee❤️: Hey

Sukuna Baee❤️: Are you sleeping?

Sukuna Baee❤️: I'm finna call you

*missed call*

Sukuna Baee❤️: ANSWER THE PHONE Y/N IK yu UP

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Etc etc etc...... He tried to call again but I let it ring and blocked his number. I scroll through my call list and see Yuji's profile. We've been talking around the same time me and Sukuna been talking and 'dating'. They're twin brothers!

Yuji: I've missed youuuu 🥺 why haven't you been talking to meee it's been 2 weeks 🥲

Me: I'm sorry babe. I was caught up in some other drama. It's all over now

Yuji: Do you still have that movie night planned?

Me: Duh ofc I didn't forget. I'll see you tmw at 10???????

Yuji: Yep :)

*Liked by Me*

Y/n smiled and looked towards at you. "The hell are you looking like that for? Don't hate the player.... Hate the game or how ever you say it."

[offthrack]

៶៸ ☆ 𝓼𝑝𝑖𝑐𝑒 just started a live video !

"what up, y'all? i ain't been on live in 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝒆𝒆𝒆𝐯𝐞𝐫—i missed kickin' it on live for a minute. i really just hopped on this bitch to show off the 𝒅𝑟𝑖𝑝 ׅ⠀ׅ⠀ׅ i'm going to a throwback party toniiiiight. i still gotta pick up my girl's gift 'cause her birthday is coming up, and the traffic is horrible so we can chill a lil' bit. so i'm giving, middle school naomi. back when a bitch used to go by yomi. my nigga called me 𝑦𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑦𝑦𝑦𝑦𝑦—" [ she catches her words into her manicured hand along with boisterous laughter that vibrates just over the music booming through the vehicle. ] "but that's a whole other story. but mmmmyeah, got the 𝒈𝒖𝒄𝒄𝒊 canvas on my head ׅ⠀ׅ⠀ׅ a natural beat—get intoooo it." [ her makeup was barely there, just a touch of mascara and a natural glow that emanated off her cheeks. candy gloss form tarte sticks to her full set as she parted her lips, her brows looking fresh and soft against the phone light. ]

"done by me, obviously. got a lil graphic tee made with my old facebook user on the back. 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆, you feel me?" [ 𝒏𝑎𝑜𝑚𝑖 shifted in the passenger seat, arching her back just enough to bring the pink-trimmed pocket of her true religion jeans into view. the signature horseshoe stitch hugged her curves, the blush-colored accents catching the light with each subtle move. she adjusted her hips, one hand brushing back her hair while the other draped over the headrest, as if the pose had just fallen into place. ] "know i got the trues on. and fresh kicksssss."

true need to sponsor yo—i keep sayin' that! it's a staple in my wardrobe for real. they gotta get on the spice train⠀ׅ⠀ׅ⠀ׅ don't y'all see my album selling? don't y'all see i got six sold out sh—" [ she emits more boisterous laughter while covering her mouth, slightly shaking her head back and forth. ] "no, but really, true religion, if you watchin'—sponsor a bad bitch, okay. i promise i got motion." [ a sly smile curved on her lips as she gave one last little shift, making sure the stitching stood out before finally easing back into her seat. with a smooth roll of her shoulders, she settled in and allowed her smile to widen fully as she continued to read. ] "get it sexyy, get it sexyy, we outsiiiide girl! pullin' up in a minute,"

hazel irises widened as she stared directly into the camera, her expression a perfect blend of exaggerated shock and mock offense reading the next comment. "but do you get radio play tho?" with a slow shake of her head, she placed a hand over her chest in feigned disbelief, then tilted her head to the side like she was genuinely trying to comprehend the audacity. "hatin' hoes gone always act like they ain't heard me on the radio. ight. . .i'on make music for radio, i make music for real bitches. stamp that! and if it gets bumped on 96.1?? that's cool too, shoutout PK! ⠀ׅ⠀ׅ⠀ׅ y'all know i don't argue—fuck that, i don't even disagree wit' bitches on the net because it's pointless. but i ain't the bitch to be scurrying behind a viral sound or a retail jingle. when the music's good, it sell. and it keep selling, which is more than a lot of artists can say. but to answer your question—𝑦𝑒𝑠, i get radio play." after she spoke her piece, 𝒏𝑎𝑜𝑚𝑖 let out a dramatic eye roll, her lashes sweeping down like a curtain call, then shot the camera a sideways glance dripping with attitude.

as she kept dancing in her seat, the beat of "up all night" by drake pulsed through the car, naomi rapping every lyric carelessly as she was getting herself in the mood of reminiscing. her middle finger shot up toward the camera and she stuck her tongue out, letting out a genuine laugh at the random hate comments sprinkled in. "gucci on my body-ody-odyyy, and this shit real as that receding hairline, baby!" [blowing a kiss to the camera while laughing] "why y'all bein' mean to me before i go to a party? the internet like a nigga that hate you but won't leave yo ass alone, man. that shit is crazy⠀ׅ⠀ׅ⠀ׅ "

"oh my god, i am so excited for toooour. it's crazy by itself seein' people fuck with my music—getting to perform my songs? hearing everybody singin' back to me? it was one thing to get the money and the plan together to go on tour; i been talking to vendors and sponsors for nearly a yearׅ⠀ׅ⠀ׅ i seriously thank God for my team everyday. we small but mighty as hell! i'ma really make it special for y'all. it's my first headlining tour, so. what songs are y'all excited to hear?"

[ naomi's eyes flickered down to the flood of comments, each one scrolling by with a different song title from sugar honey iced tea. her lips curled into a thoughtful smile as she watched the anticipation build, each suggestion sparking a memory of the late-night studio sessions and the stories behind the lyrics. she tapped her chin lightly, letting the possibilities play out in her mind—there were the fan favorites, the ones she knew would hit hard live, and then the deeper cuts that held a special place in her heart. as her gaze drifted back up, she felt a spark of excitement settle in; there were definitely a few tracks she couldn’t wait to see the world react to on a live stage. ]

"me personally? georgia peach never gone get old. that crowd—last night's crooooooowd? that shit hit different. so that one gone prolly be my favorite at every stop. uhhhh, one y'all ain't seen me do yet? H&M, it's even better live for real. it ain't one of my least favorites on the album, but it bumped up a few spots after i soundchecked it and we ran through the stage and all'at. i had to change the set around so many times to really give y'all a show, but i'm finally happy with it." [ self-satisfied as she reclined into the seat, the rapstress waved off her many onlookers as she willed herself not to get emotional at how far she'd come. ]

[ bringing the camera back up close, she shot up a peace sign and flashed a few silly expressions reminiscent of the 2010 era before laughing at herself. ] "i hate giving good people bad news, but y'all got a bitch talm 'bout work. i'm outside! i'll post outfit pics later. this was fun, bye!" [ she blew a kiss to the camera, her lips forming a playful pout as her fingertips brushed away, sending that last bit of love through the screen. with a quick wink, she reached up to end the live, her smile lingering for a second longer as the screen faded out. ]

[x-heesy]

SШΔΔΔΔΔΔG

When the pimp's in the crib, ma

Drop it like it's hot

Drop it like it's hot

Drop it like it's hot

When the pigs try to get at ya

Park it like it's hot

Park it like it's hot

Park it like it's hot

And if a nigga get a attitude

Pop it like it's hot

Pop it like it's hot

Pop it like it's hot

I got the Roley on my arm and I'm pouring Chandon

And I roll the best weed 'cause I got it going on

Uh, I'm a nice dude with some nice dreams

See these ice cubes, see these Ice Creams?

Eligible bachelor, million dollar boat

That's whiter than what's spilling down your throat

The Phantom, exterior like fish eggs

The interior like suicide wrist red

I can excercise you, this can be your Phys. Ed

Cheat on your man, ma, that's how you get ahizzead

Killer wit' the beat, I know killers in the street

Wit' the steel that'll make you feel like chinchilla in the heat

So don't try to run up on my ear talking all that raspy shit

Trying to ask me shit

When my niggaz fill ya vest, they ain't gon' pass me shit

You should think about it, take a second

Matter fact, you should take four, B

And think before you fuck wit' lil skateboard, P

When the pimp's in the crib, ma

Drop it like it's hot

Drop it like it's hot

Drop it like it's hot

When the pigs try to get at ya

Park it like it's hot

Park it like it's hot

Park it like it's hot

And if a nigga get a attitude

Pop it like it's hot

Pop it like it's hot

Pop it like it's hot

I got the Roley on my arm and I'm pouring Chandon

And I roll the best weed 'cause I got it going on

I'm a gangsta, but y'all knew that

Da Big Boss Dogg, yeah, I had to do that

I keep a blue flag hanging out my backside

But only on the left side, yeah, that's the Crip side

Ain't no other way to play the game the way I play

I cut so much, you thought I was a DJ

"Two!" - "one!" - "yep, three"

S-N double O-P, D-O double G

I can't fake it, just break it, and when I take it

See, I specialize in making all the girls get naked

So bring your friends, all of y'all come inside

We got a world premiere right here, now get live

So don't change the dizzle, turn it up a little

I got a living room full of fine dime brizzles

Waiting on the Pizzle, the Dizzle and the Shizzle

G's to the bizzack, now ladies, here we gizzo

When the pimp's in the crib, ma

Drop it like it's hot

Drop it like it's hot

Drop it like it's hot

When the pigs try to get at ya

Park it like it's hot

Park it like it's hot

Park it like it's hot

And if a nigga get a attitude

Pop it like it's hot

Pop it like it's hot

Pop it like it's hot

I got the Roley on my arm and I'm pouring Chandon

And I roll the best weed 'cause I got it going on

I'm a bad boy wit' a lotta ho's

Drive my own cars and wear my own clothes

I hang out tough, I'm a real boss

Big Snoop Dogg, yeah, he's so sharp

On the TV screen and in the magazines

If you play me close, you're on a red beam

Oh you got a gun so you wanna pop back?

AK47 now, nigga, stop that

Cement shoes, now I'm on the move

Your family's crying, now you on the news

They can't find you, and now they miss you

Must I remind you I'm only here to twist you

Pistol whip you, dip you then flip you

Then dance to this motherfucking music we crip to

Subscribe, nigga, get yo issue

Baby, come close, let me see how you get loose

When the pimp's in the crib, ma

Drop it like it's hot

Drop it like it's hot

Drop it like it's hot

When the pigs try to get at ya

Park it like it's hot

Park it like it's hot

Park it like it's hot

And if a nigga get a attitude

Pop it like it's hot

Pop it like it's hot

Pop it like it's hot

I got the Roley on my arm and I'm pouring Chandon

And I roll the best weed 'cause I got it going on

Snoop

Snoop @wetwicksdry @luna-zylum @bko69er

Drop It Like It's Hot by Snoop Dogg, Pharrell Williams

[zooterchet]

Glubb Contributions

Duvalier Bounty: The rescue of five Mosaics, African-blooded, from Haitian-Jamaican waters.

Lake Champlain: The discovery and charting of Great Lakes of Canada.

Defense of Montreal: The confrontation with Benedict Arnold, and the spearing through of Quebec City, by New York tariffs out of Native Tribal Scouts.

Citizen's Rights: The print of a baby's foot print, as proof of citizenship; held under nursery pageants, the veterans of gang fights in urban cities of dominatrix conflicts.

Vicksburg City Defenses: The rallying of Vicksburg, under General Robert E. Lee; clandestine infiltrator, under Johnson's papers, of Tennessee.

Charlebois and Sons: The lumber slavery of interdependent families; academy graduation, with both grades and finals, however having refused professor's service at any level.

Iroquois Confederacy War Act: The declaration of war on Germany, for reasons of a sperm stolen son, Adolf Hitler, having been visible in charge of a congregant of any nation-state or business. Madison Acts, imbued, illegal, through French Indochina; Pearl Harbor.

Latrun Civilian Defenses: The sculpting of Israel as a State, by the arrangement of Arab Legion defenses on Latrun Hill, for the witness of the power of the Death Camp survivor; Transjordan positions held until running out of ammunition, at Pavlach led forces; gentleman adventurers, of Rome and Britain and Poland, having stolen Death Camp texts from personal witness. Now imbued, to Jordanian tactics, taught by Britain; the Israeli Defense Forces Paramilitary Reconnaissance, the Mafia.

Palestinian War Camps: The trap of any Muslim, of homosexual refusal of lotus, as false war hero, out of Egypt and Gaza; however, the proper Muslim, now changed to an Arabic speaker, having inserted penis in anus, the lesbian dog groomer; hence any Arab, having completed Catechism's studies, and having brother as Israel, having spoken Urdu, outside of dog ownership as self in complaint of canine in courts.

Blue Man Group: The birth of a harlequin icytheosis, to Joe Nameth, blocking the MI-6 Pittsburgh Steelers takeover of national resources for MI-6, out of prison captivity and letters of state requesting steak and beef, instead of pork and chicken, at corrections incarceration, to eliminate masturbation for heterosexual inmates, instead replacing with heart disease and canal failure, outside of potato, the barrister's consumption of brain disease; the understanding of foreign ways, through creativity of women, bacon and whiskey.

Niggas With Attitude: The conversion of Jerry Heller, to Judaism, to eliminate Jesuits from the music industry; therefore cop instruction, to music band, and therefore fans, is gone, leaving law enforcement to the police, and intelligence, to the theaters; the rackets of common boycott, lost in the neighborhoods, with the wholesale slaying of those listening to sports and kayfabe logic.

Mortal Kombat: Noob Saibot (David Charlebois), Sub-Zero (Alexandra Gaetano), Tremor (Jawad Hussein), Rain (Jenna Williamson), Reiko (Robert Scarpato), Dan Monahan (Jax), Sonya Blade (Ashley Hamilton), Scorpion (Christiano Marisco), MIleena (Jessica Long), and Kano (Ivan Tomasic), placed in close region to each other, each with a syndicate built of appropriate power and level, to approach the War on Terror with the Sega game series, removed from fact of status from novels and literature, intended for CIA Corporate under Arab-Suzerein status, of British war with America over novels being ignored by common library bearing populace.

Arkham Asylum: Games printed through specialized system, allowed to be stolen by Ivan Tomasic, and then reimprinted with a separate fact of logic, hence the system only works for the "Arkham" print, not "Saint's Row", a broken system, as a deficient form of FBI's Rockstar Games and Take Two; the French program of national sabotage, replaced instead with industrial sabotage, proper American espionage.

[mcmichelangelo]

Call me Mikey

I be on them tight beats

Niggas got me fucked up

They just wanna type me

Riding round wit yo bitch

Said she wanna sight see

I pull out this long dick

Drill it in her psyche

Yeah, call me Mikey

I be on them tight beats

Niggas got me fucked up

They just wanna type me

Riding round wit yo bitch

Said she wanna sight see

I pull out this long dick

Drill it in her psyche

Lotta bitches like me

I be lookin dripped up

No I’m not a hype beast

Imma run a check up

Shopping at a Nike

Shawty like a broke sink

She say comе and pipe me

I just beat thе pussy up

Now she wanna fight me

She got a lil attitude, even tho she 5’3

Got the skinny jeans with the timbs like she hiking

Da roc on her is priceless, y’all might catch her yiken

Imma pour this yak up

Show me where the sprite be

She wanna go to soho

Now it’s looking dicey

Playing games like Yahtzee

February Icy

Must be why her pussy smelling fishy, she a Pisces

Yeah

[Hook]

Call me Mikey

I be on them tight beats

Niggas got me fucked up

They just wanna type me

Riding round wit yo bitch

Said she wanna sight see

I pull out this long dick

Drill it in her psyche

Yeah, call me Mikey

I be on them tight beats

Niggas got me fucked up

They just wanna type me

Riding round wit yo bitch

Said she wanna sight see

I pull out this long dick

Drill it in her psyche

Then disappear into the night

[youhatem]

Niggas be bitches. Nobody asked you to be here. Yet you brought yo ass down here to have an attitude because of some shit that’s likely your own grown ass fault and took place before you even got here? Like you could’ve stayed your big grown ass four hours away bc once again NOBODY ASKED YOU TO BE HERE 😂 to force people to deal wit yo presence but be stank is fucking wild.

[katsuflossy]

Best Worst Night Ever?

Pairing: Pro Hero Midoriya Izuku x Black reader

Genre: Fluff

TW: Sexual assault, obscenities, Drinking, throw up, cops, um pubic lice?

A/n: This is my thank you for 500+ followers!! I sadly have limited time to do any fics but I squeezed in a day to finish a lil WIP I had which is this!! I just watched Hercules and couldn’t help making this so please enjoy!!

BIG PSA: I am in no way romanticizing or poking at sexual assault. The story is inspired by Disney’s Hercules. 

Taglist: @sunset-novice-writer @goatsenpaiultimate

The Tokyo club district may be Midoriya’s most hated areas he has to patrol. Nothing attracted him here, in fact, the area repulsed him. The last time he stepped foot into the club was for Denki’s 21st. That night ended early for him due to an incident involving throwup that cost him his shirt, pants, and custom shoes. Ochaco still sends him apology gifts from that night. But even before the incident, the top pro-hero felt no pull towards club life. The music was so loud he couldn’t hear himself think. Someone always was pushing him in a shuffle to ruin their liver or to grind on strangers. Not to mention he is a pro-hero so there was a reason All Might never appeared in nightclubs – it’ll eventually turn into an unofficial meet-and-greet.  

So why was he assigned to watch over the district during one of the most popular summer nights? Simple, crowd control. Deku was one of the only pro-heroes who could sway a crowd to his will. His spirit could’ve reached anyone even if it was a simple crook or a drunk valley girl and his presence in the Shibuya would bring more foreigners to the club scene hoping to see the number one hero. 

A sigh escaped his lips as his fingers massaged his temples. Midnight announced its arrival through the train station nearby yet the soft pulsing from each club around collectively buzzed out the PSA automated message. His eyes strained to stay open as he passed the reds, blues, and greens of Shibuya’s active clubs. He stretched for the fifth time in the hour, the cracks of his back emitted little result to the weighty feeling on his body, like the humidity within the night. Tokyo was sure hot that night

Hot indeed it was. 

Izuku was on his twelfth attempt to suppress a yawn until his ears caught on to a female scream barely breaking through the night. He questioned whether the scream was fearful or...playful, remembering one specific night he interrupted a couple in an alleyway. However, the scream rang out again, pushing the pro-hero to the source and silently cursing himself for second-guessing. His ears led him three blocks up, beside the infamous Harlem. The red club light glared in Deku’s eyes as he tried to register the bodies in front of him.

Muted red scattered across your body front forward pressed against the bricks of the building. A tall, skinny man pressed his body against your own, restricting your thrashing from knocking him in the nose or somewhere much more sensitive. Your cheek pressed harshly against the rough texture you were forced upon as you glared at the perpetrator.

“Why don’t you just let me carry you home, babygirl?�� The liquor and weed wafted from his mouth, singeing your nose hairs as you thrashed harder.

“Like fuck, you green bitch! Get the fuck up off me!” He sneered in response, ignoring your demand as his hand brushed your leg, trailing to the hem of your skirt.

“Stop! Let her go!” Your eyes snapped to the open end of the alleyway where the voice rang out. You wasted no time to take the distraction as you used your stiletto heel to stab his foot. He shrieked as he recoiled from your body. You took the time to turn around and kick him in his crotch, bringing the molester to the ground. 

“You fucking slut!” As he attempted to get up, Deku zapped in front of him, grabbing his elbow as he slammed him against the opposite wall. The man had his breath knocked out of him in an instant before passing out due to the impacting force. 

The alleyway stayed quiet for a few seconds, processing what just happened and how quickly the man crumpled against the wall. Your eyes furrowed and your fist clenched, walking up to the passed out body before commencing in a swift kick after kick adding stomps to his stomach. 

“That’s what yo filthy ass get!”

 “The next time I see you, I’m putting one ‘tween yo eyes cause you lucky I wasn’t packing tonight motherfucker!”

“If you had put your grimy hands on me further I would’ve bit your ear off like I’m fucking Mayweather in this bitch.”  

Midoriya, grabbed your upper arm, snatching you away from the bruising body on the ground, mortified by the profanities spilling out from your mouth.

“P-please stop, the police are on their way and they’ll deal with him.” His pleading stopped you momentarily. Believing that you were calm, he released the hand from your bicep only for you to get one more stomp in. He attempted to grab you again before you raised your arms and stepped away from the man, satisfied by the pain-filled groan he let out. 

Not saying a word to the pro-hero, you went to pick up your phone, which skidded from you as the molester wrestled you against the wall. The young hero also spotted your clear handbag at the corner of the alleyway, assisting you as you dialed your friends’ numbers on your phone. Your back faced him as he approached with your purse. You clutched your phone tight as you cursed into the phone, freezing Midoriya in his spot. 

“You fucking bitches! Not only did y’all not tell me y’all were leaving the fucking club, y’all not answering the phone and still posting ugly ass pictures on snap. I knew I should’ve never fuck wit y’all stank ass hoes in the first place. And Charlotte? Suck my fucking dick from the back! Hope that nigga you let hit tonight gives you crabs, dumbass bitch!” 

You slammed on the send button in the group chat, giving your ‘friends’ a piece of your mind, forgetting about the audience that was behind you. 

“U-umm…” You whipped around at the sound of the male behind you, still pissed off about your friends ignoring your call. 

“Yes?” Your attitude fell a little when you noticed how handsome the man in front of you was. Freckles peppered the tops of his cheeks, deepening the blush he sported in miscellaneous places on his face. Scars did nothing to deter your attraction, in fact, they made him more alluring, giving a rugged look to his chiseled features. 

“I believe this is yours?” He held out your clear mini handbag revealing the few yens you had and your Fenty Beauty lip gloss. 

“Thanks.” You took it graciously before reapplying some of the gloss that had come off due to your ‘encounter’ just as the pro-hero actually looked at your appearance. 

Your plump, glossy lips reflected the red club lights so sinfully. His eyes noted the beam of light shifted at the slight lift and drop of your lips. Your skin compared to the softest velvet and satin as the red light refracted on the shimmer of perfume you wore. May he mention that you smelled like euphoria? Or what he may interpret as that. His eyes traveled down your outfit, a pink skirt slit on the side peeking more of your thigh and leaving the rest to imagination. As for your top, the fluffy pink bikini top had his mind on haywire, noticing the sheen on the curves of your—

—He blinked, removing the haze from his mind. He had to say something to you, like his soul begged for a minute of your time. Denki’s voice popped in his mind, “Be cool guys, after a DID (Damsel In Distress), lay it on little by little. Ask her for her name, then if she’s safe, be a sexy gentleman.” Swallowing the thick ball in his throat, he went with the advice.

“Are you...a-alright Miss?” His hand went to his nape, rubbing the end of his undercut as a blush grew on his face. You smiled at his flustered attempt.

“(Y/n). My friends would call me (N/n) at least they would if I had anymore.” You couldn’t help your eyes to roam his physique, noting the rippling muscle under the black and green suit. 

 “So? Does a name come with my hero or should I start calling you Hercules?” A warm feeling traveled through his body, making its way to his face, burning his cheeks a brighter red. He bashfully chuckled. 

“I-I’m uhh...uhh uh...uhh” You raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow at his brain malfunction, smirking to yourself at how cute this was. 

“Are you always this articulate?” His eyes widened realizing the babble was not coherent as he jumped to answer your question.

“Deku! My—” He coughed at the fine pitch in his voice, brain bringing up the “How to be Cool Manual” made by Denki as he readjusted his vocal placements.

“—My name is Deku.” A light chuckle escaped through the air as you smiled at his notably lower than normal voice. 

“Hmm, Deku? I think I prefer Hercules.” You joked before your teasing was interrupted by a loud groan coming from your forgotten assaulter.

“So? H-how did you get mixed up with the...uh?”

“Nigga who don’t know what the fuck rejection is?” You looked at the crumpled man again, having the thoughts to step on his globe head again. Deku’s eyes widen as if he read your mind, holding his arms out to stop you. You raised your arms, showing no harm before retelling the night’s events.

“Some bitches and I decided we were going to go to Harlem and I was the designated driver even though it wasn’t my car. Haven’t stepped into the club yet and they already drunk off of the entrance drinks. Lightweight bitches but they wanna chug down all the martinis in there. So one of them got a hookup and left without saying shit to anyone and the other was fucking faded—”

Deku flipped through his brain to remember what the definition of faded was.

“—my guy, like bitch was puking up in the stalls. So the third girl, almost as drunk as the other bitch, took the fucking car and ditched me. Didn’t tell me when I could’ve left this place cause in there was lowkey trash. All fucking mainstream pop, and few trap songs. But anyway, this pants-suffocating-my-balls ass nigga was preying on me the entire night and you know how men are. Saying 'no' means 'yes' and 'fuck off' means 'take me I’m yours'.” Your hands clasped together as you bat your lashes up into the sky. You quickly dropped your dreamy acting gig as quickly as you made it. Deku stood confused, chivalry and respect rolled off of his body as he did not know what the female interpretation implied.

“Don’t worry, ask rock-a-bye-baby here when he gets up.” Deku’s laughter halted as the sounds of sirens rang through the air. 

“Well, thanks for everything, Mr. Deku. It’s been a real slice.” You waved at him before turning to leave. Deku panicked, rushing to grab your forearm. You raised a brow at his actions.

“W-wait! U-um the police would like a victim report so he can g-get full repercussions for what he did to a l-lovely lady like you. Heat flooded your cheeks as you mulled over what he said, lovely lady?

“U-um sure, it’s still fuck 12 though cause they didn’t do shit.” You turned around again only for the pro-hero to turn you back around, completely facing you. 

“W-what?” You looked at him, wide-eyed at his boldness as he cupped your cheek. His finger swiped the side of your soft lips, almost dipping into the shimmery, inviting pool before retracting from your face. 

“Y-you had s-some lip gloss smudged on your face.” Deku’s eyes remained on your own as you tried not to melt on the spot. All you could do was simply nod as the police cruiser pulled up by the entrance.

“Well thank you, ma’am, he won’t trouble you any further.” You nodded as the officer went back into the car, the man in the back sleeping quite peacefully for someone who’ll wake up behind bars. Your fingers typed in the address for your apartment, which was a 20-minute walk from your current location. You sighed as your feet, sore from standing in heels all night long, trudged down the street. However, a certain green-haired hero refused to let you go. Thanking the officers in the car, he rushed to your distancing figure.

“(Y/n), wait for me!” Deku waved you down, not breaking a sweat as he reached your figure.

“Deku, I’m sure you have somewhere else to be, so thank you and–” 

“I’m a hero. My job is to make sure everyone is safe, including you. So please, let me walk you home.” His eyes were unyielding. He refused to take any other answer than a yes. You nodded your head, smiling at his chivalry before walking again.

“Alright Hercules, tell me why did you become a hero?”

And so the 20-minute walk seemed like only five as you and Midoriya talked about your childhoods, struggle, and funny memories. Your feet finally touched the doorsteps of your apartment after Deku carried you halfway through the journey. 

“Thank you so much for saving me, even though I had it in the bag.” Laughter broke from the pair into the twinkling sky of the night.

“I’m sure you did.” The lighthearted atmosphere trickled into the sewers of the streets as the pair realized that their time was coming to an end. Deku began to panic, he wanted to see you again, there was no doubt as Denki’s voice invaded his head once again, “Go for the kill bro! Go for the kill!” The young hero grabbed your arm before you turned to leave.

“Umm (Y/n), I know you had an awful night but I- I would like to see you again!” His forwardness stunned you, not expecting the man to be this bold. Your heart sped up and you attempted to keep your cool.

“Sure, you got your phone on you?” He pulled out his phone, handing it to you as his excitement built. A smile stretched across your face, unable to contain your happiness as you returned the phone to its owner.

“Alright Deku, Imma fuck wit ya.” You fist-bumped the hero before leaning into his face, making the daring move to press a kiss against his cheek. 

“Bye Deku.” You unlocked the door of your apartment, entering the vicinity before waving at the scarlet faced hero, who, still absorbing what just happened, waved back aimlessly. As you closed the door, your knees finally buckled for the first time in the night. You slumped against the door, smiling to yourself, not knowing the number one hero was doing the same thing. 

[jeansplaytoy]

“Ain’t Shit.” - c.springer

(part seven here.)

final part

you and connie probably won’t be arguing again for a while.

here we go.

three months later, or something like that. you sat on the stool in the kitchen of another house party.

you hadn’t seen connie, physically, in a while. you’d see him post on social media, and you’d talk, facetime, do normal things that friends do. but you hadn’t seen him in about a month, maybe he’s just been in his house more.

you twirled side to side in the stool, the music was loud, and you hadn’t been to a house party in a long time.

“girl, why’s this lowkey lame.” sasha muttered, leaning over on the island counter while taking a hit of her vape. mikasa, holding a blunt slowly nodded, “right?”

“y’all know where connie at?” you asked, tapping on the marble counter. mikasa and sasha looked at each other before looking at you. “why, you wanna see him or sum’? damn, where is connie?” mikasa squinted and looked around.

“you been talking to him recently?” sasha asked, taking another hit of her vape and ghosting it.

“nah…” you paused. “well, yeah. kinda. but that nigga don’t really be talking to nobody no more, i guess. so we kinda stopped in the beginning of this month.” you said, shrugging and closing your eyes.

mikasa pursed her lips together. “girl, he prolly miss yo ass too, you never know.” she raised her eyebrows.

“if he missed me he would’ve been here right now.” you rolled your eyes and shook your head with a slight smile before hopping off the stool. “i’m finna go pee, i’ll be right back.” you said as sasha and mikasa nodded.

you walked towards and up the big stairs, to the bathroom and locked the door behind you. you handled your business, washed your hands, fixed your makeup in the mirror, and twisted the knob to the door.

when you walked outside the bathroom, your shoulder hit someone else’s, nearly making you tip over.

“excuse you.” you said with a frown, and just before you were about to walk off with an attitude, you felt your arm being grabbed.

you whipped your head around with a frown that didn’t last very long before you looked up.

“look at’chu. same attitude.” connie smiled.

you moved your arm away and looked up at him with a surprised face. “why you here?” you asked. connie laughed a little. “it’s a party, why wouldn’t i be here. who you here wit?” he asked.

“the same people i’m always here wit. don’t act brand new just because you been distancing yo self.” you muttered and crossed your arms, looking him up and down. connie smacked his lips and looked around. “i ain’t been distancing myself, i just been… at home.” he shrugged. you slowly nodded. “yeah, that’s why we ain’t been talking— okay.”

connie stared at you for a minute before his eyes roamed your body. “you still fine. i see that ass got fatter.” he smiled, moving his head to look over your shoulder a lil.

you couldn’t help but chuckle and shake your head. “yeah, ight, how you been?” you tilted your head, taking a sip of from the long straw in your margarita. connie hummed and bit his lip. “i been ight, what bout you, mama?”

you smiled a little at the nickname. you hadn’t heard it in a while.

“i been okay.” you said, looking over to avoid eye contact. connie smiled and raised his eyebrows. “just okay? you ‘posed to be great. what’s wrong?” he tilted his head a little.

you looked up at the ceiling, not really knowing what to say.

“come on, we can talk about it in the car.” he said while putting one hand on your waist, leading you through the house. you made it outside, not daring to look at him. he opened the car door for you and you got in. he walked over to the drivers side and did the same.

licking your lips nervously, you looked at your nails.

“so wassup? why you seem so sad?” he asked. you bit your lip softly and shrugged. “ion know. im not sad for real… it’s just been… boring? ion know how to explain it.” you turned your body towards him and rested your leg on the seat.

connie frowned a little. “bored? what, you ain’t had shit to do?” he leaned back a little. you nodded slowly. “yeahhh, sumn like that.”

connie stared at you for a minute as you got silent. it was weird, but not in a bad way.

“i missed you. a lot.” he said, looking at your nails. you looked at him with a small smile before rolling your eyes. “you ain’t miss me, you just sayin that.”

“i’m deadass.” connie laughed. “like for this whole time we ain’t been talkin? i missed yo big head ass.” he said, softly nudging your head. you shook your head and looked away. “i missed you too, connie.”

connie smiled and bit his lip. “hell yeah, that’s why you been so bored. so wat’chu tryna do now.” he asked. you frowned with a smile. “huh?”

“i meannn, i miss you, you miss me. it’s been what, three months?” he shrugged, glancing forward and then back at you. you went silent for a moment, realizing you still hadn’t told him whether you were getting back together or not.

“ight, listen. you know i love you, right?” he grabbed your hand, intertwining your fingers. you slowly inhaled and exhaled, nodding. you liked moments like this, but at the same time you hated them, because it made you all emotional. and growing up how you did, being with the people you’ve been with, affection through communication wasn’t even in the picture.

until you got with connie, and he started doing and saying things no one’s ever said to you. it made your heart feel so good, you could barely take it.

“and i’ll do anything for you. like anything. i’ll die for yo ass. i just need you to understand, ion care if you say yes or no to what im asking you. but i’ll always be there for you, y/n.” he mumbled, staring at you as he continued to hold your hand. you couldn’t even look up.

“look at me.”

“connie-“

“i’m for real.”

you sighed quietly and moved your gaze to him, looking him in the eye.

“i love you, okay? you my lil pretty girl.” he said, tilting his head back a little to stare into your eyes.

you slowly started to smile while rolling your eyes. “i love you too.” connie bit his lip before looking you up and down. “so you wanna start over, or what.”

you went quiet.

“okay.”

“deadass?” connie frowned. you nodded. “for real.”

he laughed before grabbing your face, peppering it with kisses before finally kissing your glossy lips, making his a lil shiny, he started back continuously kissing you, making you laugh harder. “okay, connie, move!” you tried pushing him off of you, but he didn’t budge.

“i love youuu” he said in between kisses. you rolled your eyes, trying to move him again. “i get it, come on connie.” you chuckled. connie smacked his lips before stopping, but not letting go of your face. “say it back.” he muttered while shaking your head side to side.

you bit your lip, trying to hide your smile.

“i love you too, connie.”

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now tanaka is the type to where you say sum slick to him you either getting a look, you getting hit one good time on the ass, or you getting choked

i agree with all threeeee. especially the chokinggggg

“i want my nails done todayyy” you yelled in tanaka’s face as he sat on the couch, completely ignoring you as he continued to watch tv. “i said no” was all he mumbled before moving you to the side with his arm. of course you moved right back in his face, your ugly still freshly done nails clouding his vision as you continued on with your whining. “papa loookkk! i don want these no moreee i want hello kittyyyy”

tanaka knew he spoiled you too much so he made it his mission to make it end today, but you just weren’t having that. “fine….m’leavin you” you mumbled as you snatched your purse from next to him and made your way to your room to get dressed. “man cut it out fore i have to handle you” your last words finally got tanaka’s attention as he rose from the couch, following you into your room. you continued changing as if he weren’t even there, mumbling slick remarks under your breath before picking up your packed back (there wasn’t nothing in there you just wanted to piss him off).

when you walked to the door you were stood face to face with your selfish ass boyfriend. “move nigga m’outta here” you spat, resting on one leg with so much attitude tanaka couldn’t help but smile. compared to him you were tiny. he quickly swallowed that adoration to keep you from thinking he’d folded. “s’not cute when you act like this mama” he grumbled. you rolled your big brown eyes at this, popping your tongue before coming with the first reply that came up in your head (big mistake)

“i don’t give a flying fuck what’s cute to you. my other niggas think it’s cute. that’s why i let them eat my p-” you don’t think you’ve ever been snatched up so fast in your life. the wind completely knocked out of you as tanaka had his big inked hand wrapped around your pretty throat. eyes staring sternly into yours as you whined from how tight his grip was. he could tell you liked it though because you started subconsciously rubbing your thighs together as you looked up at him. “stop talking like that fore you never get your nails done again. matter fact, get on the bed and put that ass up cause ian boutta play wit you”

he fucked your shit up so baddd, but it was worth it because he ended up taking you to get your nails done and on a shopping spree for new clothesss.

he loves his spoiled ass baby