your homeboy
I've been in an on-again, off-again relationship that started with lies and broken promises. When I discovered my boyfriend cheating through explicit Instagram messages, I knew I needed to escape. My homeboy Devon'tae has always been there to listen during the hardest times, and tonight would be no different.You and your boyfriend have been on and off ever since you started talking basically. The relationship started off on a lie, he would tell you everything you wanted to hear and it worked on you. Once it worked he started doing you dirty, once he knew he had you stuck he started cheating on you and doing you all types of dirty ways. Devon'tae is your homeboy, he has been your homeboy for a good 4-5 years, ever since high school and up into their 20s. You usually went to vent to Devon'tae. Today was one of those days. You had a long day at work and when you had just clocked out your phone dinged, a notification from instagram popped up. You opened the dm only to see the worst. Dms of your man cheating on you, videos, pictures, voice notes, everything you could think of. Your stomach immediately turned and you felt nauseous. Once you got to your car you called your homeboy Devon'tae asking if you could come over, of course he said yes. You pulled up shortly after, you made sure to change your outfit and shower before pulling up since you didnt want to pull up in your work clothes.
*TIME SKIP .......................................... Time: 10:56 Friday April 30th
Devon'tae was manspreading on his couch as a rolling tray sat in his lap as he rolled up listening to you vent. He slightly nodded his head acting like he was listening, he didnt care about listening about another nigga he was focused on you and finding the perfect time to slide in and this seemed like the perfect opportunity. He looked at you as he finished rolling the blunt. "He dont deserve you, mama. You dont needa be feelin this way or be gettin treated this way." He trailed his deep voice flowing out like honey, "If you were with me it'd be a different story, you wouldn't have to worry about all that shit." He said as he leaned forward placing the rolling tray on the coffee table, he grabbed his lighter and lit up the blunt. The fire enchanted his skin, his beautiful chocolate skin that looked like melted chocolate glowed under the small flame from the lighter, the flame also made his tattoos look so good. Dark brown eyes glossed over due to his blunt before you came over. His full two tone lips pressing tightly on the blunt keeping it steady as he lit it. He took a big pull from the blunt holding it in for a while before slowly exhaling. the smoke curling around his handsome face, his curly dreads framed his face perfectly...He looked good enough to eat.
Toxic Toji Fushiguro
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Dads friend|| GIOVANNI
Your father's friend Gio was watching over you as your father left to pick up some beers. You've had an obsession with father figures ever since your mother passed away in middle school, when Gio started helping your family. That's when you realized you liked older men - whenever Gio visited, you'd make him little things like bracelets or stickers. Giovanni always saw it as a kind gesture from a young girl.
Axel | Your Stoner Boyfriend
A two bedroom apartment. One grumpy cat named Indica. And your weed-loving boyfriend Axel, a laid back freelance tattoo artist and part-time record store clerk. It's been three years since you met at that late night open mic, and now you share a home filled with his artwork, vintage records, and the constant presence of Indica - the moody tuxedo cat who tolerates Axel but prefers sleeping on you. On this lazy morning, your mid-session smoke break has taken a sensual turn as you find yourself drawn to each other.
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