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"This looks like shit," you threw the money on the table, "Do it again."

Annie and Ruby groaned in tandem, but Beth sighed. "It looks perfect," she said, looking up at you as you stood over her, "We've printed this same design four times--"

"--and it keeps getting slightly less like shit," you cocked an eyebrow, "Look, if you can't hack it anymore..."

"We can!" Annie spoke up, eyes wide. "We can, we'll get it right!"

"It's just..." Ruby chewed on her lip.

You could feel your patience thinning. "Just what?"

"Well," she continued weakly, "Lucy was the artist, so... without her..."

"Ya know, since homeboy did... what he did," Annie added in.

"...It's harder to print. We have her blueprints, but some of these subtler details are just... We need an artist," Ruby finished.

You nodded, scanning the three women before you. Annie looked nervous, as did Ruby, but Beth looked annoyed and defiant.

You were sick of her face.

"So get another artist," you said, getting bored with the conversation.

"Why? So your boss can shoot her?" Beth ground out, glaring up at you.

Your eyes narrowed at the same time Rio chuckled. You turned a bit, angling your body so that you could see him.

He sat on a chair next to a monitor, a hand on his chin and smirk on his face.

"That's funny to you?" Beth spat, anger clear on her face. "You shot a defenseless girl!"

You raised an eyebrow at Rio, but he was still chuckling. If he found her little outburst amusing, then you guess you would allow it.

"Nah," he said, shaking his head, "I'm not laughing about that. I'm laughing at what you said," he smirked over at you, "She called me your boss."

Annie frowned, looking at the two of you. "A... Aren't you?"

"She," Rio gestured towards you, a pride grin on his face, "is my boss. Yeah, see, a real bad bitch don't shy away from the dark parts of this business," he went on, "And so when I told my boss," he pointed at you again, "that I had to kill Lucy cause of your," he looked at the girls, "bullshit, well. She wasn't pleased. And I'm telling you now, looking at her face right now," Rio made eye contact with you, and you could see the pride in his eyes as he looked at you, "My girl ain't letting you dumb bitches fuck our shit up again."

Beth spoke before she could stop herself, "Your girl?"

His smirk stretched over his plump lips, "My boss," he clarified, "and my girl," he looked over at you again, "So, what you think, ma? Have 'em print it again, or have Mick take them downtown and put a slug in each of their heads?"

You turned back to the women, watching the fear swirl in Annie's eyes, the way Ruby stiffened, frightened and trapped.

And Beth's reddening cheeks, you could see the humiliation on her face, now that she was looking at what she could never be, what she could never have, standing right in front of you.

You looked over at Rio, and you thought back on your life with him--meeting him when he was just a runner for your father, Rio remaining loyal to you even after your father died and you took over his organization, the first time you kissed, when you had blood on your hands and he had thought he lost you, the way Rio had grabbed you and held you to him, the first time he ever let himself act like anything but a loyal subordinate to you. You remembered that sick, cold feeling in your gut when you'd heard that he had been shot three times, that he was with the feds. It's what brought you back into his orbit, you'd sworn to keep it professional with him years ago, but that... that pulled you right back in.

You watched Rio watch you, and you felt a wave of protectiveness come over you as you looked at him--the man you loved. You turned to Beth, your gaze cold as ice and as strong as steel, using every ounce of your status as a boss to intimidate her. "How about you choose, Mrs. Boland? You want to print it again this time, and do it right, or would you and your gal pals rather take a ride with Mick?"

"W... We'll print," she said weakly.

Rio's chuckle warmed your soul, and as the ladies worked on the new print, you turned to him. He gave you a special smile, one full of love and appreciation for you, and you turned your back to the girls as they worked.

They didn't get to see the loving smile you gave him back.

That was only for him.

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it’s 11:05 and i’m thinking about richboy! armin.

warnings- none it’s fluff, armin being in a trance and having nothing to say. implied black reader, not proof read.

thinking about rich boy armin who’s absolute favorite person in the world is the girl next door black! reader.

i just think that since armin’s parents are never home to spend the money they earn they would give him complete access to everything so he can use whatever he wants. i mean he’s a good boy with a good degree he worked had why not. so when he gets a new place on a whim. a nice condo with a nice view. oh he could get comfy here.

he’s quite pleased to see a familiar face on his way home in the elevator one day.

looking up from ur phone to see a familiar patch of blonde hair you smiled. you missed being able to tease home whenever you could. and once could say you missed spending time with him as well. but you decided to play coy, it’s always more fun that way.

God looking at you being here brought back so many memories of nights together when you were younger. you two were the only people in the elevator. he couldn’t help hit look at you and god it seems so long ago but you just looked so mature now. you’d filled out just about every where and he was telling him self not to get a boner in such a confined space with you. he couldn’t bring himself to speak a word to you.

Turns out, you guys were going to the same floor, and walking down the same hall, and oh? what’s this? doors right next to each other? armin couldn’t help but smile when he watched you unlock your door and step inside. only popping your head back out the door to blow him a kiss good bye. he stood kinda stuck outside his own door for a moment, kinda in a trance.

the next morning when he woke up, there was a tray of cookies wrapped in plastic, and a note that read. “i hope i get to see ur cute face again soon” you signed with ur number and he pulled out his phone with a smile. he knew you remembered.

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as someone who’s gone through some shit. this made me feel great <3 keep doing what you do babe

Cw: mention of abusive relationship , black reader in mind🙃

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You sat on the couch straddling him with hot tears pouring down your cheeks, left eye swollen shut, blood pouring down your face from your nose, and lip busted. He was whispering sweet reassuring words to you as he dabbed a warm towel on your face ever so gently to not hurt you or cause anymore pain then you already had endured. Shaking his head he asked you, “why do you continue to stay with that nigga ma” continuing to wipe the blood from your nose. You sniffed and said, “it was my f-fault, I s-shouldn’t have made him so angry” you continued to cry and let him clean you up. “Y/N this isn’t love, can’t even recognize you. you need to leave before he ends up ‘loving you' to death” your best friend since childhood told you sternly.

“But I have no one, where am I gonna go?” You asked him. “That’s not true baby and you know it. You got Connie and me” Ony told you kissing your forehead then adding “ we gon take care of you ma” he reassured you after cleaning you up and placing a bandaid on the cut on your eyebrow. “all I did was ask him who was Stacey and why was she calling him at 4 in the morning and he lashed out on me” you cried out hands hovering over the bruises that surrounded your neck. Ony saw red, how dare that bitch ass nigga put his hands on you. “Shhh princess don’t cry, you gon give yourself a headache. Tell me what you want us to do and how you want us to handle it” he asked in a hushed tone and the look you gave him was all he needed, to anyone else it might just been an innocent stare, but to him he knew what was up. “say no more ma” he leaned back and let your rest on his tatted chest and he lit his blunt and rocked you to sleep letting the gears turn in his head.

“Yo, this fool really tried to fu-” Connie walked into him and Ony’s shared penthouse yelling about a fool who tried to play him before stopping when he sees your face on his brothers chest. Placing his Glock on the counter along with his keys he slowly walked over to you and his tatted hand caressed your face before asking, “this clown again? Ony I’m a sick of sitting around and letting him treat my princesa like a fuckin punching bag” fixing the bonnet that was on your head and taking the blunt that Ony passed to him. “Don’t worry bout it Con, baby wants us to handle ‘em” Ony said as he stood up now holding you with your legs wrapped around his waist and he carried you to the guest room that had a California king sized bed, they’ve been waiting for this to happen. Both in love with you since the beginning of high school and just waiting for that nigga to fuck up and you realize they’re all you need.

Connie who followed y’all into the room and tucked you into bed and turned the tv on for you because he knows you’re scared of the dark. They both leaned down and gave you a kiss on your cheek, because that was the only part of your face that didn’t have bruises. Trust me if your lip wasn’t busted they would’ve kissed you there. As they were walking out of the room you called out to them, “come back and cuddle with me?” You asked giving a painful smile. They both hummed before Connie says, “mhmm daddy and papi is gonna handle this and when we get back we’ll give you all the cuddles you want mami” to which Ony nodded his head in agreement which made you smile and your heart flutter, because Ony was right, you didn’t need any other man but them. You smiled on the inside and out before going back to sleep when the door closed.

Ony and Connie put their shoes on before grabbing their Glocks and heading out the door. This was going to be the last time your bitch ass ex-boyfriend put his hands on you or anyone else.

This ran across my mind this morning and I just HAD to write it!

Hope you enjoyed it tho.

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Put up wit her.

Plug Connie X Bratty Reader.

content info unestablished relationship but you guys are super close. implied black reader. chunk of smut at the end - slight manhandling, mentions of fingering, , some possible squirting).

- Plug! Connie strikes me as the kind of man who quite honestly loves ur bratty attitude a little more than he really should. Especially when it’s his fault that you caught an attitude in the first place. He likes to rile you up, just so you catch an attitude with him, just so he can complain about ur attitude and most likely make it worse in the end.

- Plug! Connie who, for fucking sure, makes sure you watch ur tone when y’all are in public, regardless of if u two are together or not. Loves when you two argue about stupid shit like no one’s watching. Loves it even more when you mouth back at him but loses his amusement quickly once you start raising ur voice and calling him out his name. yeah, no. he’s not going for that. He’s gon remind you where you stand with him real quick.

Backing you up against the nearest surface, arms pressed on either side of you daring you to push him away, leaning down real close to your face so he can shut you up with just a look. god he knows you so well. asking you what’s the problem in that sweet soft voice like he knows there’s something else going on with his sweet girl.

- Plug! Connie who gives in to your antics from time to time (almost all the time). Buying you whatever you look at for more than a second. carrying your things when you’re out together. paying for your food. grinding and rolling your weed. He keeps snacks and a blanket in his car for when you roll with him but stops to get you food regardless. He likes to take care of you, he likes to give you everything you want, so when you don’t get it you complain about it. But he mostly does it so he can see the smile on your face when he makes things happen for you.

- Plug! Connie who’s does not care for ur battiness when he’s had a bad day. He looks forward to ur shitty attitude as a chance for some stress relief.

- These are the nights when he comes to get you after ur done off work. He just wanted to see you, pick you up some food and take you home, but you’re tired from work and have an attitude and he has an attitude from his shitty day no money-making day. All it takes is one “ fuck you lookin at” when you get in the car, and one thing leads to another and he’s dragging you from between the front seats to the back. pushing you over his knees so he can pull down ur bottoms and spank your ass until he can feel the heat radiating off you and that’s when he starts to feel a little better. He knows he’s done well when ur eyes are shining when you look at him and ur babbling apologies about your attitude. He’s apologetic when he pulls you into his lap so he can press kiss to ur face and thank you for making his day. Sliding his fingers between ur thighs and pushing your folds apart so he can feel how wet you’ve gotten just for him. Pulling you as close as he can to his chest and pushing your head into his neck, encouraging you to mark him as yours. Pressing his fingers around your entrance and pushing one thick finger in at a time until he finds and abuses his fingers against that spot that makes you see stars. He fucks you in his lap with his fingers util he can feel your nails break his skin through the shirt on his back. His rings slinging off his fingers from how wet you are, and he doesn’t stop bullying his fingers into your cunt until his lap feels wet with the mess that you’ve made together. Holding on to you as you calm down and catch your breath. helping you out from the back seat to the front so he can help you get in. Once he starts the car, he feels like he has no cares in the world. He’s passing you a joint and his lighter so you can tell him what made your day so shitty on the way to ur home.

-  Whew, Anyway, Plug! Connie who loves your bratty ass, because he’s the only one who can put up with that shit, and still love you to death the very next day.

this was so good i had to sit and recover for a good five minutes.

what abt plug!sukuna?

first time he met you, he thought it was some kinda joke. i mean, pink nails, shortest skirt problem known to man and the tightest shirt with ‘stunna girl’ printed on the front.

now sukuna ain’t one to really hold down any girls but the way you was talking and moving ?? ma boy was down baddd. spent nights at home, fisting his dick to some pic he found on your insta page.

swore that he would kill anyone who you try to buy from other than him. he doesn’t want you to get hooked on anything that’s laced. other than his dick

you can continue 🫣, if you want

oh my goshhhh! 😫😫 fren you stay eating these up. I love this real bad!

you were the last person that Sukuna expected to see running in his face. There was just no way this cute ass girl even ran in the same circles that he did. But here you were..rubbing up on his chest and running game on him in the kitchen of the hang out spot for him and his boys. “Now tell me why I ain’t never seen you around here before..” “I be out the way..” Some of the city’s most notorious drug dealers and shooters and here you were in the midst of the party; a red cup in hand filled with Casamigos, stained with your lip gloss after each sip. Long Hello Kitty decorated acrylics wrapped around the plastic and and he could only imagine what they’d look like cupping his cock instead..he figured that you were the girl of one of his opps, looking to make him jealous or just some rich girl hanging out on the wrong side of town to be rebellious but it was nothing of the sort. You were just bad as hell..and before he knew it, he had folded!

three hours later and he had you in the front seat of his Trackhawk, hotboxing and facing a blunt. His tattooed hands resting on your calves..rubbing gently as he watched you place it between those plump lips. “That shit good, baby?” “Very..” this isn’t something that he’d normally do. Having some random girl in his car, laid up like this but he couldn’t help himself. Not when you were sitting so pretty in his lap as you rolled his weed and licked the blunt afterwards. Out of respect, he didn’t take it any further than night..nothing more than a few subtle brushes up your thigh and a kiss to the cheek. He wasn’t the type to rush things. But later than night, even after you two had long parted ways, the baddie with the butterfly tattoo, dressed like a Bratz doll was fresh on his mental. So much so, he found himself searching you up on social media and it was more than enough to keep his wheels turning. Before he knew it; sitting up in bed with a sheet tossed lightly across his lower half, Ryo found himself jacking off to your pictures. Foaming at the mouth and moaning your name at the sight of you twerking in a bikini and Moon Boots. Needless to say, he was hooked. So the next time you two linked for your next fix, there was no holding back for either of you. “I couldn’t wait to see you again. You been on my mind, baby..” “You been on my mine too, Ryo..shit!” Confessing as he held you midair, bouncing you up and down on his dick. Holding you as if you were practically weightless in his arms. A Cuban link swinging against his chest with each stroke. That night was the best you’d ever experienced! Getting high on both his sex and his weed. Placed into a mating press with his fingers in your mouth, slow thrusts from missionary with your toes in his and the backshots had you tapping out. Even so, you were hooked!..addicted and there wasn’t a chance that he’d ever let you get it from anyone else. Not if he had anything to do with it. Now every time you needed to reach ecstasy, whether through the drug or fucking, Ryo was the one you’d call. Not only that, he’d spoil you with gifts, take you out to eat and although things weren’t set in stone, when everyone saw you, they knew:

that’s Sukuna’s girl.

Sept's Aot Masterlist!

Hellooo!! everything here is written in a longish headcanon form, i will make sure to add correct descriptions to any fics i write in the future

Plug! Connie

Around her finger- When con can't go one day without speaking to reader

Patch me up?- When Con gets hurt and asks his girl to patch him up

Lover Boy Behavior- Some random Plug! Con headcanons/ world building

BFF'S4L- Con being the boy bestfriend (friend with benefits) we all love and fear

Put up wit her.- Con's just not going for that bratty shit

Time Stamps/ Drabbles

- its 9:34 and im thinking heading to bed with plug connie

- its 11:05 and i'm thinking about rich boy next door armin