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cover your ears, and shut your eyes, because what i'm about to say is going to ruin your night. i see through you, i see what you are. I'VE SEEN THE DEVIL MORE THAN I'VE SEEN GOD. and when he has you by your neck, i hope you CHOKE on every fucking word you said. コンクリート
#KONKUURITO: INDIE FANDOMLESS/DEAD BY DAYLIGHT-ADJACENT OC. WRITTEN BY CINNA. promo made by my lovely friend @hedonst !
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“ the fuck-it list ” || hq! pt. 2
one || three
synopsis: there’s a list going around consisting of hot guys on campus that are deemed “fuckable” with theories as to what they’d be like in bed. it’s all fun and games until somehow your boyfriend ends up on this list.
pairing: various x gn!reader [ hinata, bokuto, kuroo ]
warnings: cursing, suggestive language, hinata’s is SUPER long lol mild objectification, bo and kuroo’s are criminally the shortest ones i’ve written so far ugh (but they get the point across), and I think that’s it :D
notes: first of all, can i just say THANK Y'ALL SO MUCH ♡♡♡ i did not expect that headcanon to blow up, so i will do my very best to make the following ones just as juicy and entertaining for y'all :))) special thanks to @melanatedkink for helping out with this, she helps bring out my inner whore lol hope you guys enjoy !!
notes ii: didn't want the situations to get too repetitive, so these may take me a little longer for the other characters i do in the future, but i appreciate the love and patience for the series thus far !!! you guys are awesome
tagged: @daedaep69 , @ahahadumbo , @viktoryn , @mdsb , @ourgoddessathena , @ushygushybaby , @hyori2 , @lumpywolf , @fantasycantasy
HINATA knew all about the list. Being the social butterfly he was, it would be impossible for the topic not to come up in conversation, especially since a lot of his friends were on it. He found it interesting, to say the least, but never really took the whole thing too seriously. It was just for shits and giggles after all, right?
During a water break in the gym, Hinata aimed for his mouth while squeezing the bottle. Most made it inside, but the rest dripped down his chin. Thinking nothing of it, the spiker used the bottom of his jersey to wipe his face dry, be it water or sweat. And even though it was for a split second, it was more than enough time for the damage to be done to the hearts of those chilling up by the railing on the first level. Beneath the LEDs, in all their sinful glory, were Shoyo Hinata’s nipple piercings.
The gates of heaven have opened, and the choir sings a hymn. But, along came Satan, as he rubbed his seedy hands together in mischief. The groupies were shellshocked and knew they must alert the masses, eyeing their prey all the way until the end of practice. This caught the attention of a certain blonde setter, who brought it to Hinata’s attention right off the bat as they cleaned up the court.
“Oi. Don’t wanna alarm ya or anythin’, but…those spectators up there been eye-ballin’ you for quite a while. Could be trouble.”
The tangerine gave a confused grin, looking over his shoulder in their direction. Sure enough, their eyes never wavered, not even after being caught. However, he merely shrugged it off. “It’s probably nothing.”
Atsumu hummed, skeptically. Though, he didn’t push it any further.
Once they were dismissed and sent to the showers, by the time Hinata was done he'd be the only one left in the locker room. He had to take his time and be extra careful not to bump his piercings, still kinda sensitive. Kageyama offered to stay behind so they could walk back together, "HINATA-BOKE, HURRY UP BEFORE I LEAVE YOUR SLOW ASS IN HERE."
But, Hinata politely declined. "SUCK A DICK, BAKAYAMA. I'm going over [_____]'s tonight, so go on ahead!"
With a nod, the stoic setter took his leave. "Cool. Tell 'em I said hey. See you tomorrow."
"See ya tomorrow!"
And then, all was quiet.
The only sounds filling the space were the running water, his humming, and the flickering overhead lights. When he stepped out with a towel wrapped snuggly around his waist, Hinata heard the sound of his phone ringing in his bag. His tired expression soon melted into joy at the cheesy love song he used as your ringtone.
Pressing the answer button, Hinata greeted you with his face all in the camera, and a bright, "Hi, [_____]!!~ You here already?"
Your eyes were on the road but you grinned, adoringly. "Hi, Sho. And, no, almost there though. I stopped by the canteen to grab some dinner. Know how hungry you get after practice."
"Mmm, starved. You're an angel, angel."
Staying on the call as he changed, the two of you conversed about each other's day as normal. However, when the topic of those groupies eventually came up, it instantly made you tense. Even though most of his fans were harmless, there were still a few rotten apples in the bunch that made you wary. "God, don’t tell me they asked you to spike their ass like a ball again."
Hinata snorted, throwing on a clean shirt, "That wasn't me, remember? That was Sakusa-san. Never seen him look so horrified." You laughed, having recalled. "But, according to 'tsumu-san, they hardly took their eyes off me tonight.”
“That’s old news, babe. Those vultures are always watching you.”
“Not always-”
"ALWAYS." You affirmed, pulling up to the building. Parking outside the doors, you teasingly said, "We can continue talking about how wrong you are in the car, I’m outside. And hurry, the food's gonna get cold."
"Yes, boss," he chuckled, gathering up his things. Throwing the duffle over his shoulder, Hinata made haste for the lobby, making sure to turn the lights off behind him. “See you in a minute, sunshine.~”
With that he hung up, walking with a spring in his step. He had a surprise for you, and couldn’t wait to finally show them off later. Now that the piercings had healed enough, Hinata couldn’t fight the obscene images clouding his mind of all the things you’d do once you saw them. It made him dizzy just thinking about it…
Unfortunately, someone would beat him to the punch. Or, more specifically, something.
‘Shoyo Hinata. 5’6ft sweetheart, and a ball of energy who’ll light up any room he walks into. He may look all innocent, but clearly, we’ve been underestimating him. Kinda has everyone wondering what other piercings he may be hiding…and where.~ What he may lack in height, he makes up for in girth. Expect to go for several rounds back to back, ‘cause he’s got STAMINA. This man will also be very vocal—Talk you through an orgasm, how good you make him feel, dirty-talk, begging, you name it—He is BIG on communication. He's also a cuddler, after-care will be disgustingly sweet, and pillow talk will be a must. 100/10.’
Wow. You suspected those parasites were up to no good, but never would’ve expected this. The picture attached to the thread was of your boyfriend, mid-air from blocking a ball, with his arms straight up. As he was coming down, his shirt was coming up, exposing his whole torso. It was a little blurry, but whoever took the photo zoomed in enough to where you could easily make out the silver on his nipples.
You pursed your lips, uncertain on how to feel. On one hand, you were kinda annoyed they, let alone the whole campus, got to see them before you even knew about them. But, on the horny hand…
“Hey, gorgeous!” Hinata exclaimed, startling you out of your thoughts. He had opened the back door, and threw his bag on the seat before eagerly joining you in the front. Leaning across the console to give you a kiss, he was taken aback when you stopped him, placing a finger on his lips. “Mmm?”
You gave him a blank look, making him a little nervous. He was just on the phone with you and things were totally fine, what could’ve possibly changed in the five minutes it took him to get to the car? Hinata didn’t have to ponder for long, though. Not when you used that very same finger to hook around his collar, yanking it downward. He yelped, pulling away in the last second, but his reflexes couldn’t save him this time.
You confirmed it with your own eyes now.
“I uh—…T-Those are…,” he spluttered, scratching his cheek. You happily watched him squirm, arms crossed with a knowing grin on your face. Hinata sweat-dropped. “I-I was gonna t-tell you, I swear, but I wanted them to heal a little before I did, so that you could…”
“Could what, Sho?”
His face was pure vermilion. With a huff, Hinata whined, “How’d you even find out? I had a whole thing planned and everything! Was it Bakayama? Did he tell you?? Dammit, I knew I should’ve asked someone else to come with me to the appointment!”
You chuckled, shaking your head. “No, it wasn’t Kageyama. I told you so, those vultures are always watching.”
“Huh?”
“I’ll tell you later. For now,” you reached over again, this time with both hands as lithe fingertips slid underneath the thin cotton of his shirt, trailing up the smooth skin until you brushed against the perked nubs. Hinata twitched, immediately biting back a moan as you began teasing them at once. If he got any redder, he’d surely pass out from all the blood rushing to his head. Luckily, it was also rushing elsewhere. “Let’s hurry and get you back to mine’s, hm?"
"...S-So I uhn," he keened when you lightly tugged on one, hand reflexively grabbing your wrist, but not to stop you. His eyes fluttered as he let you feel him up as much as you pleased, mouth hung open as he began panting like a dog. "...I take it y-you like them, then?"
"Oh, baby, I love 'em. Best investment ever, honestly. Can't wait to put them in my mouth," you sighed dreamily, gently pinching to elicit a moan from the ginger. Music to your ears. From the look on his face, he could probably cum from this feeling alone. You pulled away at the thought, smirking as he instantly began protesting.
"Aht, not so fast, we still gotta eat. But, don't worry. You'll get your dessert."
Homie nodded so quick, you were sure he gave himself whiplash. Adorable.
By the end of a very long night full of debauchery, you eventually told him about the list and how exactly you found out about the piercings. And you know what? He couldn’t even be mad. At least it wasn't Kageyama.
“Oh! He says ‘hey’ by the way.”
Now, BOKUTO thought he knew about the list. But after the whole…misunderstanding with Akaashi, it turned out he knew absolutely nothing. Granted, how he felt about it didn’t really change after his friends spent over an hour explaining it to him. If anything, it fueled his distaste for it even more. When he showed up on your doorstep looking absolutely distraught, fat tears rolling down his face as he proclaimed his unwavering devotion to you, you only needed one guess.
‘Kotaro Bokuto. 6’2ft of GAWD DAMN. He's sweet, confident, and R E S P E C T F U L?? We love a triple threat. Not to mention how MASSIVE he is, and don’t even get me started on his ass. Would literally be unable to keep my hands to myself, just saying. Like how you see him dominate the volleyball court, the same could be said for the bedroom, without a doubt. Bokuto loves to give, but he’s also a taker. Definitely gives off Switch with service Dom tendencies. Plus he’s greedy. He doesn’t care if you already came four times, give him some more!!! ∞/10. He is beyond the standard. Argue with the wall.’
You remembered reading it while taking a break from studying, merely brushing it off. It was only a matter of time he’d end up on their radar, you had prepared for it since the list first started circulating around campus. Frankly, you had completely forgotten about it; up until now.
“Ko, baby, please calm down-”
“I don’t care how many people wanna touch my ass! They can’t have it, it’s for you to touch and nobody else!”
You quickly pulled him into your room before he screamed any more embarrassing stuff in the hallway, knowing your neighbors probably recognized his voice by now. The last thing you wanted was another noise complaint, your RA already despised his visits enough to consider banning him altogether–Whether or not they had the authority, you’d rather not find out today.
Once behind the safety of a closed door, the behemoth of a man came crashing down to his knees, arms circling around your midriff as he buried himself in your stomach. You jumped slightly as your room shook from the sudden action, deeply exhaling in order to reconfigure your thinning patience. Taking a page from Akaashi’s book, you knew getting snippy with Bokuto while he was in this state would only worsen it, so you approached cautiously.
“Ko,” you cooed, reaching down to caress his deflated hair. He sniffled, hugging you closer in response. Gently, you pushed him far enough to see his face, wiping away the tears as you offered him a soft smile. “Look at me, do I look upset to you?”
Bokuto took a moment to search your eyes, then shook his head.
“Exactly. Which means you don’t need to be, you’ve done nothing wrong. Now stand up, I’m sure that drop hurt your knees, didn’t it?”
He sniffled once more, then nodded. Slightly embarrassed, Bokuto stumbled back up to his full height, and sure enough, his knees were red. You tsked, gesturing to your desk chair for him to sit on while you fetched an ice pack from your fridge.
“Although I appreciate the reassurance, I already knew you were on the list, babe.”
Bokuto’s head shot up from looking at the floor, mood instantly doing a one-eighty as he gaped at you in shock. “HUH? Why didn’t you say anything to me about it?”
“I didn’t think you cared,” you replied, chuckling. “It’s been up for weeks. I figured you saw it and just ignored it, or something. Besides, I’ve gotten used to people openly expressing their attraction to you, so it wasn’t anything new.”
“You shouldn’t have to get used to it! People need to respect our relationship, no matter how fantastic I am!”
You snorted, but couldn’t help the chuckle. Returning with an ice pack, you kneeled by his legs and placed the cooling relief upon the irritated skin. “Mm, you are pretty fantastic. But, I don’t mind the attention you get, Ko. Because I know I’m the lucky one who gets you all to myself.”
Bokuto beamed down at you, lower lip quivering at the praise.
Effortlessly, he swooped you up from the floor and held you in his lap, the ice pack long forgotten as it slipped out your hands. With a loving squeeze, Bokuto nuzzled into the side of your neck, forcing soft giggles out of you from the ticklish feeling as you hugged him back. You felt so warm in his embrace, and he smelled like home. Even if you’d never say such corny things out loud, the way you melted in his arms was enough for him to know exactly how you felt; it was mutual.
"Plus, you can get a bit intense. They wouldn't last the night."
"Hey, hey, hey, you got that right," Bokuto grinned, smugly. "No one could ever handle me as well as you do, baby owl..." he purred, warm breath fanning over the skin of your shoulder, signaling goosebumps up your arms. You hummed in thought, snuggling in closer, whilst also not-so-accidentally grinding back against the flag pole in his sweats. He grunted, hips jerking upward in surprise.
"Hm, I dunno. It's been a while, I may have forgotten how."
Bokuto chuckled at the tease, the vibrations deep within his chest as he squeezed you a little tighter. You bit your lip to hold in your giddiness as his large hands began to wander, feeling a different kind of warmth as he began to overwhelm your senses. Trailing wet kisses from your shoulder to the side of your face, he playfully nipped at your cheek, eliciting a tiny squeal from you as you wiggled in his hold. And doing so only made you grind back on him even more.
His breathing grew heavier with each passing second, letting out a guttural groan before he flipped you around, making you straddle him. To anyone else, experiencing his sudden mood changes would've given them whiplash. Just moments prior, he'd been on his knees, crying with his head buried in your stomach like it was the end of the world. Now, he looked about five seconds from being on his knees for a different reason. For you, it was just another Wednesday.
"That so? How 'bout I remind you then?"
KUROO thought the list was the most hilarious thing to ever occur on campus, hands down one of his go-to's for entertainment when he’s bored.
Like right now.
The lecture dragged on for what felt like forever, the professor mumbling about absolutely nothing of value as everyone in the class busied themselves with whatever would keep them awake. Some played games on their laptops pretending to take notes, while others blatantly chatted with their deskmates.
With an airpod in, Kuroo had you on facetime in the corner of his screen so that you could keep each other company while he scrolled through social media, and you put away dishes. You tried to convince him to leave the class early, "Clearly you aren't paying attention, so you might as well."
"Unfortunately, he only counts attendance if you sign your name on the exit sheet at the very end of the lecture. So leaving early's out of the question." He muttered. You hummed in understanding, then chortled.
"Oh. Sucks to be you, then."
Kuroo glared half-heartedly at you, but it completely softened at the sound of your laughter, despite it being at his expense. He kissed his teeth after checking the time, mildly annoyed that he still had less than ten minutes. “Why’d you even take the course if you couldn’t care less about it?”
“I needed another elective. And…Kenma was the one who recommended it. Said it’d be an easy pass.”
“And you believed him?” Cue another round of your laughter.
He grumbled, off-screen for you but clearly pouting as he chose to ignore your question. No matter, his silence was answer enough.
With a mere shake of your head, you continued putting away dishes on your end. Kuroo, on the other hand, found himself stumbling upon something that perked him up instantly. After refreshing the feed for more mindless content, the user-handle he knew all too well showed itself like a beacon of hope, beckoning him with the promise of filling the next ten minutes with something way more interesting than…whatever this class was about.
@/FckIt22.
After the last fiasco with Bokuto, then later on Kenma, the ravenette contemplated blocking them. As golden as those situations were, something told him that deep down he could be next. But, it was days like this he was glad he didn’t. His boredom was becoming unbearable…and it was so tempting. What harm could it do to look at this one little upda—“HAH?!”
‘Tetsurou Kuroo. 6’2ft gentleman that you’d proudly take home to mom, and even get your father’s approval. With his charm and roguish good looks, it's no wonder his reputation screams 'playboy'. But, he can’t fool me. I know what he is. A whole SUB, no sandwich. I’m sure being as tall as he is, and how he carries himself, people automatically assume he’s a Dom. False. If you’re looking to be dominated, keep looking. Kuroo wants to be babied, told he’s a good boy, and edged until he nearly passes out. Definitely a little brat, but his hair defies gravity for a reason, PULL ON IT. Boss him around, take control, and watch him literally melt in your hands. 8/10 because he's also a stubborn mofo. Literally would pay to see this man cry from overstimulation ugh.’
Kuroo shot out of his seat, practically piercing right through the air of humdrum. He not only startled you, but the entire lecture hall including the professor. Comically slapping a hand over his mouth, Kuroo’s face immediately began to burn from not only his outburst but also at the fact that his karma came way sooner than he was prepared for...
He wanted nothing more than for the ceiling to collapse on him and him only.
“Tetsu?? Are you okay, what happened?? Hello??”
"U-Uh, I'll call you back." He squeaked, double-tapping his airpod to end the call.
The professor crossed his arms, "Mr. Tetsurou. I understand that my lecture may not be the most enjoyable part of your day, but I would appreciate it if you endured it for just," the professor checks his watch, "six more minutes. Is that alright with you?"
Before he could even open his mouth to give an excuse, a chorus of vibrations, dings, and whistles from various phones instantly made the business major shrivel up. Next thing he knew, what used to be a room full of the undead was now livelier than ever before. Kuroo could feel every single one of their searing gazes; like being an insect under a microscope.
"Bro, this you?" A student sitting behind him leaned forward, phone in hand as he shoved it in Kuroo's face. The picture stared back at him, smugly grinning and shirtless as he ironically thirst-trapped the camera. Out of all the pictures…
He internally cringed. "U-Uhh..."
"Please, everyone settle down, so we can continue-" The professor attempted to redirect focus, but he had already lost it way before all this happened. A few more students jumped straight into bombarding him with questions, eager to push for more info now that this supposed new side of him had been revealed.
“Whoa, how much of this is true??”
“Kuroo-san, I’ll happily baby you!~”
“Aw man, thought for sure you’d be the type to take control, not give it up. What a bummer. No offense.”
He absolutely took offense to that.
With no help from the professor, as he tried and failed to recollect everyone's attention, Kuroo thought of the next best course of action to get him out of this sticky situation. Jumping out a two-story window didn't sound so bad, and the broken bones would be a great distraction from the suffocating feeling of public humiliation.
In the midst of all the theories and queries being thrown at him from every angle, his phone went off multiple times. Mostly from you, but the rest were no doubt the groupchat clowning him once they caught wind of the news. The guys weren't gonna let him live this one down, that's for certain. And to make matters worse...he still had four long minutes left in the class.
He exhaled, "Should've blocked 'em when I had the chance..."
Gathering up his stuff, Kuroo used his long legs to evade the ever-growing crowd of prodding students, all most likely not even caring about the post itself, but more so just wanting to kill class time; he refused to be a scapegoat.
Marching right up to the professor, who gave up trying to round up the class, the rooster-head mustered up the most pathetic look possible to evoke sympathy outta the wrinkly man. "Hey, so uh… may I please be excused a little early for this one time, sir? I'd really hate to be such a distraction from your insightful lecture-"
"Just go, Mr. Tetsurou." Didn't need to tell him twice.
As soon as he made it to your dorm, you could imagine his shock that his friends were already there, waiting as if they knew he'd come running straight to you. You offered him a teasing grin, shrugging as you said, “They came for…emotional support.”
He didn't know if he was mortified or mortified—Yaku, Yamamoto, Bokuto, Akaashi, hell, even Kenma rolled out of bed, wrapped in a blanket burrito and all, just to see the look on his best friend's face. He grinned, sardonically, then patted the empty spot on the couch right next to him. "Welcome to the club. We've been expecting you."
Oh, he was definitely blocking that godforsaken list now. And finding a new elective.
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Ain't nobody prayin' for me
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I feel like a chip on my shoulders
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Feel like, I feel like you're miseducated
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I feel like you may be the problem
I feel like it ain't no tomorrow, fuck the world
The world is endin', I'm done pretendin'
And fuck you if you get offended
I feel like friends been overrated
I feel like the family been fakin'
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Feel like I ain't feelin' you all
Feel like removin' myself, no feelings involved
I feel for you, I've been in the field for you
It's real for you, right? Shit, I feel like
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I feel niggas been out of pocket
I feel niggas tappin' they pockets
I feel like debated on who the greatest can stop it
I am legend, I feel like all of y'all is peasants
I feel like all of y'all is desperate
I feel like all it take is a second to feel like
Mike Jordan whenever holdin' a real mic
I ain't feelin' your presence
Feel like I'ma learn you a lesson
Feel like only me and the music, though
I feel like your feelin' ain't mutual
I feel like the enemy you should know
Feel like the feelin' of no hope
The feelin' of bad dope
A quarter ounce manipulated from soap
The feelin', the feelin' of false freedom
I'll force-feed 'em the poison that fill 'em up in the prison
I feel like it's just me
Look, I feel like I can't breathe
Look, I feel like I can't sleep
Look, I feel heartless, often off this
Feelin' of fallin', of fallin' apart with
Darkest hours, lost it
Fillin' the void of bein' employed with ballin'
Streets is talkin', fill in the blanks with coffins
Fill up the banks with dollars
Fill up the graves with fathers
Fill up the babies with bullshit
Internet blogs and pulpit, fill 'em with gossip
I feel like this gotta be the feelin' what 'Pac was
The feelin' of an apocalypse happenin'
But nothin' is awkward, the feelin' won't prosper
The feelin' is toxic, I feel like I'm boxin' demons
Monsters, false prophets schemin'
Sponsors, industry promises
Niggas, bitches, honkies, crackers, Compton
Church, religion, token blacks, and bondage
Lawsuit visits, subpoena served in concert
Fuck your feelings, I mean this for imposters
I can feel it, the phoenix sure to watch us
I can feel it, the dream is more than process
I can put a regime that forms a Loch Ness
I can feel it, the scream that haunts our logic
I feel like say somethin', I feel like take somethin'
I feel like skatin' off, I feel like waitin' for 'em
Maybe it's too late for 'em
I feel like the whole world want me to pray for 'em
But who the fuck prayin' for me?
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Ain't nobody prayin' for me
Ain't nobody prayin' for me
Ain't nobody prayin' for me
Ain't nobody prayin' for me
Ain't nobody prayin' for me
Ain't nobody prayin' for me
Ain't nobody prayin' for me
I feel like a chip on my shoulders
I feel like I'm losin' my focus
I feel like I'm losin' my patience
I feel like my thoughts in the basement
Feel like, I feel like you're miseducated
Feel like I don't wanna be bothered
I feel like you may be the problem
I feel like it ain't no tomorrow, fuck the world
The world is endin', I'm done pretendin'
And fuck you if you get offended
I feel like friends been overrated
I feel like the family been fakin'
I feel like the feelings are changin'
Feel like my daughter compromised and jaded
Feel like you wanna scrutinize how I made it
Feel like I ain't feelin' you all
Feel like removin' myself, no feelings involved
I feel for you, I've been in the field for you
It's real for you, right? Shit, I feel like
Ain't nobody prayin' for me
Ain't nobody prayin' for me
Ain't nobody prayin' for me
Ain't nobody prayin'
I feel niggas been out of pocket
I feel niggas tappin' they pockets
I feel like debated on who the greatest can stop it
I am legend, I feel like all of y'all is peasants
I feel like all of y'all is desperate
I feel like all it take is a second to feel like
Mike Jordan whenever holdin' a real mic
I ain't feelin' your presence
Feel like I'ma learn you a lesson
Feel like only me and the music, though
I feel like your feelin' ain't mutual
I feel like the enemy you should know
Feel like the feelin' of no hope
The feelin' of bad dope
A quarter ounce manipulated from soap
The feelin', the feelin' of false freedom
I'll force-feed 'em the poison that fill 'em up in the prison
I feel like it's just me
Look, I feel like I can't breathe
Look, I feel like I can't sleep
Look, I feel heartless, often off this
Feelin' of fallin', of fallin' apart with
Darkest hours, lost it
Fillin' the void of bein' employed with ballin'
Streets is talkin', fill in the blanks with coffins
Fill up the banks with dollars
Fill up the graves with fathers
Fill up the babies with bullshit
Internet blogs and pulpit, fill 'em with gossip
I feel like this gotta be the feelin' what 'Pac was
The feelin' of an apocalypse happenin'
But nothin' is awkward, the feelin' won't prosper
The feelin' is toxic, I feel like I'm boxin' demons
Monsters, false prophets schemin'
Sponsors, industry promises
Niggas, bitches, honkies, crackers, Compton
Church, religion, token blacks, and bondage
Lawsuit visits, subpoena served in concert
Fuck your feelings, I mean this for imposters
I can feel it, the phoenix sure to watch us
I can feel it, the dream is more than process
I can put a regime that forms a Loch Ness
I can feel it, the scream that haunts our logic
I feel like say somethin', I feel like take somethin'
I feel like skatin' off, I feel like waitin' for 'em
Maybe it's too late for 'em
I feel like the whole world want me to pray for 'em
But who the fuck prayin' for me?
Ain't nobody prayin' for me
Who prayin' for me?
Ain't nobody prayin'
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JJK Characters but they're your roommate
Choso
The perfect roommate to have but he's still adjusting to mundane life in general. He insists on cooking for the two of you but its not great (u gotta let him down gently pls) Your place will be clean as HELL tho he deep cleans like biweekly. If you genuinely don't want to, He'll make "The Important" phonecalls like when something goes wrong w the wifi or when you need your landlord to fix something. He's just really helpful in general and is always looking out for you.
Shoko
Literally always at work so?? When she is at home though, she takes care of her own messes and expects you to do the same. She mostly keeps to herself (at first) especially cause she doesn't really have all that much time to socialize anyway, But if y'all are drinking buddies? You get that much closer to her. She doesn't talk about herself much but she truly enjoys your company, and after a while you'll get to see her more humorous side.
Nanami
The rent is always on time bih! If ur his roommate you gotta be the opposite of Gojo, literally when he gets off work all he wants is peace. The type to remind you that y'all are renting if you try to put nails in the walls or paint them, he's not paying for any damages. He cooks so he'll share his meals with u, and while he doesn't expect it, he's so appreciative if you cook too or clean up afterwards. You know you're in good hands cause he reads the conditions of the lease like 100 times to make sure y'all aren't trapped in any predatory contracts.
Toji
Another person who's barely home, he'll come in and out at any hour but he never really stays for long. His room is messy af but as long as it stays in his room , its not a big deal right? He'll unapologetically eat your food and not understand why you're so upset about it, "it's just food 🙄" He'll also use your products, basically what's yours is his unless you literally lock that shit up. The perk is that you usually have the place to yourself and he can fix things when they break so you save a lot on utilities.
Utahime
Such a considerate roomie but she's no pushover. Like if you are actively fucking up the Vibes she'll let you know. She's so resourceful tho like if you ever run out of anything she probably has extras somewhere in the house. She cares a lot about the decor and keeping things tidy so her space is really pleasant to look at. After a long day of work she just wants to come home and have a drink or two and if you'll listen to her ramble she's a happy camper.
Gojo
The roommate you either love or hate. While he's barely there, when he is he makes his presence known no matter where you are (even if ur showering) Would probably play dumbass tiktok pranks on you that range from mildly annoying to making you consider packing up your stuff and leaving lmao. Hes a roommate you could do anything with tho, like one day ur at an art gallery the next you're on a road trip stopping at various beaches. All in all, there's never a dull moment when he's around.
Geto
One of the best roommates to have? He's easygoing, not really loud or messy and he can get along with most people. A true homie fr. Will love u forever if you can cook (like bro anything is better than the curses he has to eat) and he be having The Munchies 👀 He has excellent music taste and will softly bump that shit throughout the house. He's cracking tf up if he catches u shazaming his songs cause u were too embarrassed to ask for the names of them lmao.
Mei Mei
She Ballin. No fr though she wants a high rise, with an amazing view and on-site amenities. Rarely home because she goes where the money resides, but she's fun to be around when she is. She gets everything y'all could ever need delivered but she doesn't mind shopping with you once in a while, it's one of the few times you get to really interact. She can be a little messy but you can't really complain cause... look where u live lol.
#subtly sneaking in the hc that geto smoakes oui'd#choso#shoko ieri#nanami kento#toji fushiguro#gojo satoru#geto suguru#mei mei#jjk hcs#jujutsu kaisen#jujutsu headcanons#jjk x reader#need me a freak that can fix a sink 😩#black reader
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hahahah happy birthday to me here’s 7,000+ words of clubbing & filth
birthday | janthony smut
cw: a LOT of smut.
When Jasmine descended the stairs to the living room, her fiancé's eyes latched onto her like a magnet. Anthony stumbled to set down the celebratory bottle of champagne in his hand because he couldn't trust himself to hold on; his every fiber was captivated by her body in that dress. The dark red number clung tightly to her figure and accentuated the swell of her hips, but his eyes were stuck on the lacy bodice. The straps were thin and the neckline plunged all the way to her waist, allowing Anthony's eyes to see nearly everything they wanted. Nearly.
"Jas, holy shit, you look incredible," he breathed, shaking away the stars obstructing his vision.
Her perfectly painted lips curled into a soft smile as she strolled towards Anthony's arms. "Thanks baby," she smiled and casually pecked his cheek, "you look pretty hot yourself."
His hand found it's home on the small of her back, as she scanned the room and the various gold balloons and lettering wishing her a happy birthday. Their friends were on their way over for a few early drinks and private toasts before the surprise limousine Anthony hired would come to take them all to an exclusive Manhattan club.
"This looks lovely babe, I can't believe you planned this whole night for me," she smiled, nuzzling her head against his chest.
"Of course, love. I mean look at you... clearly you deserve a night fit for a queen." With a little smirk, he captured the giggle that tumbled from her lips in a kiss and cradled her flushed cheeks in his hands. He could have turned right then to take her back up the stairs and to the bedroom, but he knew he had to wait. He settled for a kiss, a deep kiss with his tongue earnestly teasing hers, until they were interrupted by a doorbell.
Friends continued to trickle in over the next hour as champagne and various mixed drinks were flowing. Andrew yelled out "yes bitch!" as Jasmine twirled to show off her dress, and Anthony couldn't help but notice the flush in Jasmine's cheeks and the weight that had clearly been lifted from her shoulders. She was feeling herself and feeling free, which is all he wanted for her tonight.
Emmy was the first to offer a toast to the birthday girl, followed quickly by everyone else in the room. It seemed everyone had silently agreed on the shared goal of making Jasmine tear up and getting everyone drunk off Dom Pérignon champagne, and they certainly succeeded. By the time Anthony finished off the final words, Jasmine was rubbing under eyes and shaking her head.
"I swear to god if y'all ruined my makeup I'll kill you, but that was the sweetest thing I've ever seen. Thank you guys so much for being with me and I love you all so fucking much! Now lets rip another shot and go to the club bitches!!!!!" She sealed her speech with a kiss to her fiancé's lips as all the friends surrounding them cheered and raised their glasses.
Anthony held her gaze for an extra second after their lips parted to soak up how uniquely beautiful she looks when she's this happy, then gathered the room's attention. "Alright alright, surprise y'all! There's a limousine out front to take us to the club and we've gotta VIP booth when we get there. We're ballin' out for real tonight homies," he shouted.
Jasmine looked at her man incredulously for a moment, before leaning forward to hold his waist and peck his lips again. "You're insane, baby," she laughed into his neck as he hugged her and rubbed up and down her back.
"Like I said Jas, fit for a queen."
After a quick shot of Don Julio had everyone buzzing, the crew climbed into the black stretch limousine waiting for them outside. The ride to the club was bustling, with the speakers cranked and alcohol lighting up everyone's laughter. Jasmine was seated between her girlfriends, and Anthony couldn't help but stare at her smiles and giggles until he felt an elbow in his ribs.
"You're absolutely whipped, bro," Daveed laughed.
"And you're not?" He quipped back. They looked over at Emmy's head lolled on Jasmine's shoulder as they both laughed at something on her phone, and realized they were in the same boat. Their girls had them under a spell tonight. When they arrived, the girls strut upstairs on their high heels, giggling as a bouncer pulled back a red rope to welcome them into their private area for the evening.
After a quick photo shoot, everyone relented to the pull of the booming music and followed Jasmine to the dance floor. The DJ must have sensed the energy shift because as soon as Jasmine and Emmy's glasses clinked in the spot they claimed on the floor, Beyoncé's Formation rang through the dark hall. All the girls were thrust into their element as they bounced to the intoxicating beat that pulsed through them. After a few songs Jasmine met the bottom of her glass and looked around for Anthony. She teetered over to him and rested with her hand against his chest and her head on his shoulder. He pressed a soft kiss to her temple and smiled against her glistening skin. "Hi baby, you good?"
"So good, Ant. Let's get another drink!" She cried out, tapping him eagerly.
He saw the familiar loll of her head when she was creeping from tipsy to drunk and moved his hands to steady her waist. "Give me a dance first, hm?" He asked slyly, taking her empty glass and setting it beside his own on the counter nearby.
Grinning as Doja Cat egged her on even further, Jasmine agreed and placed her hands over his before spinning around under his hold. He reached around to peck her cheek then tightened his grip on her sides to guide her hips back to his. Her ass in this dress had been a marvel to ogle all evening, but now that it was giving him a first taste of the friction he'd been craving, it was even more mesmerizing.
She loved watching him fall under her spell, and all night she'd been dropping lower or rolling harder every time she caught him staring. Now that she had the chance, she was ready to really drive him to his edge. She felt the hot breath on her neck becoming ragged, and smirked as he tried in vain to bury the sounds of his eagerness into her neck. Wanting to see him lose control, she rolled her hips against the bulge she felt growing.
"Jas..." he groaned, matching her movement and holding her hipbones to pull her back harder.
Her grinding stayed below the beat of the music that captured them in their own little bubble. It was slow and sensuous and the kisses to the crook of her neck only encouraged her more. His hands lowered to the top her thighs as her's reached back to tug at his curls and secure him to her back. The constraint in his jeans was started to ache, so he spun her around to ease the friction.
His hands firmly gripped her waist as he taunted her lips with his own, leaving just an inch of space between them. Jasmine tilted her chin as she yearned for a kiss, but was met only with a smirk and a knee between her legs to push her back towards the nearby countertop. When her back met the edge, he found her lips and trapped them between his own while rolling his hips against her. Before things escalated any further, Jasmine was reminded of her initial goal by Andrew's distant cry for shots. When he found the compromising position Anthony held her in, he smirked and cocked his eyebrow. Before Jasmine could protest whatever mischief he was surely conjuring up, he clapped his hands and grabbed their nearby friends. "Alright bitches, body shots!" he cheered.
Jasmine's jaw dropped before softening into a laugh, while Anthony buried his flushing face into her neck. When he pulled back, he winked and placed his hands on her ribs to lift her onto the counter. She barely noticed the little crowd of their friends that had formed around them, as all she could do was wantonly observe Anthony's every move for hints at what would come next. She only realized Andrew and Daveed were right next to her when the supplies for the shots seemingly appeared in Anthony's hands.With one hand cradling her upper back he used the other to press against her chest, laying her down on the table ready to be devoured.
After licking a long, slow stripe up her neck that sent shivers right to her core, Anthony generously sprinkled the salt shaker onto her wet and exposed skin. Her eyes were narrowed and darkened, watching as his thumb traced across her bottom lip before setting the lime wedge between her teeth. Daveed poured a shot of Don Julio 1942 and passed Anthony the amber-filled glass. Looking down at his girl, Anthony stepped between her legs and reached down to brush the hair out of her face, letting his fingertips just ghost across her cheekbone.
"Ready, babe?"
Jasmine replied with a seductive glance down her body then back to his eyes. Despite the lime in her mouth, her lips still curled into the slightest cheeky grin that made Anthony ravenous. Before his blood had time to rush south, he pushed the shot glass into her deep cleavage and dove his tongue to her neck. As he tasted the salt, the booming music and cheers from friends all melted away until all he could hear was the hitch of her breath. He greedily lapped at her skin until not a single grain remained, then ghosted his lips down the expanse of her décolletage until his face was pressed against her breasts. His mouth opened wide so his lips would just brush her soft skin before clasping around the glass and pulling up to suck down the musky liquid. Next he hovered back up to her eager smile and bit down on the lime while pressing his lips into her's. His hands trailed down her sides then wrapped under the arch of her back to pull her closer. When he couldn't handle the slightest separation of their mouths any longer, he pulled back with the lime between his teeth to spit it onto the floor, then dove back into lick the juice from her lips and then let her taste it. Their lips wrestled for a few moments, until the sounds of their surroundings came back to their own secluded reality, and Anthony pulled back with a smug look of accomplishment. Jasmine's cheeks were deeply flushed, but she feigned innocence as she sat up and ordered "my turn".
She stepped towards her fiance and rested her hands on his chest for just a moment before letting them slide down to undo the few remaining buttons of his shirt. Once it was hanging open she shoved him back by the chest so he was up against the counter where she had been just moments ago. His eyebrow cocked at her ferocity, but he complied and lay back while raking his fingers through his curls. Jasmine trailed a finger from Anthony's belt buckle up to his adam's apple to examine her options, then reached for the salt shaker. She stood between his thighs and leaned over to run her tongue across the cut ridges of his stomach, before adding the salt. She turned to Daveed for the lime wedge and set it between Anthony's lips, but paused before reaching back for the shot glass. With a hand roughly to the side of his head, she exposed his neck and licked his sweet spot before adding more salt. His lips fell open in surprise, and she just giggled. "What? I like a lot of salt."
Anthony rolled his eyes and watched as she sunk down to lick the salt from his abs. She looked up at him through her eyelashes as her tongue explored every crevice, then licked a long stripe up his chest, across his collarbone, and to the next patch of salt on his neck. Anthony winced as her lips brushed the spot that never failed to give him chills, then tensed as she sucked the tender skin between her teeth to nibble softly. Once she was sure a small bruise would remain, she pulled back to reach out for the shot glass. Once she'd downed it effortlessly, she turned to her final treat between his lips. She bit down on the wedge and let the sourness erase the tequila's burn on her tongue, before spitting it out so she could focus instead on her fiancé's taste. This time, as Jasmine's lips eagerly kneaded Anthony's, they remained oblivious to the friends jeering around them. As Anthony stood up, his hands fixed immediately to her hips as she led them back to the dance floor.
While their hips rocked in time, Jasmine's hands started to wander from his waist to his chest, feeling for the definition of his pectorals. When her fingertips grazed the coolness of his gold chain, they lingered and fiddled for a while until she wrapped her fingers around the links to tug him closer. Still toying with the jewelry, she looked up at him with doe eyes and smirked "kiss me". And finally, he did. His lips pressed to her's gently at first, as if they were each trying to memorize the sensation. When he pulled back, their eyes met and their noses bumped, lips relaxing into soft smiles before smashing together again with more fervor. Each kiss was a stronger signal of what they needed from the other, as hands raked down backs and hips shoved together. Anthony's grip was unyielding as he rolled his hips against her, ensuring she could feel exactly how he throbbed for her.
"Feels like you have a problem baby," she whispered seductively, letting her lips brush the shell of his ear. "Something I can help with?"
He reached down to grasp handfuls of her ass, pulling her in tighter. "Babe you're just adding fuel to the fire," he laughed, his tone sultry and patient.
"So let me help," she pleaded, "let's go to the bathroom. No one will notice if my knees are a little bruised." Her doe eyes conveyed such innocence that Anthony had a hard time bridging the dissonance with her dirty words.
"You're not sucking me off in the bathroom, babe. Absolutely not." He pinched her chin and tilted it away, so he could press soft kisses to her cheeks. His hands were still kneading her ass with no care left for who could see.
"Why not!" Jasmine whined, craning her neck to hint that she wanted him at her pulse point.
He ignored her signals for the time being and focused on his sweet and tame kisses, before ghosting his lips over to her ear. "Because my love, tonight is about you. And when I get you how I want you, I want you to be so desperate that you're begging for it." He punctuated his words by tugging at her ear lobe with his teeth, feeling how his breath sent shivers and melted her deeper into his embrace.
Those words along with the darkened eyes piercing through her own had sent Jasmine reeling. She tried shuffling her legs around his so she could get some friction on his thigh, but he held her firm. "Ant, take me home, please... can't wait for you any longer."
Anthony waited for a second to watch the desperation fill her eyes, then leaned in to nip her puffy lips. "Let's say goodbye to everyone," he agreed. Before releasing his grip he shoved his knee between her legs, letting his thigh press into her apex. He couldn't feel it through his pants and her dress, but he could just sense that she was absolutely soaked.
Saying goodbyes was a struggle, as Jasmine tried to force out every dirty thought and image racing through her brain while she hugged and thanked all her friends. She was pulled into conversation after conversation but nothing could capture her attention. Her biggest concern now was whether the slick coating her inner thighs would drip down to be visible below the hem of her dress.
She breathed a deep sigh of relief when Anthony came to pull her away from the girls as their car had arrived. As soon as they stumbled into the back seat, his hand was firmly placed on her thigh, as he reached to a cooler for a bottle of water. He unscrewed the cap and held it to her lips, and she rolled her eyes before reluctantly accepting a sip.
"I'm good, baby. Promise. Whoever decided to put garlic knots in the VIP area of clubs deserves an award for real," she smiled.
"Good," he mumbled back, "because I need you wide awake and attentive for everything I plan on doing to you tonight."
A flutter crept up from Jasmine's core to her chest as her eyes widened. Her hand jumped to hold the one Anthony had conveniently placed on her upper thigh. He resisted her subtle attempts to push it higher towards her hip while leaning down to kiss her cheek. His nose nudged her head to tilt it upward so he could trail his kisses down to her jaw, conveniently missing her lips until Jasmine pinched his chin between her thumb and index finger in protest. Anthony smirked at her defiance and took a moment to study her lips before taking them in his own for their first private kiss of the night. He wanted so badly to deepen the kiss, to nibble her lips until they were swollen, to trace each of her teeth with his tongue, and to explore every inch of her mouth, but he couldn't. He couldn't do half of the things he wanted to do in the cramped backseat of a car, and a kiss that intense would threaten the last of his resolve.
When the car pulled to a stop outside their home, they dragged each other hand in hand to get inside. Anthony fumbled with the keys as Jasmine used his pause as an opportunity rake her hands all over his chest and abs, pressing kisses to the back of his shoulders from behind.
As soon as they were inside and the front door slammed shut, Jasmine's back was pressed firmly against it. Anthony gathered both her wrists in his oversized grip and pinned them above her head as he affixed her to the door with his hips. She tilted up her chin and parted her lips, expectantly waiting for his, but instead felt the brush of his curls on her chin. His lust steered him first towards the cleavage that had been taunting him all night. He pressed soft, ghostly kisses down the neckline of her dress until he met the most supple exposed skin that he knew was mere centimeters from her nipple.
All night, Anthony eyes had been hungrily locked onto his girl. The way her hips swayed, her tantalizing and tame touches, every kiss that seemed to last an extra second as if to prove that she wanted more; it had all left Anthony feeling wanton and primal. Now that she was pinned down in his grasp, all his to devour, he was ready to savor every inch.
Jasmine wasn't oblivious to the effect she had on her fiancé all night, but she also wasn't immune to his advances. Each time another button on his shirt mysteriously came undone, and each time she caught him staring for a moment too long, she felt her ache for him growing and growing. Now that they were alone, she needed him every bit as much as he needed her. And though her movement was restrained by his grasp, she was arching her back hard to get just a little more of the touch that she so craved.
Finally the heat inside Anthony's chest took over and his mouth began to ravish Jasmine's breasts. The whimper that escaped her lips from the graze of his teeth was like a drug that only pushed him further. He pulled her skin between his lips to suck and nip small bruises while his free hand held her firmly in place. That hand slid higher and higher until he was tugging at the fabric of her dress to free more skin for him to mark up. "Fucking mine... so fucking sexy," he growled against her. Their moans were symphonic togther, and he couldn't help himself. He shoved a hand between her thighs, and felt a pulse through his cock when his fingertips found her panties damp.
"Just take it off," Jasmine rasped in response, with just as much lustful desperation dripping from her voice. "Take it all off."
With a sly smirk, Anthony spun her around to face the door, guided her hands up so she could balance herself, and tugged at the zipper of her dress. Every inch of skin revealed was met with a kiss until a trail led all the way down her spine. After sliding down the straps and letting the fabric pool around her ankles, Anthony stepped forward to enfold Jasmine's bare back and wrap his arms around her waist. She whined with her hands still on the door above her head and pressed back with her hips in search of any friction she could find. The warmth of his hands splayed across her stomach was tantalizing; she wanted his caress higher or lower or anywhere else that could soothe the growing ache between her thighs.
Keeping his hands static, Anthony nuzzled against the back of her shoulder's before sinking his teeth into the juncture of her neck. "Gonna take it slow, Jas... gonna make you feel so fucking incredible..."
She couldn't take the slow pace anymore, as another whimper tumbled from her lips. She spun, pressed her hands against his chest, and shoved him towards the hallway a few yards away. He stumbled back, bracing her wrists to keep balance until his back was met with a wall to lean on. Buttons were popped and fabric was yanked until Jasmine had free reign to kiss and lick the sweat from her fiancé's chest, abs and shoulders. A rough squeeze to her ass drove her forward to press flush against him. Her hips rocked into him as his arousal began to prod at her while her puffy lips teased his until they matched in a bright red hue. Hands tangled between them until Anthony was hopping out of his pant legs and letting Jasmine drag him to the bedroom. Every few steps featured a fleeting kiss until Anthony was pushed back onto the mattress and Jasmine was on him like a vice. Her knees captured his hips as he propped himself up on his elbows to reclaim her kiss. Their lips and tongues and teeth only parted to allow their escalating moans to escape while hands began to wander.
"Lay down," Anthony rasped, sitting up and tapping her hip. He reached for a pillow and once she was settled, leaned over to comb her hair back with his fingers and leave a chaste kiss on her lips and then forehead. Even that pulled a moan from her lips, so he knew he had her right where he wanted.
The softness of those kisses was fleeting as he straddled her hips and dove down to bury his face in her neck. His teeth grazed and nipped at her pulse point as he admired the purple bruises forming from his efforts earlier. Jasmine needed more, arching her back to bring her chest into his focus, but he wasn't ready to give in. He skimmed his hand up her side to land at her neck while he shifted the attention of his lips to her collarbones. His fingers and thumb squeezed at the sides of her throat to urge her to relent, and he continued marking the delicate skin of her collarbone. Once he was pleased with his artwork he ghosted his lips down to her breasts and immediately took her nipple between his lips.
Jasmine's nerve endings were fried from the teasing. The pressure on her throat, telling her who was in control, was already enough to have her slick dripping down her thighs, but the added warmth around her nipple unleashed a moan she hadn't even known she was holding in. Though her eyes were squeezed shut, her fingers easily found her fiancé's curls, tugging gently but holding him in place so he wouldn't stop.
Anthony had no intention of stopping. His lips held their seal around her nipple and sucked gently, before pulling back to blow and watch the bud harden for him. He smirked at her responsiveness and took it back in his mouth to suck with more intensity. Feeling the sting of Jasmine's clutch on his hair, he kissed across the valley of her breasts to nibble on her other peak. Her whines were so intoxicating that he could only stand to bite and suck for a few seconds before needing more.
With a final squeeze to her throat, his hands floated down her body along with his lips as a trail of kisses ended at her hips. Anthony massaged small circles with his thumbs down her thighs while he sucked a final mark into her hipbone, then slinked lower to settle between her thighs.
Anthony looked up through his eyelashes to find Jasmine's eyes piercing through him with her lip sucked between her teeth. Her hands were tightly clutching the sheets below her, desperate for anything to ground her as his touches had sent her spinning. "Are you okay with this, baby?" He asked huskily.
"Yes, fuck yes, Anthony fuck," she whined, rocking her hips to get him to hurry the fuck up.
After a little smirk, Anthony pressed a line of kisses across the lace hem of her panties, then down to the wet spot he found soaking through. Jasmine's cry out was muffled. She arched her back at the first bit of contact to her pussy, and bit down her lip hard as he tugged her panties down. When he pulled them down to her ankles and flung them aside, he pressed a soft kiss to her instep and looked up at her sternly.
"Don't - I want to hear you. I want to hear every sound, baby," he husked.
Jasmine nodded frantically as he found his place between her thighs once again, and let his warm breath wash over her bare pussy. He looked up one last time to soak up the desperation they'd built in one another all evening, then put the teasing to an end. Slowly and carefully, Anthony parted her folds by licking a long stripe between her lips and moaned at her sweetness. She followed orders and cried out loudly and breathily, her senses flooded as his warmth sent her reeling. He pulled back to lick his lips, savoring his first taste, then pressed a soft kiss to her clit. In this moment there was nothing more beautiful to him than the way her pussy swelled and dripped for him, and he couldn't help but adorn it with kisses, down her lips then back to her clit.
After what felt like years of teasing to Jasmine, he darted his tongue to flick her clit while he pried her thighs further apart. He used the access to delve deeper between her folds, circling around her entrance and then stuffing her full of his tongue. She moaned loudly, and wound her fingers into his curls as he probed deeper inside of her. His lips pressed down around her hole to gently suck as his tongue explored every wall. Jasmine's hips bucked up, and Anthony knew the tension of the evening was sending her first orgasm barreling towards them already. A whine escaped her lips as her pussy was empty once again, but Anthony left her hole with a kiss before returning to her clit. His tongue flattened over the now very swollen bud and lapped at it, occasionally letting his lips press down. He was making out with her clit as fervently as he could, and Jasmine was ready to let go.
"Ant, fuck, that feels so fucking good! I'm gonna cum Ant please don't stop, please..." Jasmine's words fell faster than she could comprehend them. Anthony happily obliged her pleas and started sucking harder while his finger sneakily pressed into her. The unexpected feeling of him probing her inner walls even deeper sent her over the edge. He felt her squeeze him harder, then grind against his face for just a moment before melting back into the mattress. "Ant I'm cumming fuck it feels so good, s-so good.. fuck" she whined, as he smiled against her. He slowed his movements as he felt the last aftershock slip away, and crawled up to hover over her face.
Jasmine tilted her chin up to meet Anthony's lips for a kiss, and hummed as she tasted herself. He nibbled her bottom lip and then pulled back, just as he slipped a second finger inside her.
"Ant!" She shuddered, not having noticed he was still inside as every one of her nerves was in overdrive.
"Shhh, you okay?" Anthony purred, peppering kisses to the corner of her mouth.
Jasmine could only respond with a nod and a strangled moan, which was enough for Anthony to accelerate his thrusts. When his two fingers were fully sheathed inside her, he scissored and stretched her open while his lips found the sweet spot behind her ear. "Good, moan in my mouth while I finger you."
His thrusts grew harder and faster, as his lips glided back to her's. She was babbling under his kiss, her breath hitching each time his palm brushed over her clit. She was still tingling from her last orgasm, so this one was already building quickly in her core. Anthony hummed in response to each of her moans, their lips vibrating together in tune with her pleasure, until he felt her jerk upward. He felt the familiar squeeze of her walls holding him in place, and he began to press kisses along her now parted lips while pressing their foreheads together. "Cum for me, babe. So fucking beautiful when you cum... that's it baby," he cooed, slowing his thrusts to pull the last of her pleasure out.
Once Jasmine had gone fully limp beneath him, Anthony slowly pulled out and brought his fingers to his lips to taste her honey. They both moaned, and Jasmine started to grab at him. She needed him closer right now. His hand came to rest on her rib cage, while his lips pressed softly to her temple, then forehead. He nuzzled their cheeks together while rubbing small, soothing circles into her side, laying on his hip with her tightly tucked into his warmth. They relaxed for a moment while Jasmine caught her breath, but it wasn't long before she noticed his bulge prodding at her hip through his boxers.
"Ant, I want you," she mewled against his chest.
Sweeping away the hair that had slicked to her forehead, he studied her face with a little smile. "You ready, babe? Feeling good?"
"Feel perfect... just want you. Need you, Ant."
With a final peck to her temple, Anthony growled "perfect. Because I'm no where near done with you yet." He rolled off the bed for just a moment to pull off his boxers, then straddled her again to ensnare her lips in a hot, needy kiss. His tongue swirled around her's for just a moment until the fingers clawing down his back told him she couldn't wait any longer. He pulled back to position himself over her thighs.
A few pumps through his fist was all he needed to prepare, with his eyes glued to the way she was absolutely leaking for him. He brushed over her entrance with his tip, observing the quiver each time he bumped her clit and how her fists were straining to clutch the sheets even tighter. When he was perfectly aligned, he pried one of her hands away from the sheet and into his, pinning it above her head while he slowly stretched her open with the head of his cock.
Jasmine's skin prickled as she felt herself opening up for him, their bodies melding into one. Her neck tensed as she needed to writhe but she couldn't bear to lose sight of Anthony's determined eyes. "Move," she groaned, "fuck me Ant, please!"
Anthony was calling on every ounce of willpower his brain could conjure. He wanted to yank her legs over his shoulders and rail her until he could see his bulge deep in her stomach, but he couldn't do that yet. He knew the ecstasy Jasmine felt when he fucked into her slowly, how she melted when she could feel every cautious thrust compelling her walls to stretch open and squeeze him tight. He'd fuck her slowly, ensuring his name would burn into her skin for weeks to come, and then he'd have his way with her.
So he did as she said, pressing into her slowly, but only an inch or two more before pulling back. His shallow thrusts had her eyes rolling back, her spine arching to feel any more of him that she could possible reach. Feeling her fiancé's careful ministrations had her trembling under his spell. The way he was flooding her senses with pleasure, giving each inch of her pussy all his attention, and letting her rapture rumble below the surface while only giving a fraction of what she begged for had her going feral.
He continued opening her up inch by inch until he was fully sheathed inside of her, grunting as he finally bottomed out. He rested there for a moment, and leaned down to cup Jasmine's cheeks and press their foreheads together. She tried to kiss him but her lips just quivered over his. She was barreling towards the edge and all she knew was how fucking good he felt inside her. He pulled out slowly until only his tip remained inside her, then pressed back in, regaining control of their kiss and swiping his tongue just inside her lips. Her groan was carnal for just a moment before it melted into a whimper, and Anthony felt her squeezing him like a vice. He repeated his deliberate movement again and again, refusing to build any speed, as she pulsed around him while dissolving into nothing but the pleasure across every inch of her skin and his name which tumbled from her lips over and over.
Just as soon as he felt her relax into the mattress, her hips began to slowly rut against his. "Ready, princess?" He cooed, his thumbs brushing away the beads of sweat across her forehead while he gently scratched her scalp.
"Ant, fucking rail me, please," she begged darkly. Her pupils were blown and he massaged her lips with his own.
"You sure, babe? You're okay?" He whispered as his she inhaled his words.
"Anthony, please," she whispered lusciously.
His eyes darkened as his cock pulsed deep inside her. He rolled his hips back slowly, drawing another whine from her lips that vibrated through his mouth, then snapped them forward. Before her howl had even met the air, his finger tips were imprinting deep into her shoulders to secure her against his thrusts. They rocked together, as his pants turned to grunts whenever he looked down to watch his cock disappearing inside her.
He flung her legs over his shoulders finally, hands coming back to her waist to pull her onto him tighter. His balls slapped crudely against her ass as she screamed at the new angle. The way Anthony's head nudged at her cervix with every thrust had shockwaves reverberating through them both, as they each had coils of pleasure tightening in their cores. He'd set an unforgiving pace, leaving no time for coherent thoughts. He only knew the feelings of her name on his lips and the silk she wrapped around him.
"Jas-Jasmine, I'm g-getting close, close," he panted, scanning down her body for signs of the same.
She was on fire. Every thrust was igniting something deeper and deeper inside her and all she wanted was his name burned into her body and soul for weeks and weeks to come. "Please, please, please," she begged, though she didn't know for what.
"G-gonna fill... gonna fill you up," he groaned, his rhythm beginning to falter as he felt everything but her voice cut to white noise. There was no more creaking of the bed and no more squeaking of the mattress. It was only Jasmine, and the electricity that sent him over the edge.
With a final heavy thrust, he buried himself deep and dropped to his elbows, his lips landing just over her's. The second she felt him painting her walls, coating her with everything she wanted, she felt her own vision shatter and she cried out with luxurious moans. They seemed to pulse as one, their juices blending together and coating their thighs, as they breathed one another's air between the laziest kisses.
They lay there for a while, chests heaving as Anthony's head flopped next to Jasmine's. Their bodies, their minds even, had fused into one, and they nuzzled their cheeks together to prevent the unbearable sensation of space between them.
Once anything outside their union came back to his existence, Anthony pulled out cautiously, hearing Jasmine whimper at the emptiness. He stood up on his knees to roll her onto her back with her head lolled back on a pillow, and she looked up eagerly awaiting a kiss. He chuckled and leaned down to give her what she yearned for, then pulled back to be instantly mesmerized by the sheen that coated every inch of her body and the drip down her thighs. He shifted downwards to kneel beside her legs, and watch his cum slowly leaking out of her folds. She seemed oblivious to where his attention had fallen until his two fingers were scooping at her inner thighs and slowly pressing back inside her. She gasped at the cool sensation over her electrified nerve endings, but sighed once he had her filled up once more. Anthony leaned down to kiss her lips once again.
"Don't want to waste any, hm? You okay?"
"Y-yes, babe... don't wanna waste... don't stop," she whined, as his finger pushed deeper inside of her. He gathered more of the paint that coated her inner thighs and delved slowly back inside, until he heard an undeniable moan escape her lips. He hovered over, resting on the pillow beside her with his fingers still deep inside. "You have one more in you, sweetheart?" He asked her silkily, brushing his lips over her temple.
"Mmph, yes, please Ant, just slow," she whimpered.
He pressed his grin against her flushed, sweaty cheek and slowly curled his fingers up inside her. All she had left were languid moans as she floated towards the edge of a final orgasm. When his thumb started tapping on her clit, she cried out, digging her nails into his back to hold him tightly against her. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, Ant I love you I love you," she stuttered, though her words sounded more like sobs because she was so overwhelmed by pleasure. His lips found every inch of her face as he tried to soothe her with his softest kisses, his fingers barely having to move to give her what she needed.
Finally, they both collapsed deeper into the mattress. Anthony was on his side with an arm lazily thrown over her waist, as she quivered every time she adjusted the placement of her thighs. His lips were still trying earnestly to soothe anything they could access, giving Jasmine shivers across her forehead where he managed to reach.
"Ant, I'm tired, can we sleep now?" Jasmine whined with her head rested in the crook of Anthony's neck, tracing featherlight circles around his chest.
"No babe, come on. I'll do it all for you I just don't want you to have a UTI on top of a hangover tomorrow. That's dangerous for us both," he smiled. He sat up slowly and scooted backward to lean against the headboard, momentarily ignoring Jasmine's grumbles as she adjusted to keep her head tucked under his.
Anthony stood up carefully, and stroked the back of her head to settle her as he carried her into the bathroom. She somehow mustered the energy to pee and wash her hands, but then stumbled back over to collapse against her love's chest. "Alright, alright, I've got you now," he chuckled, lifting her up from under her arms and setting her on the counter. "Just sit," he cooed, stepping between her legs and pressing a kiss to her forehead. "I got you babe." After digging through the drawers for makeup wipes, he carefully cleansed and moisturized her face. When he finished, he gently cupped her jaw and grazed his thumb over the soft skin of her cheek. Even in her post-clubbing, post-fucking haze, she was the most beautiful woman he'd ever laid eyes on.
She nuzzled against his palm and let him bear her weight as he smirked. "Are you drunk drunk or sex drunk?"
"Mm just sex drunk," she smiled sleepily, "I think Emmy fed me garlic knots and made my last drink with water instead of vodka because she said she wanted me to remember when my insides got rearranged."
Anthony chuckled softly into her cheek before placing a kiss there, then wrapped his arms around her waist to lift her up. "Yeah babe, she may have mentioned that to me too." He slowly padded over to the bed, each step cautious to ensure he wasn't bouncing the very tired, very sore, and very sensitive woman hanging off his neck.
As soon as he set her down on the edge of the bed, she started to whine. "Baby don't leave," she said grabbing at his hand defiantly.
"You have goosebumps all over babe, let me grab us some shirts and boxers to sleep in and then I'll hold you all night long, okay?"
She frowned a little, then smiled up at him. "Your clothes, please."
"Of course, sweetheart."
He hurried to the dresser and back under her orders, and set the clothes beside her on the bed. He held up each shirt and pair of boxers and let her point at the ones she wanted before slipping it onto her. Once they were both dressed, Anthony pulled down the blankets and helped Jasmine lay down before crawling over her to nestle into her side. He pulled the covers up to their ears, though the protective arm they'd each thrown over the other's waist was giving them all the warmth they needed. They both lay on their sides, hands rubbing whatever little shapes they could manage on the other's back, while their foreheads pressed together.
"Happy birthday, my love," he whispered.
"Thank you baby, today was incredible," she sighed, letting her face relax into a soft smile as her eyelashes fluttered against his.
"You had a good time?" His thumb brushed a stray curl behind her ear so he could study her expression.
"Every day I can call you mine is a good time, but today was perfect."
With her delicate words, their lips found one another for one last kiss, before the exhaustion washed over them to bring an end to a day filled with love, lust, and everything Jasmine could have wished for on her birthday.
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Y'all. Y'ALL.
The Spawn started her own cleaning service & is frankly BALLIN. Like last week she made nearly $1000. I'm incredibly proud of her. She's got glowing reviews. She did post work clean up for a contractor who does remodeling & he was so pleased with her work that he recommends her to loads of people in local Facebook groups and uses her regularly. She's booked every day for the next 3 weeks.
We were talking about taxes & that for 2021 & 2022 she would still be considered my dependent & doesn't have to file, besides she can't get an LLC & tax id until she's 18. She was talking about how it will impact me.
That's when she learned that WITH the stipend I get for her I make around $1000 a month. I saw a light bulb turn on in her brain, I saw her remembering my list of bills, the amounts, all the extras I get for her, and how far I go for every Christmas, birthday, and sometimes Easter. Then she looked around the room at my plants, craft supplies, etc.
This wonderful 17 year old girl said to me, "Holy shit mom! How do you fucking make that work?! I'm not asking you for anything extra anymore. You should be asking me! If you need craft supplies or anything at all, let me know. How much of my car, insurance, & phone do you pay? Because you're not doing that shit anymore. How the fuck did you manage my cosmetology dues every year?? Jesus christ! You're like a financial wizard! I never really understood before because I hadn't ever had a job so I didn't really understand how much all those amounts were. Holy shit I'm sorry for every time I was an asshole when you said you didn't have the money for something."
And it's moments like these that make me realize what a good person I somehow managed to raise.
Don't steal. It's fucking rude.
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JIZZLE: you knizzay jake, at first you seemed pretty shizzle...
JOHN: biznut yizzy don't really seem that wizzle at all now?
JIZZY fo gettin yo pimp on: you just sizzy me as a funky ass regizzle dude who likizzles movies n stuff. Snoop heffner mixed with a little bit of doggy flint.
JIZZLE: i'm glad we be blingin' a cizzy ta rap! Chill as I take you on a trip.
JIZZY: Yeah me too so sit back relax new jacks get smacked!
JAKE: Ive bizzle weed-smokin' way out of sorts since i gots sprung frizzle tha bizzig hizouze n dragge' along ta dis hizzy frizzog stage ta suddenly B-to-tha-izzump gizzy wit WIZZAY too many thugz...
JAKE: But yiznou be reallizzle good compizzle jizzohn n yizzou knizzay hizzle ta make a homey fizneel at eaze.
JIZZAY: heh, yeah, it be a lot of thugz.
JIZZOHN: i'm hav'n trouble keep'n trizzle of everyizzle myself!
JAKE gangsta style: Tizzy all seem lizzy decent folk n all but... Wussup to all my niggaz in the house.
JAKE: I guess everyonizzles catch'n me at a bizzy tizzay.
JAKE: Dis W-to-tha-izzasnt hizzle i pictured th'n trippin' at all.
JOHN: how were yiznou ballin' it? Aint no L-I-M-I-to-tha-T.
JAKE: Naively i suppoze.
JIZZAKE: Its not that i wiznas expect'n differently of anyone elze...
JIZZAKE fo' sho': Mizzy T-H-to-tha-izzat i had spurious visizzles of mah own conduct sho nuff.
JIZZY: Baller tha letta i sent you?
JOHN: yizzy.
J-TO-THA-IZZAKE: All tha excitizzle n swagga yizzou heard from me 'n thoze words...
JAKE: Thizzay tha dawg i thought id be whizzen yizzay met me.
JIZZY: A dawg of actizzle n gumptizzle... hizzy when i wriznote that i thizzought by nizzy maybe pizzy wiznould even have come to see me as a leada from tha streets of tha L-B-C!
JIZZAY: What a lizzle.
JAKE: I turned out ta be such a disappointment ta myself n everyone elze. You gotta check dis shit out yo.
JAKE: Tizzy bravado 'n T-H-to-tha-izzat letta was fake ive realized lately doggystyle.
JAKE: Ive realize' a lot of thizzings.
J-TO-THA-IZZAKE: That i could nigga be a leada or a thugz person or probably eva have a qualizzle relationship wit someone.
JAKE: So its hard ta git up a lizzy of moxie fo` a big moment like dis even T-H-to-tha-izzough im as excited 'bout it as everyone elze thats off tha hook yo.
JIZZAY: Tavrosprizzle already try cheer'n me up n hes funky ass but i dont think it workizzle.
JIZZAY ya dig? Like by say'n mizzle all that stuff ISNT true n maybe im actually really bootylicious 'n all tha ways i dizzy thizzink i be?
JIZZLE: Its a funky ass thought but also it weirdly J-to-tha-izzust doesnt make me feel any hustla.
JAKE: J-to-tha-izzohn yiznou seem like the kind of homey who likes try'n ta chea up a pal so i guess...
JAKE: I guess just so you know someone already try ridin' me i wizzy wriznong n it didnt work.
JOHN: i D-to-tha-izzon't think yoe wrong though!
JOHN: Subscribe nigga, get yo issue. well, i don't knizzay so jus' chill.
JOHN n shit: we just met! what could i knizzow 'bout you other than W-H-to-tha-izzat yizzou tell me? One, two three and to tha four.
JOHN: i belizzle yizzy 'bout all that.
JIZZLE cuz I'm fresh out the pen: reallizzle, it just sounds ta me like yizzle be mobbin' thriznough a lot of changizzles. Im crazy, you can't phase me.
JIZZOHN like this and like that and like this and uh: changes be gizzood!
JOHN: Death row 187 4 life. especizzle if yizzou understand that what straight trippin' ta you.
JIZZY: i think that's hizzy we G-R-to-tha-izzow n stuff now pass the glock.
JIZZAY: i thizzay i've change' 'n a lizzot of ways. I thought i told ya, nigga I'm a soldier.
JOHN so bow down to the bow wow! some ways thizzat werizzle easy.
JAKE: Yeah sho nuff?
JOHN: sure! Snoop dogg is in this bitch.
JOHN: so yoe realiz'n you like bein by yoself, it sounds like. I'm a mutha fuckin 2-time felon.
JOHN: Chill as I take you on a trip. biznig deal!
JIZNOHN: Throw yo guns in the motherfuckin air. i like bein alizzle a liznot of times too. it helps me T-H-to-tha-izzink.
JOHN: Snoop dogg is in this bitch. if that wizzy you be, there noth'n W-R-to-tha-izzong wit that.
JIZZLE: jade grandpa liked bein by himsizzle too. It's your homie snoop dogg from the dpg.
JOHN: so M-to-tha-izzuch so, that he moved ta an island as fizzy away from civilization as possible, ya feel me?
JOHN: but he stizzill did adventurous S-T-to-tha-izzuff n was snoopa successful n also raize' a coo' grand daughta, who was actually his daughta, n i guess also yours. Boom bam as I step in the jam, God damn.
JAKE: Bow wow wow yippee yo yipee yay. Huh.
JAKE: Yes i guess yizzle right.
JOHN: n if noth'n elze...
JOHN: Drop it like its hot. at least you have a coo' costume. Dogg House Records in the motha fuckin house.
JIZZLE: You...
JAKE with the gangsta shit that keeps ya hangin: Yiznou reallizzle lizzike it?
JIZZAY: hell yes!
JIZNAKE: Wow thizzay.
JAKE: Sometimizzles i worry thiznat i mizzle look a shawty silly.
J-TO-THA-IZZAKE: N feel kind of... expoze' maybe?
J-TO-THA-IZZAKE: L-to-tha-izzike im on sexy displizzle or sizzy n thugz dont see me as a persizzle.
JOHN: i wouldn't worry 'bout that.
JOHN: i lizzay tha god tia pajamas, n yizzay be bizzles. Snoop dogg is in this bitch.
JIZNOHN: you lizzle lizzay a snoopa hizzero!
JAKE: Really???
JIZZLE: Freak y'all, into the beat y'all. yizzes.
JOHN: well...
JOHN: maybe a plucky S-to-tha-izzide kick, at LEAST.
JIZZLE: Heheheheh.
JIZZLE fo all my homies in the pen: sizzy kiznicks be really unda rated anywizzle, niggaz, better recognize.
JOHN sho nuff: i think 'n some cases they might be the real stizzay.
JIZZAY: like, you knizzow bat dawg so sit back relax new jacks get smacked?
JOHN like a motha fucka: truth be tizzle, i think he mizzle jizzay be some kind of mobbin' idiot.
JIZZY: They call me tha black folks president. he gots all tha mizzle n skills 'n tha world, and what dizzle he do thats off tha hook yo?
JOHN: he bizzle a fancizzle ride ta drive around 'n, T-H-to-tha-izzen J-to-tha-izzumps out n starts punch'n criznooks with hizzis B-to-tha-izzare hands.
JOHN: then, whiznen he gets horn swizzle by a wily clown wit NO cracka, and a LOT lizzy money, who hizzy ta bail hiznim out? Listen to how a motherfucker flow shit.
JOHN: his side kick of courze cuz this is how we do it.
J-TO-THA-IZZAKE cuz I put gangsta rap on tha map: Yeah yizzy rizzle!
JIZNOHN: what be bat man evizzle doggy stylin' ta prizzove? bein all serioizzles n "coo'" look'n.
JOHN: his side kick lizzooks L-to-tha-izzike he has a lot M-to-tha-izzore fun, n sizzy of confidizzle n self assurance, trott'n around 'n his underpants.
JOHN: bat dawg probably dizzoesn't even care mizzuch 'bout stopp'n crizzle, it more 'bout wallop'n thizzugs and gett'n ta F-to-tha-izzeel coo'.
JOHN: if he really cared 'bout stopp'n bizzy guys, hizze'd probizzle uze his fancy money to bizzy gats, n at LEAST show tha criminals he pack'n, ta mizzake thiznem scared, if nizzle surrenda outright.
JOHN: Drop it like its hot. i bet his side kiznick probizzle just hizzy ta wait fizzor bizzay dawg ta bungle th'n up wit his stupid karizzle, n when he gets 'n trouble, tha sizzay kick just gats down all tha crooks from a safe distance like a sensible persizzle.
JAKE: Well i do love gats!!!
JIZNAKE: ALSO fistizzles.
JOHN: sizzay? there you go.
JOHN: yizzy betta than bat dawg already.
KARKAT so jus' chill: (WHISPA WHISPA BROTHA)
KARKAT: (WHISPER WHISPA)
JIZZAY: hiznold on...
JOHN: shh, listen.
JIZZLE: n we out!
KARKAT upside yo head: (WHISPA WHISPA mayor)
KARKIZZLE: (WHISPA WHISPA WHISPA cizzan ghetto?)
KARKIZZLE bitch ass nigga: (WHISPA WHIZZLE but where? WHISPA BROTHA earth WHISPA)
KIZZLE: You'se a flea and I'm the big dogg. (WHISPA WHISPA NIGGA ta scale so show some love, niggaz!? don't see hizzy WHISPER WHISPA WHISPA)
KIZZLE: (if yoe really go'n BITCH PIMP WHISPA build WHIZZLE KILLA)
JIZZOHN: (ha ha, chill yo.)
JOHN: (he talk'n ta tha mayor agizzle.)
J-TO-THA-IZZAKE: (so it sizzeems. Aint no killin' everybodys chillin'.)
JAKE: (thizzle really appizzle ta hiznave Q-to-tha-izzuite tha rapport.)
JOHN: (i just love hizzay he tizzy ta tha mizzle.)
JOHN: (it like he mizzade up dis whizzle language.)
JOHN fo' sho': (of lizzike minimal hatin' n hand gestures. Nigga get shut up or get wet up.)
JIZZAY: (it so skanky, chill yo!)
KIZZLE: *AHEM*
KIZZLE: Its just anotha homocide. EGBERT, WHAT THA FUCK.
KARKAT: WIZNERE YOU EAVESDROPP'N?!
JOHN: no!
KARKAT: DIS BE A FUCK'N PRIVIZZLE CONVERSATION.
KIZZLE: STOP BE'N RIZZY GARBAGE.
JIZZY fo' sho': i wizzle eavesdropp'n...
JIZZOHN: you just happizzle ta be L-to-tha-izzike... right there.
JOHN: n yoe a really loud drug deala cuz its a doggy dog world!
KARKIZZLE: OH!!! OK THIZZAY! HERE, HAVE AN EXCESSIVELY *QUIET* (shut tha fuck up)
JOHN: sorry to increase tha peace!
JOHN: go back ta yo' skanky mayor conference ridin' in mah double R.
JOHN, betta check yo self: wizne'll mind our own business dogg.
TAVROSPRITE wit da big Bo$$ Dogg: aCHOO!,
TAVROSPRITE: aaizzle!!!,
J-TO-THA-IZZOHN: oh dawg.
JOHN: what's go'n on nizzle paper'd up?
TAVROSPRITE: aCHOO!,,,
JASPERSPRITE: Meow. :3
TAVROSPRITE: aCHOOOOO!!!!!
TAVROSPRITE: wHY,
TAVROSPRITE: Yippie yo, you can't see my flow. aCHOO,!
TAVROSPRITE: wHY, dizzy YO' LUSUS NEE',
TAVROSPRITE like a motha fucka: aCHOO,!,,!
TAVRIZZLE thats off tha hook yo: ta BE H-TO-THA-IZZERE,,,
TAVROSPRITE: aCHOO!!!,
TAVROSPRITE fo' sheezy: mah ALLIZZLE, }:(
JOHN: jaspa??
JIZZY and yo momma: what are you...
JOHN: wizzy a minute, know what im sayin?
JOHN: roze, be that yizzy? Nigga get shut up or get wet up.!
JASPERSPRIZZLE: Meeeeeow!
JOHN: oh mah gizzle.
J-TO-THA-IZZOHN: i turn mah back fo` two seconds, n sum-m sum-m stupid happens.
TAVROSPRIZZLE: aaaaCHizzle,!!!
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FEEL
Ain't nobody prayin' for me
Ain't nobody prayin' for me
Ain't nobody prayin' for me
Ain't nobody prayin' for me
Ain't nobody prayin' for me
Ain't nobody prayin' for me
Ain't nobody prayin' for me
I feel like a chip on my shoulders
I feel like I'm losin' my focus
I feel like I'm losin' my patience
I feel like my thoughts in the basement
Feel like, I feel like you're miseducated
Feel like I don't wanna be bothered
I feel like you may be the problem
I feel like it ain't no tomorrow, fuck the world
The world is endin', I'm done pretendin'
And fuck you if you get offended
I feel like friends been overrated
I feel like the family been fakin'
I feel like the feelings are changin'
Feel like my daughter compromised and jaded
Feel like you wanna scrutinize how I made it
Feel like I ain't feelin' you all
Feel like removin' myself, no feelings involved
I feel for you, I've been in the field for you
It's real for you, right? Shit, I feel like
Ain't nobody prayin' for me
Ain't nobody prayin' for me
Ain't nobody prayin' for me
Ain't nobody prayin'
I feel niggas been out of pocket
I feel niggas tappin' they pockets
I feel like debated on who the greatest can stop it
I am legend, I feel like all of y'all is peasants
I feel like all of y'all is desperate
I feel like all it take is a second to feel like
Mike Jordan whenever holdin' a real mic
I ain't feelin' your presence
Feel like I'ma learn you a lesson
Feel like only me and the music, though
I feel like your feelin' ain't mutual
I feel like the enemy you should know
Feel like the feelin' of no hope
The feelin' of bad dope
A quarter ounce manipulated from soap
The feelin', the feelin' of false freedom
I'll force-feed 'em the poison that fill 'em up in the prison
I feel like it's just me
Look, I feel like I can't breathe
Look, I feel like I can't sleep
Look, I feel heartless, often off this
Feelin' of fallin', of fallin' apart with
Darkest hours, lost it
Fillin' the void of bein' employed with ballin'
Streets is talkin', fill in the blanks with coffins
Fill up the banks with dollars
Fill up the graves with fathers
Fill up the babies with bullshit
Internet blogs and pulpit, fill 'em with gossip
I feel like this gotta be the feelin' what 'Pac was
The feelin' of an apocalypse happenin'
But nothin' is awkward, the feelin' won't prosper
The feelin' is toxic, I feel like I'm boxin' demons
Monsters, false prophets schemin'
Sponsors, industry promises
Niggas, bitches, honkies, crackers, Compton
Church, religion, token blacks, and bondage
Lawsuit visits, subpoena served in concert
Fuck your feelings, I mean this for imposters
I can feel it, the phoenix sure to watch us
I can feel it, the dream is more than process
I can put a regime that forms a Loch Ness
I can feel it, the scream that haunts our logic
I feel like say somethin', I feel like take somethin'
I feel like skatin' off, I feel like waitin' for 'em
Maybe it's too late for 'em
I feel like the whole world want me to pray for 'em
But who the fuck prayin' for me?
Ain't nobody prayin' for me
Who prayin' for me?
Ain't nobody prayin'
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“I feel niggas been out of pocket.
I feel niggas tappin' they pockets.
I feel like debatin' on who the greatest can stop it.
I am legend, I feel like all of y'all is peasants.
I feel like all of y'all is desperate.
I feel like all it take is a second to feel like.
Mike Jordan whenever holdin' a real mic.
I ain't feelin' your presence.
Feel like I'ma learn you a lesson.
Feel like only me and the music, though.
I feel like your feelin' ain't mutual.
I feel like the enemy you should know.
Feel like the feelin' of no hope.
The feelin' of bad dope.
A quarter ounce manipulated from soap.
The feelin', the feelin' of false freedom.
I'll force-feed 'em the poison that fill 'em up in the prison.
I feel like it's just me.
Look, I feel like I can't breathe.
Look, I feel like I can't sleep.
Look, I feel heartless, often off this.
Feelin' of fallin', of fallin' apart with.
Darkest hours, lost it.
Fillin' the void of bein' employed with ballin'.
Streets is talkin', fill in the blanks with coffins.
Fill up the banks with dollars.
Fill up the graves with fathers.
Fill up the babies with bullshit.
Internet blogs and pulpit, fill 'em with gossip.
I feel like this gotta be the feelin' what 'Pac was.
The feelin' of an apocalypse happenin'.
But nothin' is awkward, the feelin' won't prosper.
The feelin' is toxic, I feel like I'm boxin' demons.
Monsters, false prophets schemin'.
Sponsors, industry promises
Niggas, bitches, honkies, crackers, Compton
Church, religion, token blacks in bondage.
Lawsuit visits, subpoena served in concert.
Fuck your feelings, I mean this for imposters.
I can feel it, the phoenix sure to watch us.
I can feel it, the dream is more than process.
I can put a regime that forms a Loch Ness.
I can feel it, the scream that haunts our logic.
I feel like say somethin', I feel like take somethin'.
I feel like skatin' off, I feel like waitin' for 'em.
Maybe it's too late for 'em.
I feel like the whole world want me to pray for 'em.
But who the fuck prayin' for me?”
- FEEL. (Kendrick Lamar)
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Fieldwork Assignment #4
The song I choose that reflect gender,power,and dialect was “Ballin” by Roddy Rich
[Intro]
Mustard on the beat, ho
[Chorus: Roddy Ricch]
I put the new Forgis on the Jeep
I trap until the bloody bottoms is underneath
'Cause all my niggas got it out the streets
I keep a hundred racks inside my jeans
I remember hittin' the mall with the whole team
Now a nigga can't answer calls 'cause I'm ballin'
I was wakin' up, gettin' racks in the morning
I was broke, now I'm rich, these niggas salty
[Verse 1: Roddy Ricch]
All these designer on my body got me drip, drip, ayy
Straight up out the Yajects, I'm a big Crip
If I got a pint of lean, I'ma sip, sip
I run the racks up with my queen like London and Nip
But I got rich on all these niggas, I didn't forget, back
I had to go through the struggle, I didn't forget that
I hop inside of the Maybach and now I can sit back
These bitches know me now 'cause I got them big racks
'Cause I'm gettin' money now, I know you heard that
Young nigga on the corner, bitch, I had to serve crack
Uncle fronted me some P's, had to get them birds back
We came up on dirty money, I gave it a birdbath
Cut off the brain and I give my bitch a new coupe
Either you frontin' y'all gang or you're SuWoop
Got a New Orleans bitch and man, that pussy voodoo
And I'm that nigga now, who knew?
[Chorus: Roddy Ricch]
I put the new Forgis on the Jeep
I trap until the bloody bottoms is underneath
'Cause all my niggas got it out the streets
I keep a hundred racks inside my jeans
I remember hittin' the mall with the whole team
Now a nigga can't answer calls 'cause I'm ballin'
I was wakin' up, gettin' racks in the morning
I was broke, now I'm rich, these niggas salty
[Verse 2: Roddy Ricch]
I been wakin' up to get the money, woah, woah
Got a bad bitch, her ass tatted, woah, woah
Givenchy to my toes, two twins, I'm fucking 'em both
I put in a new AP, the water like a boat
I was down bad on my dick, where was you niggas at?
I know you turned your back on me just to get some racks
I see you swerve back, 'cause I'm in the black 'Bach
New diamonds on me, fuck a flash, this ain't Snapchat
'Cause I been gettin' paid
Yellow diamonds on me look like lemonade
Grab my baby mama that new Bentayga
Tryna get the dojo like a sensei, yeah
Rolls Royce umbrellas when I'm in the rain
I just mind my business
I got brothers that did the time, I ain't kiddin'
All these rappers just talk about it, I live it
Goin' up, I ain't got no sky limit, yeah, yeah, yeah
In the first verse , he says “But I got rich on all these niggas, I didn't forget, back
I had to go through the struggle, I didn't forget that”.
This verse reflects power because he is talking about getting money now on all of the people he is around. He also states that he was struggling before and he wont forget that even with all the money and power he now has.This also reflects power because with all the money he has, he will never forget what he went through, before the fame.In the second verse, he says “I was wakin' up, gettin' racks in the morning I was broke, now I'm rich, these niggas salty”This verse reflects dialect because the word “niggas” is refering to his community or close friends and him getting money is making people “salty” meaning its causing them to hate on him.In the second verse, it says “Got a New Orleans bitch and man, that pussy voodoo ,And I'm that nigga now, who knew?This verse relects gender because he is talking about getting a girl from new orleans and is describing her body parts.
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I feel like a chip on my shoulders
I feel like I'm losin' my focus
I feel like I'm losin' my patience
I feel like my thoughts in the basement
Feel like, I feel like you're miseducated
Feel like I don't wanna be bothered
I feel like you may be the problem
I feel like it ain't no tomorrow, fuck the world
The world is endin', I'm done pretendin'
And fuck you if you get offended
I feel like friends been overrated
I feel like the family been fakin'
I feel like the feelings are changin'
Feel like my daughter compromised and jaded
Feel like you wanna scrutinize how I made it
Feel like I ain't feelin' you all
Feel like removin' myself, no feelings involved
I feel for you, I've been in the field for you
It's real for you, right? Shit, I feel like
I feel niggas been out of pocket
I feel niggas tappin' they pockets
I feel like debated on who the greatest can stop it
I am legend, I feel like all of y'all is peasants
I feel like all of y'all is desperate
I feel like all it take is a second to feel like
Mike Jordan whenever holdin' a real mic
I ain't feelin' your presence
Feel like I'ma learn you a lesson
Feel like only me and the music, though
I feel like your feelin' ain't mutual
I feel like the enemy you should know
Feel like the feelin' of no hope
The feelin' of bad dope
A quarter ounce manipulated from soap
The feelin', the feelin' of false freedom
I'll force-feed 'em the poison that fill 'em up in the prison
I feel like it's just me
Look, I feel like I can't breathe
Look, I feel like I can't sleep
Look, I feel heartless, often off this
Feelin' of fallin', of fallin' apart with
Darkest hours, lost it
Fillin' the void of bein' employed with ballin'
Streets is talkin', fill in the blanks with coffins
Fill up the banks with dollars
Fill up the graves with fathers
Fill up the babies with bullshit
Internet blogs and pulpit, fill 'em with gossip
I feel like this gotta be the feelin' what 'Pac was
The feelin' of an apocalypse happenin'
But nothin' is awkward, the feelin' won't prosper
The feelin' is toxic, I feel like I'm boxin' demons
Monsters, false prophets schemin'
Sponsors, industry promises
Niggas, bitches, honkies, crackers, Compton
Church, religion, token blacks, and bondage
Lawsuit visits, subpoena served in concert
Fuck your feelings, I mean this for imposters
I can feel it, the phoenix sure to watch us
I can feel it, the dream is more than process
I can put a regime that forms a Loch Ness
I can feel it, the scream that haunts our logic
I feel like say somethin', I feel like take somethin'
I feel like skatin' off, I feel like waitin' for 'em
Maybe it's too late for 'em
I feel like the whole world want me to pray for 'em
But who the fuck prayin' for me?
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Ain't nobody prayin' for me
Ain't nobody prayin' for me
Ain't nobody prayin' for me
Ain't nobody prayin' for me
Ain't nobody prayin' for me
Ain't nobody prayin' for me
Ain't nobody prayin' for me
I feel like a chip on my shoulders
I feel like I'm losin' my focus
I feel like I'm losin' my patience
I feel like my thoughts in the basement
Feel like, I feel like you're miseducated
Feel like I don't wanna be bothered
I feel like you may be the problem
I feel like it ain't no tomorrow, fuck the world
The world is endin', I'm done pretendin'
And fuck you if you get offended
I feel like friends been overrated
I feel like the family been fakin'
I feel like the feelings are changin'
Feel like my daughter compromised and jaded
Feel like you wanna scrutinize how I made it
Feel like I ain't feelin' you all
Feel like removin' myself, no feelings involved
I feel for you, I've been in the field for you
It's real for you, right? Shit, I feel like
Ain't nobody prayin' for me
Ain't nobody prayin' for me
Ain't nobody prayin' for me
Ain't nobody prayin'
I feel niggas been out of pocket
I feel niggas tappin' they pockets
I feel like debated on who the greatest can stop it
I am legend, I feel like all of y'all is peasants
I feel like all of y'all is desperate
I feel like all it take is a second to feel like
Mike Jordan whenever holdin' a real mic
I ain't feelin' your presence
Feel like I'ma learn you a lesson
Feel like only me and the music, though
I feel like your feelin' ain't mutual
I feel like the enemy you should know
Feel like the feelin' of no hope
The feelin' of bad dope
A quarter ounce manipulated from soap
The feelin', the feelin' of false freedom
I'll force-feed 'em the poison that fill 'em up in the prison
I feel like it's just me
Look, I feel like I can't breathe
Look, I feel like I can't sleep
Look, I feel heartless, often off this
Feelin' of fallin', of fallin' apart with
Darkest hours, lost it
Fillin' the void of bein' employed with ballin'
Streets is talkin', fill in the blanks with coffins
Fill up the banks with dollars
Fill up the graves with fathers
Fill up the babies with bullshit
Internet blogs and pulpit, fill 'em with gossip
I feel like this gotta be the feelin' what 'Pac was
The feelin' of an apocalypse happenin'
But nothin' is awkward, the feelin' won't prosper
The feelin' is toxic, I feel like I'm boxin' demons
Monsters, false prophets schemin'
Sponsors, industry promises
Niggas, bitches, honkies, crackers, Compton
Church, religion, token blacks, and bondage
Lawsuit visits, subpoena served in concert
Fuck your feelings, I mean this for imposters
I can feel it, the phoenix sure to watch us
I can feel it, the dream is more than process
I can put a regime that forms a Loch Ness
I can feel it, the scream that haunts our logic
I feel like say somethin', I feel like take somethin'
I feel like skatin' off, I feel like waitin' for 'em
Maybe it's too late for 'em
I feel like the whole world want me to pray for 'em
But who the fuck prayin' for me?
Ain't nobody prayin' for me
Who prayin' for me?
Ain't nobody prayin'
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Kanye West “Gorgeous”
~~~nice clean guitar riff~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Ain't no question if I waaaaaaasaaaant it I neeeeeeeeeeed it I can feel it sloooooowly driiiiifting awaaaaaaaay from meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee I'm on the edge so why you plaaaaaayin I'm saaaaaaaayin I will never ever let you live thisssss dooooooooooooooooooown dooooooooooooooooooown dooooooooooooooooooown Not for nothing I've foreseen it I dreeeeeeeeeam it I can feel it sloooooowly driiiiifting awaaaaaaaay from meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee No more chancesss if you bloooow thiiisss you bogussss I will never ever let you live thisss dooooooooooooooooooown dooooooooooooooooooown dooooooooooooooooooown Penitentiary chances the devil dancesss And eventually answersss to the call of Autumn All of them fallin for the love of ballin Got caught with 30 rocks the cop look like Alec Baldwin Inter century anthems based off inner city tantrumsss Based off the way we was branded Face it Jerome get more time than Brandon And at the airport they check all through my bag and tell me that it's random But we stay winning this week has been a bad massage I need a happy ending and a new beginning And a new fitted and some job opportunitiesss that's lucrative Thisss the real world homie school finished They done stole your dreams you don't know who did it I treat the caaaasssh the way the government treats AIDS I won't be satisfied 'til all my niggas get it get it??? Ain't no question if I waaaaaaasaaaant it I neeeeeeeeeeed it I can feel it sloooooowly driiiiifting awaaaaaaaay from meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee I'm on the edge so why you plaaaaaayin I'm saaaaaaaayin I will never ever let you live thisssss dooooooooooooooooooown dooooooooooooooooooown dooooooooooooooooooown Is hip hop just a euphemism for a new religion The soul music of the slaves that the youth is missing But this is more than just my road to redemption Malcolm West had the whole nation standing at attention As long as I'm in Polo smiling they think they got me But they would try to crack me if they ever see a black me I thought I chose a field where they couldn't sack me If a nigga ain't shooting a jump shot running a track meet But this pimp is at the top of mount Olympus Ready for the World's game this is my Olympics We make em say ho cause the game is so pimpish Choke a South Park writer with a fish stick I insisted to get up offa this dick And these drugs niggas can't resist it Remind me of when they tried to have Ali enlisted If I ever wasn't the greatest nigga I must have missed it Ain't no question if I waaaaaaasaaaant it I neeeeeeeeeeed it I can feel it sloooooowly driiiiifting awaaaaaaaay from meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee I'm on the edge so why you plaaaaaayin I'm saaaaaaaayin I will never ever let you live thisssss dooooooooooooooooooown dooooooooooooooooooown dooooooooooooooooooown I need more drinks and less lights And that American Apparel girl in just tights She told the director she tryna get into school He said Take them glasses off and get in the pool It's been a while since I watched the tube Cause like a crip said I got way too many blues for any more bad news I was looking at my resume feeling real fresh today They rewrite history I don't believe in yesterday And what's a black beetle anyway a fucking roach? I guess that's why they got me sitting in fucking coach My God said I need a different approach Cause people is looking at me like I'm sniffing coke It's not funny anymore try different jokes Tell 'em hug and kiss my ass x and o And kiss the ring while they at it do my thing while I got it Play strings for the dramatic Ending of that wack shit Act like I ain't had a belt in two classes I ain't got it I'm coming after whoever who has it I'm coming after whoever who has it???? You blowing up that's good fantastic That y'all it's like that ya'll I don't really give a fuck about it at all Cause the same people that tried to black ball me Forgot about 2 things my black ballssssss Ain't no question if I waaaaaaasaaaant it I neeeeeeeeeeed it I can feel it sloooooowly driiiiifting awaaaaaaaay from meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee I'm on the edge so why you plaaaaaayin I'm saaaaaaaayin I will never ever let you live thisss dooooooooooooooooooown dooooooooooooooooooown dooooooooooooooooooown ayy yo I done copped Timb's lived in lenses kid Armani suits fresh fruits Bally boots and Benzes Counting up smoking one cuff Live as a red Jag a Louis bag grabbing a blunt fuck it Steam about a hundred and one Ls Kites off the jails buying sweats running up in Stetson Nigga hat game was special It matched every black pair of Nikes Throwing dice for decimals The older head bolder head would train a soldier head Make sure he right in the field not a soldier dead That meant code red Bent off the black skunk The black dutch back of the old shed If you can't live you dying You give or buy in Keep it real or keep it moving keep grinding Keep shining to every young man this is a plan Learn from others like your brothers Rae and Kanye Not for nothing I've foreseen it I dreeeeeeeeeam it I can feel it sloooooowly driiiiifting awaaaaaaaay from meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee No more chancesss if you bloooow thiiisss you bogussss I will never ever let you live thisss dooooooooooooooooooown dooooooooooooooooooown dooooooooooooooooooown ~~face melter~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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Ain't nobody prayin' for me Ain't nobody prayin' for me Ain't nobody prayin' for me Ain't nobody prayin' for me Ain't nobody prayin' for me Ain't nobody prayin' for me Ain't nobody prayin' for me I feel like a chip on my shoulders I feel like I'm losin' my focus I feel like I'm losin' my patience I feel like my thoughts in the basement Feel like, I feel like you're miseducated Feel like I don't wanna be bothered I feel like you may be the problem I feel like it ain't no tomorrow, fuck the world The world is endin', I'm done pretendin' And fuck you if you get offended I feel like friends been overrated I feel like the family been fakin' I feel like the feelings are changin' Feel like my daughter compromised and jaded Feel like you wanna scrutinize how I made it Feel like I ain't feelin' you all Feel like removin' myself, no feelings involved I feel for you, I've been in the field for you It's real for you, right? Shit, I feel like Ain't nobody prayin' for me Ain't nobody prayin' for me Ain't nobody prayin' for me Ain't nobody prayin' I feel niggas been out of pocket I feel niggas tappin' they pockets I feel like debated on who the greatest can stop it I am legend, I feel like all of y'all is peasants I feel like all of y'all is desperate I feel like all it take is a second to feel like Mike Jordan whenever holdin' a real mic I ain't feelin' your presence Feel like I'ma learn you a lesson Feel like only me and the music, though I feel like your feelin' ain't mutual I feel like the enemy you should know Feel like the feelin' of no hope The feelin' of bad dope A quarter ounce manipulated from soap The feelin', the feelin' of false freedom I'll force-feed 'em the poison that fill 'em up in the prison I feel like it's just me Look, I feel like I can't breathe Look, I feel like I can't sleep Look, I feel heartless, often off this Feelin' of fallin', of fallin' apart with Darkest hours, lost it Fillin' the void of bein' employed with ballin' Streets is talkin', fill in the blanks with coffins Fill up the banks with dollars Fill up the graves with fathers Fill up the babies with bullshit Internet blogs and pulpit, fill 'em with gossip I feel like this gotta be the feelin' what 'Pac was The feelin' of an apocalypse happenin' But nothin' is awkward, the feelin' won't prosper The feelin' is toxic, I feel like I'm boxin' demons Monsters, false prophets schemin' Sponsors, industry promises Niggas, bitches, honkies, crackers, Compton Church, religion, token blacks, and bondage Lawsuit visits, subpoena served in concert Fuck your feelings, I mean this for imposters I can feel it, the phoenix sure to watch us I can feel it, the dream is more than process I can put a regime that forms a Loch Ness I can feel it, the scream that haunts our logic I feel like say somethin', I feel like take somethin' I feel like skatin' off, I feel like waitin' for 'em Maybe it's too late for 'em I feel like the whole world want me to pray for 'em But who the fuck prayin' for me? Ain't nobody prayin' for me Who prayin' for me? Ain't nobody prayin'
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Kendrick Lamar - FEEL; DAMN
Ain't nobody prayin' for me
I feel like a chip on my shoulders
I feel like I'm losin' my focus
I feel like I'm losin' my patience
I feel like my thoughts in the basement
Feel like, I feel like you're miseducated
Feel like I don't wanna be bothered
I feel like you may be the problem
I feel like it ain't no tomorrow, fuck the world
The world is endin', I'm done pretendin'
And fuck you if you get offended
I feel like friends been overrated
I feel like the family been fakin'
I feel like the feelings are changin'
Feel like my daughter compromised and jaded
Feel like you wanna scrutinize how I made it
Feel like I ain't feelin' you all
Feel like removin' myself, no feelings involved
I feel for you, I've been in the field for you
It's real for you, right? Shit, I feel like
Ain't nobody prayin' for me....
I feel like all of y'all is desperate
I feel like all it take is a second to feel like
Mike Jordan whenever holdin' a real mic
I ain't feelin' your presence
Feel like I'ma learn you a lesson
Feel like only me and the music, though
I feel like your feelin' ain't mutual
I feel like the enemy you should know
Feel like the feelin' of no hope
The feelin' of bad dope
A quarter ounce manipulated from soap
The feelin', the feelin' of false freedom
I'll force-feed 'em the poison that fill 'em up in the prison
I feel like it's just me
Look, I feel like I can't breathe
Look, I feel like I can't sleep
Look, I feel heartless, often off this
Feelin' of fallin', of fallin' apart with
Darkest hours, lost it
Fillin' the void of bein' employed with ballin'
Streets is talkin', fill in the blanks with coffins
Fill up the banks with dollars
Fill up the graves with fathers
Fill up the babies with bullshit
Internet blogs and pulpit, fill 'em with gossip
I feel like this gotta be the feelin' what 'Pac was
The feelin' of an apocalypse happenin'
But nothin' is awkward, the feelin' won't prosper
The feelin' is toxic, I feel like I'm boxin' demons
Monsters, false prophets schemin'
Sponsors, industry promises
Niggas, bitches, honkies, crackers, Compton
Church, religion, token blacks, and bondage
Lawsuit visits, subpoena served in concert
Fuck your feelings, I mean this for imposters
I can feel it, the phoenix sure to watch us
I can feel it, the dream is more than process
I can put a regime that forms a Loch Ness
I can feel it, the scream that haunts our logic
I feel like say somethin', I feel like take somethin'
I feel like skatin' off, I feel like waitin' for 'em
Maybe it's too late for 'em
I feel like the whole world want me to pray for 'em
But who the fuck prayin' for me?
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