#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

Seen

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."

[ssaluv-a-lot]

Aftercare wit either Fontaine or Tyrone…

Now..yall know that after sex with either of these mfs, you gone be tired as a bitch. A layer of sweat between both your bodies will you slump against the pillows and sheets.

But he’ll always make sure you get cleaned up and to the bathroom before you fall asleep cause he don’t wanna hear you complain about feeling nasty in the morning.

Once you’re settled, he offers a water bottle or to run and get you something to eat. If you say you’re good, he’ll do the shit anyway and just wait til you start whining about it to give it to you.

“I’m thirsty!”

“What I tell ya stubborn ass when I asked you the first time?” But he’ll get up and get it for you every time.

And he knows you get a lil clingier after everything so he’ll let you lay on him for however long. Sometimes ‘work’ pulls him away sooner than you want it to.

The brat in you will make an appearance. Giving him a stank face and mumbling under your breath, something about him being a bum ass nigga who don’t give a fuck about you.

He’ll have to fuck the attitude right back out of you and have you and your mind in two different locations.

“Who don’t give a fuck about you? Huh? I gotta set you right again?”

“Fuck you!” You try to run from him with a mischievous glint in your eyes.

“Greedy lil slut..Get ova here.”

[miyuhpapayuh]

He Got Game.

Devin - shorty with the snake tattoo and bad ass attitude.

 

"Who's shorty?" Odell asks one of his boys, Jay.

"Who?" He asks, staring around, cluelessly.

"Over there, with the green hoodie on." He grabs the back of his neck and points to her.

"Oh! That's Devin, man."

"Damn, she bad as hell."

"She'd cut yo ass up." His other friend, Sean, says.

"Fuck that mean? These girls flock to a young nigga!" Odell pats his chest for emphasis.

"Unfortunately, cause nobody else is available." Jay adds with an obnoxious snort.

"When's the last time you got some pussy?" He asks Jay, who's laughter slowly dies down.

"Exactly. Besides, who said I wanted to fuck her?" Both Jay and Sean throw balled up napkins at him.

"Shut your stupid ass up. You and I both know that's your motive— your only motive. Like I said, she'd cut your ass up." Sean reiterates.

"She a lil rough one, huh?" Odell asks, licking his lips.

"Mhm, her lil heavy handed ass."

"Don't say nun'. Let ol' rookie get smacked up."

"Rookie? You must be out ya body. She can't be that bad—"

"She hard body. This ain't like them lil hoes you be fuckin' wit. Shorty different." Sean shakes his head at Odell's pig headed behavior.

"Facts. Quit actin' like you can handle her, cause ya can't." Jay adds, patting his shoulder for emphasis.

"Both of y'all can kiss my ass crack. I ain't gon say nun' else, ima just show y'all how I do— cause, I always get them drawls." His wicked smirk comes out to play.

"Lord please forgive him." Jay looks up towards the ceiling with his hands clasped together.

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Spotting Devin walking down the sidewalk, Odell decides to make his move.

Swiftly catching up to her, he gently grabs her wrist to catch her attention. She turns in his direction, as well as her friends whose eyes grow wide.

"Excuse me, beautiful. Can I holla at you for a minute?" She raises an eyebrow and looks down at his hand still wrapped around her wrist, before looking back up at him.

"You can start by removing your hand from me." She yanks and he releases her with a soft chuckle.

"I'm Odell—"

"Mmhm. I know who you are." She looks in her friends' direction and nods her head. They snicker and slowly head towards a bench, not too far away.

"Whatchu want lover boy?" She crosses her arms over her chest, watching him stuff his hands in his jacket pockets.

"I saw you earlier and couldn't pass up the opportunity to—"

"—spit game? I'm not interested." She starts to walk away, but he blocks her path.

"You ain't even give me a fair shot, shorty." She sighs.

"I'm not your shorty. I have a name."

"You ain't even told me what it was, though." He smirks.

"It's Devin."

"You got a boy name." He chuckles.

"I got boy hands, too. You wanna feel 'em?" She squints at him.

"These lil ass hands," he grabs her right hand and holds it up, laughing to himself, "you ain't doin' no damage."

Yanking away from him again, she slaps his arm. He flinches, but quickly recovers. She smirks.

"I play ball, baby. It's gon take a whole lot more than a slap to hurt me."

"Oh, you want it to hurt? I can make that happen."

He steps closer to her.

"Nothin' but space and opportunity."

"Name a time and a place."

"How bout this," his minty breathes invades her nostrils, delighting her. "You come to the crib after school. I can show you that I'm really not that bad."

"You ain't slick. But, since I have nothing else to do— I'll entertain you. Take my number down."

Not even bothering to hide his excitement, he whips his phone out and eagerly types those ten digits into the contact log, locking her in.

She laughs, before turning on her heels to walk away. Odell notices the sudden switch in her hips and chuckles to himself.

"Well, well..... well. We watched and I can honestly say this with a straight face." Sean steps in front of Odell and lays his hand on his shoulder. "You're a semi-alive man."

Jay snickers, listening to the teeth-sucking noise leave Odell. "Get off me." He pushes Sean back and holds his phone up, showing both of them her contact. "Not only that, but she's comin' over after school. So much for ya lil hard body."

"We saw her smack you. You flinched, you big dummy." Jay laughs, slapping Odell himself.

"I'm not a brick wall, dingus. Of course I flinched. It ain't kill me, though." He pulls his toboggan off and tosses it at him.

"Fix that shit on your head and maybe somebody'll give you some pussy." Odell spats, before turning to Sean.

"And you, you big bitch. Your girl is gonna be putty in my hands by four o'clock. I won't even bet you on it, cause this is what I do."

With that, he walks down the sidewalk to his car.

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The doorbell rings once, sending him coolly striding towards the door. He opens it up and moves to the side to let her in, taking in her changed wardrobe.

Her green hoodie and jeans are now a black belly shirt and matching shorts, along with adidas slides, showing off her golden anklet and baby pink toes.

"You done eye-fuckin' me?" He slowly drags his eyes up to her face, chuckling at the slight annoyance etched on it.

"I'm just lookin'. Ain't no harm in that, is there?" He walks into the living room and plops down on the couch, watching her stand in the same spot.

"Mm." She walks towards the couch and does the same, draping one arm across the side of the couch and placing the other underneath her chin.

"The change of clothes makes me think that you want me to look at you. I could be wrong—"

"You are. A girl can't be comfortable?"

"I ain't say that. I'm saying you coulda been comfortable in anything. Leggings, sweats, a crewneck. Strollin' in here lookin' like Dick Appointment 101. It's some natural shit to assume--"

"Fuckin' with me, you don't assume shit. ¿Claro?"

"Que sí, mama."

She cut her eyes at him, snatching up the remote. She wanted nothing more than to claw that smug look off his face.

Underneath the irritation...she was impressed. Never in a million years would she vocalize it, though.

"We not watching no fuckin' ESPN," she said flipping through the channels until she found something worth watching.

He put his hands up in mock surrender. "I ain't trippin', shorty."

She settled on Jamie Foxx reruns. They fell into a comfortable silence, only punctuated by their shared laughter. Stealing quick glances to her face he thought, 'Damn she got a pretty smile with her mean ass.'

About an hour into the marathon, she allowed herself to get comfortable, leaning back into the couch cushions and slipping off her shoes to fold her legs. Odell's arm casually snaked its way across the back of the couch. He half expected her to physically remove it. She simply carried on watching the show as if she didn't notice.

"Where's your bathroom, pretty boy?"

"Down the hall, second door on the right." She excuses herself, following his directions.

After washing her hands, she checked her phone to see a text from her best friend, Charli.

Charli👸✨: Yoooo. Where you at? Tryna hit the mall and catch this Vicky Secrets sale.

Did she really want to tell her friend who she was with? She decided why not. She's grown.

Devvy Dev❤: Kickin it at Odell's house. We'll link later.

Charli👸✨: Kickin it at who house👀??? Fuck you doing over there?

Devvy Dev❤: Ain't have shit better to do

Charli👸✨: I thought he wasn't shit but a cocky under grown dickhead

Devvy Dev❤: He is...

Charli👸✨: Mmm. Him in them gray sweats the other day got you reconsidering, huh sis😜?

Devvy Dev❤: Bye Charli😑😑😑

She locked her phone and returned to her spot on the sofa.

"Thought you bailed out the window or some shit," he chuckled.

"If I wanted to dip, I woulda done it, playboy."

He snickered, mumbling something under his breath.

"Speak the fuck up."

"Keep on, and imma put something in that smart ass mouth," he spoke up, staring her dead in the face.

"Boy, you ain't gon do a muthafuckin' thing except keep flappin' ya gums like you been doing."

By this time she'd gotten up from her seat, talking with her hands.

"Wanna bet, baby girl?" He mimicked her stance, standing inches away from her face.

"Yo back the fuck up!" She mushed him in his forehead.

"Do that shit again..." before her hand can even come towards him, his thick fingers wrap around her wrist, pulling her closer towards his face.

Moving backwards now, he stares down at her, watching the amusement in her eyes grow. Her back hits the wall, roughly while his hands plant themselves on either side of her head.

"You think I'm playin' with you, huh?" He asks, as she cocks her head to the side, silently egging him on.

"Actions speak louder than words, yet.... you're still talking." As soon as "talking' leaves her mouth, his lips smash against hers, in a heated hurry to shut her up and feel how soft her lips are.

 Her fingers find the front of his shirt, wrinkling it with how tight she's gripping it. His tongue invades hers, turning her on. Her restraint starts to slip.

She begins pushing him away, trying to regain her attitude, which is now clouded with all the positions she wants him to put her in.

Catching on to her becoming putty, he moves his lips towards her neck, gliding his tongue over various spots, in search for the one that makes her weak.

Hearing the hitch in her breath as his tongue runs up the left side of her neck, lightly grazing his teeth against her skin, he smirks to himself.

"You done fightin' me?" He brings his face back up to hers, staring right into her eyes. They still hold a fire, but most of it diminished from his lips, alone.

She doesn't verbally respond, but the way that her fingers are back, clutching the collar of his shirt, he knows the answer.

He picks her up and heads down the hall, into his bedroom. Kicking the door closed, he tosses her onto the bed and pulls his shirt off, immediately pushing his sweats down next.

He hovers over her and pushes the bottom of her shirt up, revealing her petite breasts. His tongue returns to her skin, running circles around her sensitive areolas.

A moan slips from her mouth, while her hands cradle his head. His mouth encloses around her nipple, pulling another moan from her, this time much louder.

"Stop teasing me." Lust carries every word, causing the hair on the back of his neck to stand up. He grunts against her, before sliding down to remove her shorts, revealing her pink lacies from Victoria Secret.

Spreading her legs, his eyes light up at the sight of the middle of her panties dampening by the second. He licks his lips and pulls them to the side, inhaling her arousal.

His mouth attaches to her wetness, quickly working her up. Her hands grope her own flesh, before sliding up into her hair, all while biting the hell outta her lip.

Her legs drape over his neck, pulling him closer by her heels. His tongue grazes over a certain spot, sending her back bending upward.

"Fuck!" Every lick after that makes her jolt and screw her eyes shut. Her hands find his shoulders, lightly imprinting his skin.

He moans against her, sending vibrations through her clit. She wines her hips against his face, becoming a little more vocal.

"Fuuuuuck.... you gonna slurp this honey, baby?" In response, he shakes his head from side to side, causing her head to hit the pillows and her toes to curl.

"Ohhh fuck!" Her pouty bottom lip gets pulled between her teeth, as she grinds herself through her first orgasm, silently wishing it would stay a second longer.

She sits up and attacks his lips, while his heavy hand blindly searches for the rubber in his dresser drawer. She pushes his boxers down with her feet, before grinding her wet core against his bare length.

"As much as I'd love to raw dog you, I need to put this on." He grumbles against lips, making her pout.

Quickly putting the condom on, he sinks into her warmth and grunts, heavily. "God damn, baby."

"Ugh, I feel it in my stomach." Her hand rests on his hip, feeling him start to grind in and out of her. Her moans flow through the room, causing a smile to break out on his lips.

The look in her eyes shift as he begins hitting her spot. Her hand pushes at his waist, seizing up at the feeling.

"Oh my God, Odell!" He takes her hand into his own, planting kisses on the back of it, continuously slamming into her spot.

"You're s-such a fucking— ah!" Her back arches away from the bed.

"I'm such a what, babygirl? Finish that fuckin' sentence."

"Sssss.... such a fucking asshole— don't stop!"

"I ain't stoppin' baby. Cum on this dick."

Every time they collide, her peak grows closer. Her nails dig into his back, as he rolls his hips into hers, hitting spots she never knew about.

"Shhhiiiittt!" Her body begins trembling from head to toe, signaling the beginning of her second orgasm.

He leans down and sucks on her neck, making her clench around him. Her nails leave behind scratches with every heavy thrust.

"Unh! Okay.... okay!" Both hands push at his waist, trying to get him to stop. Squeezing her walls around him, only makes him growl in her ear.

"I can't— I c-can't!" She pushes him back and palms her vagina, breathing harshly. Her body jerks from the slight overstimulation.

He flips her over, removes her panties and pushes the middle of her back down. She pushes her ass up in the air, making him bite down on his lip.

Sliding behind her, he spreads her legs and glides back into her, rubbing up against her spot, again.

"What happened to all that attitude, huh?" He begins pumping heavily into her, causing her to fist the sheets.

"Huh? You still holdin' it in?"

"No! Fuck me!" She reaches back with one hand, pulling him closer to her. He grinds into her, sending her eyes to the back of her head.

"What's my name?"

"Mmm, Odell.... oh my God!" He speeds back up, causing her to squeeze around him.

"Just like that— fuuuuck!" He wraps an arm around her chest, bringing back on him quicker, causing her to scream out.

"Ah! That's my spot, babyyyy!"

"Baby, huh?" He mumbles against her ear.

"Fuck you." She grits through her teeth, feeling her final peak creeping up.

"That's what you're doing, babygirl." Her nails dig into his arm and leg. Her head is permanently thrown back onto his shoulder as she explodes loudly.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck...... oh my God, yes! Mmmm.." Odell cumming not too far behind her, ends their heated connection and disposes of the condom.

Devin pulls her panties back and pushes her top back down, smirking at a lazy Odell.

"Wanna order a pizza?" He asks, pulling his clothes back on.

"Sure." She runs her hand through her hair, making her tattoo visible for the second time.

"Cool. We can talk about this." He pokes her left wrist.

"What if I don't wanna tell you?"

"Then, I'll just break ya back, again."

Hehe... I love revisiting old stories. Enjoy!

@sheabuttahwrites @thegifstories @blackerthings @starcrossedxwriter @harmshake @honestpreference @ghostfacekill-monger @soufcakmistress @twistedcharismaaa @headcannonxgalore @mauvecherie-writes @abeautifulmindexposed

[mi-cai-ah]

It’s crazy how much ‘undiagnosed’ or just simply unaware neurodivergent folks are out here. Like especially the folks born in the 90s & down.

Whole time you think your lazy, unfocused, ‘can’t do anything right’, and a ocially awkward.

💡 Whole time there is a fucking reason and there are solutions to help you!

I used to be super agitated after too much sensory overload and others (and even at some point myself) just thought “I had a bad attitude”.

Nah nigga, I’m up just up to my wits with the constant invasion of my personal space, the loud or irritating noises, the different smells, and sometime even too much light.

I once had someone make a joke about me having adhd because of the way I processed and expressed my thoughts.. I initially felt bad but then I thought.. what if it’s true? it actually makes sense.

It’s so important that people study themselves and create a wholesome life based on their needs and not the expectations of others. It can change your perspective and make life much more bearable to live!

#Emptying

[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.

[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.”

[dilfl0v3rss]

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