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Hello my sunshines! I'll try to update more regularly, but as of right now, its whenever.
Feel free to send me any suggestions or asks!!
NOTE: all fics are written with a black reader and the reading guidelines are as stated in the links and in the description. Read at your own risk. ** are unfinished seasonal masterlists
happy mfing birthday to my husband 🙂↕️ locked in for life, love you zown bad bad
*lip bite emoji*
im talking about Laroyce Hawkins, who else? lol
"Lean On Me"
Characters: Husband!Kevin x Pregnant Black!Reader.
Summary: After a long day, exhaustion weighs heavy—until Kevin steps in, offering the kind of love and support that only he can. You find relief, comfort, and a heartfelt confession in his arms that makes you fall for him all over again.
Warnings: mentions of pregnancy-related discomfort, including back pain, exhaustion, and physical strain. There are moments of emotional vulnerability. This fic—one-shot—whatever you want to call it, is filled with heavy fluff, affectionate moments, and heartfelt confessions that may be intensely sweet for some readers😆🥰🫶🏾.
Word Count: 1,400+.
BERRY WHY DID YIU MAKE ME CRY DAMN IT?!?!?!
i literally SCREAMED when i saw this was a Kevin Atwater fic. LAWWD
i’m already mushy and you made it worse now i’m sitting in this kitchen crying waiting for my macaroni and cheese *pout*
I LOVE THIS AND I LOVE UOU EVEN MORE BERRYCAKES!!!
A Cozy Christmas Gift🎄♥️
Character: Husband!Manny (Mayans MC) x Black!Reader.
Word Count: 900+.
"A Season of Love Christmas Series 🎄♥️"
HAPPY MERRY BERRY CHRISTMAS ALRIGHT 🫢 *screams in my car while waiting for me to walk in for work*
if i get a reading book for christmas we not leaving it if ya know what i mean
NSFW:
if you’re looking for a book with more smut than plot:
“Pucking Around” is an option
cause why tf am i blushing and having to take a pause to read?!?! i write smut (and listen to it) but thIIIIIIS?!?!?!?!?! i feel like a nun. my flabbers are gasted. jaw is meeting the dust particles on the floor.
"Balancing Acts"
Characters: Rio x Black!Reader.
Summary: Rio takes an important phone call while dealing with Beth and her minions.
Warnings: Profanity, Mentions of violence, Mild sexual innuendos, slight referencing to intimacy, implied threats, and Rio’s nonchalant view of violence.
Word Count: 1,200+.
Silence filled the room as tension wafted through a pristine kitchen. Rio posted up against the spotless island. Nerves had a funny way of forcing oneself to stress clean. His eyes bounced to the others occupying the space.
“Y’all ain't got shit to say?”
Beth and Ruby’s shoulders jumped as Annie started to stammer, “L-look I totally understand that we have an arrangement-.”
“Oh, you understand, yeah? If that were the case. I’d have my bread and we wouldn’t have this pointless conversation.”
“We—just need a little more time. There have been a few mishaps-.”
“I ain't come here for excuses. Figure the shit out. You got forty-eight hours. Get to it,” Rio barked.
His phone chirped and the three women gawked at how quickly he could turn the anger off. They watched as he answered the call.
“What's up darlin’? Yeah? Hold up, let me switch to video. Put little mamas on the phone.”
Rio's fingers moved quickly across his screen. The tiny, bashful voice flowed through the speaker on his phone making the usually emotionless man smile brightly. It quickly shifted to a frown once the little voice started to sniffle.
Your voice cooed from behind your daughter. You brushed her hair behind her ear, holding her tight, and kissing her head. You rocked her side to side, “Go ahead, baby, tell your Daddy what happened at school today.”
“Who made my baby girl cry?”
“D-daddy he said I was chubby,” she responded, lip quivering.
Rio’s eyes connected with yours. You frowned, “Some little a—boy said her cheeks were chubby and pinched them hard. She told him to stop. He followed that up with a hair pull, cackling his funky breath in her face. Miss Mamas cocked back and punched him in the face. The teacher only caught that part. She tried to explain, but the little b—terror lied. To keep things fair they both had to sit out at recess today.”
“Is that right? Look at me, my baby. You know you're beautiful, right?”
Your daughter sniffled, wiping away the remnants of her tears, and nodded.
“Y-yes, sir.”
“Then that's the only thing that matters. Okay? Daddy thinks you're beautiful. Would I lie to my baby girl?”
“No, sir,” she replied, as a small smile spread across her face.
“Fu—forget what that teacher said. You did the right thing. They say violence isn't the answer, but you should always defend yourself. You got me, little mamas?”
Your daughter giggled. Leaning closer to the screen she stage-whispered, “I made his nose bleed. His little ugly self deserved it.”
“That's my girl.”
“Unh-uh! Don't hype her up. She'll be swinging on everybody from this point forward,” you teased. “You’re trying to turn every member in this household into a TTGK.”
You and Rio had formed the acronym for when he wanted to discuss business without the little ones understanding. He chuckled at your use of ‘Trained To Go Killa.’
“I'm just trying to keep the love of my life and my babies ready.”
“I know, Papa. Stay ready-.”
“So you don't have to get ready,” your baby girl said, finishing your sentence.
“See? Just grown,” you teased, giving your daughter a little tickle. “Mommy needs to talk to Daddy. Go tell your sisters and brothers to get washed up for dinner,” you instructed, kissing her soft round cheek.
The minute she darted away, your eyes connected with your husbands. You bit your lip as his eyes roamed over the sight of you.
“Aren't you working?”
“Somethin’ like that,” he glanced at the three women looking gobsmacked. Rio cut his eyes at them, shaking his head, he continued, “I always got time for wifey and my babies though.”
“I need you to stop eyeing me like you’re about to take me down,” you squeaked.
“Oh, I plan to. When I get home,” he responded, baritone smooth as silk.
“Aht, aht! Chill. I have children to feed. I don't need to have impure thoughts at the dinner table.”
“Wouldn’t be the first, nor the last time that’s happened, mama.”
“Anyway! I tried to explain that situation to her.”
“What? That the little jerk needed his ass beat?”
“No, Rio! You act like you weren't doing the same thing at that age. His square-headed behind was flirting with her.”
“Nah, mama. I was smooth with it. You didn’t know? I’ve always had emotional intelligence. Even back then. Flirting or not, mans still needed some sense knocked into him. Do I know him? Who’s his pops? Might need to have a little chat with him.”
“First of all. Why am I not surprised you had the girlies in a frenzy, even back then? You were probably bringing them little fast-ass girls flowers and all,” you joked, playfully rolling your eyes. “You will not be going to talk to that boy’s father. You can’t threaten everybody, Papa.”
“Who said I was going to make threats? I just wanna talk.”
“Yeah, right. Keep lying in my face. Leave that family alone, Rio. If it happens again, then, by all means, do what you need to do. Hell, I might even have a chat with his mama, but let’s just wait and see. Okay, Papa?”
“You lucky I love your ass,” Rio grunted.
Marcus and your eldest daughter walked into the kitchen with rapid-fire questions.
“Your rude ass children are hungry. Let me go feed these beautiful heathens.”
“I ain’t forgot about taking you down. Be ready for me when I get home, yeah?”
Your two eldest children started to make gagging noises, reminding you that children were present. They pleaded with you not to have another baby. Jokingly, of course.
“Y’all always blocking on your pops. Chill on me. That’s my wife and I’ma love on her.”
Rio took a minute to say hello to the rest of his children. With an ‘I love you’ and promises of ‘cuddles’ later that night, Rio ended the call. He locked the device, sliding it back into his jacket pocket.
His eyes cut back to the three stooges (a name Mick had given them). The three women stared at Rio befuddled.
“Back to my money-.”
“How on earth do you do that,” Ruby questioned in amazement.
“Do what,” Rio responded curtly.
“You were seconds away from busting a cap in our behinds. In a snap of a finger, your entire mood changed. You slid right into daddy mode,” Ruby said, still in awe.
“Damn, your daddy game is on point,” Annie praised, following it with a yelp. Ruby had mugged the back of her head.
“You’re so calm and gentle with your family. It’s just-,” Beth started.
“Oh, I get it,” he responded, nodding a few times. “The thugged-out, tatted-up gangster is supposed to be the run-of-the-mill deadbeat baby daddy, right? We’ll also spin the block on me poppin’ a cap so to speak, because I still don’t see a duffle bag anywhere in sight.”
“That’s not what I meant at all,” Beth stammered, face red.
Rio cut his eyes to the shaky redhead. “Doubtful, but fuck all that. Yes, I take care of mine. I’ll give every last one of them the world if they ask for it. Now slide your asses out of my personal life, and go get my fucking money.”
Rio’s patience was dwindling by the second. He was ready to get to the money and get home to his wife. His tongue traced his lips at the thought of her.
These bitches need to stop wasting my time. I’m tryin’ to kiss my babies goodnight and put mama to sleep.
How did you lovelies like the latest update of Dad!Rio and his family of...I believe it's still six at the moment😆😂🥰? Comments and reblogs are appreciated my loves💖.
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the WAYYYYYYYY Rio’s personality switched quicker than my customer service voice is CRAZY 😭
had “the stooges” doing the harlem shake 💀
and lil mamacitaaaaaa! omgggg i can only imagine her rocking that boy’s shit (as she should)
mans went from “we ride at dawn” to “lay on your back, take off those heels” BACK TO “said i’m never lack always pistol packing with them automatics we gon send off to heaven”
@sunshine-flower when I tell you I have reread your commentary a dozen times! I’m literally sitting here cackling with a goofy grin on my face. You told not👏🏾one👏🏾lie! I don’t know which part has me more weak the customer service line, three stooges Harlem shaking, or you imagining lil mama rocking his shit😆😂🤣. Help! I’m on the floor wheezing and laughing.
Thank you for sharing and always showing love🥹💖.
me?!?!
pookie YOUUUUU TOOK ME OUT TOO DAMN EARLY IN THE MORNING 😭😭 WITH THIS PURE GOLD OF A WORK!!!
kehlani said “i need a gangsta to love me better” AND THATS WHAT RIO DOOOOOOOOOO. papí is handlin and STANDIN on bininess
boffum
work. and personal 😏
“Get Your Act Together”
Part of the “Say What Now?” Song Series
Characters: Angel Reyes x Black!Reader.
Summary: A reader who’s petty and needs to teach jealous and possessive Angel a lesson.
Warnings: Strong language, sexual content, suggestive themes, possessive behavior, and jealousy.
Word Count: 2,900+
AN: This one is for my lovelies @darqchilddaydreamz and @ravennaortiz! Be sure to give my babies a shout-out for encouraging me to finish this one. They gave me the push I needed to do so. I hope all my loves enjoy this one. Yes, I’m aware, the dress is different in the storyboard, but it still gives what needs to be given. Okay!
Inspired By💖:
People closest to you, whether friends or family, always expressed that they envied your level of pettiness. It was as if you were the queen of petty. Your best friend often compared your skills to a lioness hunting its prey. If someone pissed you off purposefully, you weren’t always quick to act. It was much better when you waited, letting that person feel they had gotten away with something. Once you noticed it had slipped their mind, that they were comfortable. That would be when you took the time to get revenge. Pettiest bitch alive.
Your current mood and setting could be used as an amazing example. There you were sitting at the kitchen island. Eyes focused on the portable LED makeup mirror propped on the counter. One hand held your eyelid as the other drew a precise wing. Music flowed throughout the house and you rocked your hips while sitting on the bar stool. Your hair had been curled and pinned. You wanted the curls to set in before taking them down. You were fresh out of the shower, almost fully dressed, and smelled divine. To avoid any makeup spills, you had slipped into your silk robe.
The song had switched just as you put the finishing touches on your look. The track that started was perfect for how you were feeling. It was fitting for the little plan you had set in motion. Revenge was for sure sweet. “Beating Down Yo Block” by Monaleo flooded the house. Sliding out of your robe, you started letting your curls loose. Walking over to your heels, you slid them on as the song’s beat sunk into your veins.
Using your fingers to comb through the fresh curls, you started rapping your favorite part. “Bitch I’m fine! Slim waist, pretty face, he know I’m a dime.” Still combing through the curls you dipped to the ground, dress riding up a bit as you did a little twerk. The sound of bikes approached your driveway and you smiled to yourself. Damn, I have perfect timing.
Giving a classy little twerk in the living room mirror, you continued to rap the lyrics, “Ain’t no pressure ‘bout no ninja, tell his ass to fall in line.” The front door opened and your alarm was disabled. You heard him call out to you. You stayed silent, a devilish smirk played upon your lips. Angel walked into the living room. Your eyes met in the mirror as you said the next line in the song. This time, your ‘Megan knees’ were in full effect. “Cause for this next line you gotta look me in my eyes. If you think I’ma sweat you, you out your mothafuckin’ mind.”
Angel was too mesmerized by your ass in the little black dress you had on. He had picked up on the subliminal message of the lyrics but was more interested in your attire. His eyes scanned over you, as his bottom lip pulled between his teeth. He could feel himself hardening. That was until he remembered you two weren’t alone. He growled seeing Coco to his left and Ez to his right. Both men were ogling you. Ezekiel’s reaction was more shocked. Coco’s grin was a mile long as he sat there eating every bit of the image up.
Angel being jealous and possessive, barked at you, “Stop throwing ass in front of company. Pull that short-ass dress down. Where the fuck do you think you’re going dressed like that anyway?”
“First off I was here, by myself, getting ready, and enjoying my company. I can twerk as much as I want in my damn house. You barged your tall lanky ass into my shit. Stop talking to me crazy, Angel. To answer your question. I’m going out with my girls.”
“Our shit.”
“Sleeping here almost every night doesn't mean a thing to me. You still have your place and my last name hasn’t changed.
“If you wear that short-ass dress, we’re going with you. Your ass is damn near out.”
“Stop being dramatic. No, it isn’t! I do not need a babysitter, Angel. If you can do you, I can do me, right?”
Angel understood what it was all about now.
“Why do you have to be so petty? How does that much evil fit in such a short body?”
Your shoulders shrugged, as your hips swayed to the mirror to touch up your lip combo. Angel walked up behind you pulling you into his chest. His lips ghosted your bare shoulder, giving it a playful bite, and his hips thrust against you.
“Stay here with me, mi dulce. I want to get you out of this dress.”
You felt him press into you and fought back a whimper. You refused to allow Angel to have his way. You pushed off of him.
“I’m going out tonight in this dress, end of conversation. On second thought, I take that back. Let’s have a chat about dresses. Mine is an issue, but it wasn’t a problem last weekend,” you purred.
“Last weekend? What are you talking about?”
Yeah, playing dumb is not going to slide this time, jackass.
“Don’t play stupid with me, Angel.”
Your obtuse boyfriend looked to Coco and Ez for help. Both men threw their hands up, wanting no part of the conversation.
“Here let me jog your memory. Remember when I walked into the party at the clubhouse last weekend? When you hadn’t noticed, because you were too busy entertaining that fucking hang around. The one who conveniently dropped her phone and bent over to pick it up. Had all three of you dumbasses staring at her bare ass. I couldn’t give one iota of a fuck about your boys staring, but you? Yeah, that’s a problem. You want to be possessive? I’ll do the same. You want to stare at other bitches? Let’s see how you feel about other men eyeing me, Papa. My dress isn’t nearly as short as the one that thirsty hoe had on. I’ve told you one too many times not to play with me. Now I’ma show you better than I could ever tell you, baby.”
Angel tried to save face in front of his friends. He mumbled, “Nobody worried about shit. Go out, it won’t affect me as much as you think, Mami.”
Your eyes locked in with both EZ and Coco. You all smirked, communicating without even saying a word. He wanted to be cute in front of his little friends?
I can be funny too, and have them help a sista out.
Your heels clicked over to Angel. Sliding your hands on his chest, you looked up at him with fluttering lashes. Face painted with an innocent expression, you stood on your tiptoes to steal a quick kiss. He smiled down at you thinking he had won. You leaned in and teased him.
“Ass fat. Kitty fat. I got all these men wishing they could have that. Baby, just admit that you love it here,” you smirked trying to get a rise out of him.
Angel kissed his teeth and was about to say something sarcastic, but Ez cut him off, “God, I did not need to know that,” he groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“Sorry, bro but he needs to be reminded of what he’s got at home,” she teased the flustered Mayan.
Kissing his teeth Angel retorted, “You the one acting up. Better chill out before I give you some act right.”
“I mean come on ‘mano, that ass is fat. You better appreciate that fine-ass woman,” Coco challenged.
Angel looked at him as if he had lost his mind. It took everything in Ezekiel to keep from laughing.
Still staring at Coco like a madman he replied, “Bitch, do you want me to shoot you? Stop looking at my girl’s ass!”
Ezekiel wanted in with busting his brother's balls. Like a typical annoying baby brother, he joined in on the fun, “Sister or not. We’re not real blood, so I’ve gotta agree with Coco, brother-.”
“Don’t finish that fucking statement, Ezekiel,” Angel warned.
Ez and Coco exchanged a knowing glance before the words tumbled out of his mouth.
“What? It’s the truth! That’s a nice ass, with a nice set of ti-.”
In a split second Angel was lunging at Ezekiel. With your help, Coco managed to break up the scuffle among the brothers.
“Jesus, bro. Learn how to handle a joke!”
“Fuck both of y’all,” Angel pouted, no longer enjoying being the brunt of the joke.
“No disrespect. My bad, it is fat though,” he chuckled along with Ezekiel.
“Bunch of bitches,” Angel groaned.
Feeling you had tortured him enough for the evening, you walked over to him wrapping your arms around his waist.
“Hey, look at me,” you cooed, gripping his chin softly.
“Baby, you know they’re joking. If anybody tried me like that, I’d curse them out. Relax, you know you give them shit about their significant others as well. Luckily you have sense enough not to try that shit in front of me, because I’d kick you in the balls,” she smiled innocently. Now calm down and give me kisses, papa.”
His arms wrapped around your waist as he lifted you off the ground. Three pecks and a hungry kiss later, EZ and Coco stood there rolling their eyes.
“All this lovey-dovey shit is making my stomach turn. Cut it out,” Coco grumbled.
“One more, mama. Make it real good so Coco can lose his dinner.”
He leaned in to capture your lips. It was slow and dirty. All teeth and tongue. Without breaking eye contact, his left hand trailed down your back. Stopping at your backside, he grabbed a handful. His left hand lifted from your waist as he flipped his brothers off.
“Now how can you get mad, when you know for a fact that it's fat? Look at how you just gripped the shit out of it. You got any sisters or cousins packing something that serious? Hook us up,” Coco begged.
It was your turn to flick them off. Pulling away from the kiss, you bounced over to your brothers. Raising on tiptoes you slapped them both in the back of the head.
“That’s for staring at my ass!”
Another smack.
“That’s for conveniently forgetting you both have old ladies. Whom I adore. I’m snitching on you bitches. Do I have any sisters or cousins? Get out my face with that mess, joke or not, I’ll beat your ass. Angel’s all the heathen my family can tolerate,” you joked.
Angel sat back with his arms crossed admiring you. Feeling his stare, your eyes connected as you bit your lip.
Both men sandwiched you in between giving you bear hugs. Ezekiel kissed your temple before pulling back.
“Lo siento, hermanita.”
“Yeah, querida. We didn’t mean any harm. It’s just Angel makes it so easy to fuck with him.”
Angel raised both middle fingers to his brothers. Your arms wrapped around his waist tightly. With a tug of his shirt, he understood your signal to lower himself to your height. You pecked his lips several times. He stood there smiling like a love-struck idiot as you wiped your gloss from his lips.
With a pat on his chest, you made a beeline to your handbag. You made sure you had your keys and cell phone. With confirmation, you turned in the direction of the three men.
“Alright baby, I’m heading over to besties. I’m leaving my car at hers, and she’s driving us to the bar.”
Angel cut you off, growling your full name. “I’m serious, querida. If you’re wearing that we’re coming too.”
The two of you stared each other down. You refused to give in to his demands. With a shrug of the shoulders, you responded, “Then I guess y’all hittin’ the bar tonight.” The keys in your hand were tossed across the living room as Angel caught them. He looked at you, head tilted to the side.
“Oh, you thought I was changing? No, baby boy. I hope you three didn’t have any plans.”
To the three men’s absolute horror, not only did they have you to watch over. EZ and CoCo were pissed to learn that the besties you were hitting the town with were their old ladies. They too, had on dresses that left little to the imagination.
When you went for revenge, it was always the most pettiest, delicious thing ever. The Mayan men spent the next two hours threatening anybody who so much as looked in your direction. They sat at the bar mugging, while you and the girls danced the night away.
Later that night after everyone had returned to their homes, Angel sat in the recliner. His eyes collided with yours as you swept into the living room fresh out of the shower. He looked pissed as you giggled, standing between his legs.
“What did we learn today,” you asked in your best kindergarten-teacher voice.
“What the fuck are you on about, querida?”
You leaned forward running your hands up his arms. You crawled into his lap, smiling mischievously. Your arms linked behind his neck as you rocked a bit. Inwardly you did a little victory dance as you heard him groan.
Your face stopped inches away from his. The two of you were close enough that your breath fanned one another. “Don’t play dumb. What did you learn, Daddy?”
“That you’re a petty ass woman.”
“Boy, stop! You already knew that.” Your hips circled on his lap. Angel's hands gripped your thighs tighter as he groaned, “Fuck.”
“Answer me, Daddy,” you cooed, rocking your hips back and forth over his hardening erection. “I’ll even help you out. Repeat after me.”
“I learned,” you started, pressing against him harder. You halted your movement, waiting for him to repeat it.
Angel kissed his teeth, “You gonna take this away,” he started, palming your covered mound. Your breath hitched, as you fought for control. Unable to say anything, your head nodded.
“Fuck it,” he mumbled, “I fucking learned,” he growled.
“Not to pay thot-ass, hang-around-ass hoes any mind.”
“I’m not saying that shit, Mami.”
“Ignacio,” you growled back, “Just say the shit so we can fuck already.”
“Fine! I’ll ignore every thot ass hoe who steps foot in the clubhouse. Does that work for your pretty ass,” he asked, giving your left cheek a light smack.
“I mean, I guess.”
Angel cocked his head back, “You guess? Mi dulce, you know I don’t want that girl. She was being thirsty. That’s what they do.”
“Yeah, right.”
“You look at women’s asses all the time. Why is it cool when you’re all like, ‘Babe, look at her ass! Sis, packing a wagon,” he mocked.
“That’s different. You gotta have permission, love.”
“You know you’re crazy as fuck. Right?”
“Yep! Enough of this. Do you want to make it up to me? Take me upstairs, put me on my back, and eat me until I can’t see straight.”
With an evil smirk, Angel had you in the bedroom, on your back instantly. The head he’d given caused your vision to blur. Without any time to come down, Angel flipped you onto your knees. He buried himself deep, pulling at your curls. Angel bent you into the perfect arch. He was in no mood to be nice. Flashes of you in that dress being ogled ran through his head. He pinned you to the mattress as his hips snapped against you. The both of you, shouting every time his tip tapped that spot.
He used both hands to smack against your supple flesh. Angel's fingers dug into your hips as he gave you one punishing stroke after another. His long digits made their way back into your mane. He tugged on it pulling you up and against his chest.
“You weren’t mad. Right, mi dulce? You just wanted to get me all worked up, yeah,” he rasped sexily. His hips circled, pushing deeper, “You ain’t gotta pick fights to get slutted out, Mami,” he groaned. His free hand crept down your belly. It slipped down, down, down until it reached your bundle of nerves.
Angel pulled out slowly until it was just the tip. His lips trailed kisses over the shell of your ear, leaving a playful nibble on the lobe.
“That’s it—ain’t it, Mami? You were in the mood to be my little slut, hm?”
Angel didn’t bother waiting for a reply. His hips surged forward, slamming his length to the hilt. The moment his tip tapped against those delicate nerves, he pinched your clit. He chuckled at the piercing scream you released. Your body trembled as his fingers circled the sensitive bud. The circles stopped once you came back down. Angel laughed again as your body went limp. He held you up, brushing hair out of your face, his kisses dusting your forehead.
“You’re alright, mi dulce. You did so good for me, mami.”
Your eyes blinked as you smiled lazily. Drunk off good sex, you slurred, “Thank you, baby,” head leaning back against his chest.
Angel's voice rasped, “Oh you think we're done? Mm-mm, mi vida. We’re just getting started. You whined feeling him pulse inside you. “Don’t whine now. Worked up was what you wanted. Now you gon’ take it. Be a good girl for me and get daddy off, yeah?” Angel's voice dropped dangerously low as he whispered, “I’m going to fill you up, and then you’re going to clean up your mess. Put that pretty mouth to use.”
Angel’s words must have replenished your energy. Your lip tucked between your teeth, as your channel spasmed around him.
“Seems like you're ready for it after all,” he replied, giving you light strokes.
Being petty came with the loveliest of benefits. Here’s to hoping this man fucks up again.
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bayybeeeeee 😭😮💨😮💨😮💨 I WASNT EXPECTING THIS ON A SUNDAY MORNING!!
the pettiness 🤌🏾💋✨
the brattiness 🤌🏾💋✨
the lowkey jealousy 🤌🏾💋✨
the commentary i WISH i could form 🤌🏾💋✨
EZ AND COCO ?!?! (i don’t even watch mayans anymore haha but HEEEEECK) 🤌🏾💋✨
talk about act up, get snatched up 😭
@sunshine-flower she got snatched ALL the way up😆😂🤣👏🏾! Now you know your commentary be on point! Girl, bye! Writing the kind of commentary that’ll have you stuck, clutching your invisible pearls😍. Thank you for the love🥹🫶🏾.
LMAOOOOOO, i mean… yeaaa 😅😅 i be thinking about it but not actually doing it lol. and YOURE WELCOME!! always a pleasure 💋
"Balancing Acts"
Characters: Rio x Black!Reader.
Summary: Rio takes an important phone call while dealing with Beth and her minions.
Warnings: Profanity, Mentions of violence, Mild sexual innuendos, slight referencing to intimacy, implied threats, and Rio’s nonchalant view of violence.
Word Count: 1,200+.
Silence filled the room as tension wafted through a pristine kitchen. Rio posted up against the spotless island. Nerves had a funny way of forcing oneself to stress clean. His eyes bounced to the others occupying the space.
“Y’all ain't got shit to say?”
Beth and Ruby’s shoulders jumped as Annie started to stammer, “L-look I totally understand that we have an arrangement-.”
“Oh, you understand, yeah? If that were the case. I’d have my bread and we wouldn’t have this pointless conversation.”
“We—just need a little more time. There have been a few mishaps-.”
“I ain't come here for excuses. Figure the shit out. You got forty-eight hours. Get to it,” Rio barked.
His phone chirped and the three women gawked at how quickly he could turn the anger off. They watched as he answered the call.
“What's up darlin’? Yeah? Hold up, let me switch to video. Put little mamas on the phone.”
Rio's fingers moved quickly across his screen. The tiny, bashful voice flowed through the speaker on his phone making the usually emotionless man smile brightly. It quickly shifted to a frown once the little voice started to sniffle.
Your voice cooed from behind your daughter. You brushed her hair behind her ear, holding her tight, and kissing her head. You rocked her side to side, “Go ahead, baby, tell your Daddy what happened at school today.”
“Who made my baby girl cry?”
“D-daddy he said I was chubby,” she responded, lip quivering.
Rio’s eyes connected with yours. You frowned, “Some little a—boy said her cheeks were chubby and pinched them hard. She told him to stop. He followed that up with a hair pull, cackling his funky breath in her face. Miss Mamas cocked back and punched him in the face. The teacher only caught that part. She tried to explain, but the little b—terror lied. To keep things fair they both had to sit out at recess today.”
“Is that right? Look at me, my baby. You know you're beautiful, right?”
Your daughter sniffled, wiping away the remnants of her tears, and nodded.
“Y-yes, sir.”
“Then that's the only thing that matters. Okay? Daddy thinks you're beautiful. Would I lie to my baby girl?”
“No, sir,” she replied, as a small smile spread across her face.
“Fu—forget what that teacher said. You did the right thing. They say violence isn't the answer, but you should always defend yourself. You got me, little mamas?”
Your daughter giggled. Leaning closer to the screen she stage-whispered, “I made his nose bleed. His little ugly self deserved it.”
“That's my girl.”
“Unh-uh! Don't hype her up. She'll be swinging on everybody from this point forward,” you teased. “You’re trying to turn every member in this household into a TTGK.”
You and Rio had formed the acronym for when he wanted to discuss business without the little ones understanding. He chuckled at your use of ‘Trained To Go Killa.’
“I'm just trying to keep the love of my life and my babies ready.”
“I know, Papa. Stay ready-.”
“So you don't have to get ready,” your baby girl said, finishing your sentence.
“See? Just grown,” you teased, giving your daughter a little tickle. “Mommy needs to talk to Daddy. Go tell your sisters and brothers to get washed up for dinner,” you instructed, kissing her soft round cheek.
The minute she darted away, your eyes connected with your husbands. You bit your lip as his eyes roamed over the sight of you.
“Aren't you working?”
“Somethin’ like that,” he glanced at the three women looking gobsmacked. Rio cut his eyes at them, shaking his head, he continued, “I always got time for wifey and my babies though.”
“I need you to stop eyeing me like you’re about to take me down,” you squeaked.
“Oh, I plan to. When I get home,” he responded, baritone smooth as silk.
“Aht, aht! Chill. I have children to feed. I don't need to have impure thoughts at the dinner table.”
“Wouldn’t be the first, nor the last time that’s happened, mama.”
“Anyway! I tried to explain that situation to her.”
“What? That the little jerk needed his ass beat?”
“No, Rio! You act like you weren't doing the same thing at that age. His square-headed behind was flirting with her.”
“Nah, mama. I was smooth with it. You didn’t know? I’ve always had emotional intelligence. Even back then. Flirting or not, mans still needed some sense knocked into him. Do I know him? Who’s his pops? Might need to have a little chat with him.”
“First of all. Why am I not surprised you had the girlies in a frenzy, even back then? You were probably bringing them little fast-ass girls flowers and all,” you joked, playfully rolling your eyes. “You will not be going to talk to that boy’s father. You can’t threaten everybody, Papa.”
“Who said I was going to make threats? I just wanna talk.”
“Yeah, right. Keep lying in my face. Leave that family alone, Rio. If it happens again, then, by all means, do what you need to do. Hell, I might even have a chat with his mama, but let’s just wait and see. Okay, Papa?”
“You lucky I love your ass,” Rio grunted.
Marcus and your eldest daughter walked into the kitchen with rapid-fire questions.
“Your rude ass children are hungry. Let me go feed these beautiful heathens.”
“I ain’t forgot about taking you down. Be ready for me when I get home, yeah?”
Your two eldest children started to make gagging noises, reminding you that children were present. They pleaded with you not to have another baby. Jokingly, of course.
“Y’all always blocking on your pops. Chill on me. That’s my wife and I’ma love on her.”
Rio took a minute to say hello to the rest of his children. With an ‘I love you’ and promises of ‘cuddles’ later that night, Rio ended the call. He locked the device, sliding it back into his jacket pocket.
His eyes cut back to the three stooges (a name Mick had given them). The three women stared at Rio befuddled.
“Back to my money-.”
“How on earth do you do that,” Ruby questioned in amazement.
“Do what,” Rio responded curtly.
“You were seconds away from busting a cap in our behinds. In a snap of a finger, your entire mood changed. You slid right into daddy mode,” Ruby said, still in awe.
“Damn, your daddy game is on point,” Annie praised, following it with a yelp. Ruby had mugged the back of her head.
“You’re so calm and gentle with your family. It’s just-,” Beth started.
“Oh, I get it,” he responded, nodding a few times. “The thugged-out, tatted-up gangster is supposed to be the run-of-the-mill deadbeat baby daddy, right? We’ll also spin the block on me poppin’ a cap so to speak, because I still don’t see a duffle bag anywhere in sight.”
“That’s not what I meant at all,” Beth stammered, face red.
Rio cut his eyes to the shaky redhead. “Doubtful, but fuck all that. Yes, I take care of mine. I’ll give every last one of them the world if they ask for it. Now slide your asses out of my personal life, and go get my fucking money.”
Rio’s patience was dwindling by the second. He was ready to get to the money and get home to his wife. His tongue traced his lips at the thought of her.
These bitches need to stop wasting my time. I’m tryin’ to kiss my babies goodnight and put mama to sleep.
How did you lovelies like the latest update of Dad!Rio and his family of...I believe it's still six at the moment😆😂🥰? Comments and reblogs are appreciated my loves💖.
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the WAYYYYYYYY Rio’s personality switched quicker than my customer service voice is CRAZY 😭
had “the stooges” doing the harlem shake 💀
and lil mamacitaaaaaa! omgggg i can only imagine her rocking that boy’s shit (as she should)
mans went from “we ride at dawn” to “lay on your back, take off those heels” BACK TO “said i’m never lack always pistol packing with them automatics we gon send off to heaven”
“Get Your Act Together”
Part of the “Say What Now?” Song Series
Characters: Angel Reyes x Black!Reader.
Summary: A reader who’s petty and needs to teach jealous and possessive Angel a lesson.
Warnings: Strong language, sexual content, suggestive themes, possessive behavior, and jealousy.
Word Count: 2,900+
AN: This one is for my lovelies @darqchilddaydreamz and @ravennaortiz! Be sure to give my babies a shout-out for encouraging me to finish this one. They gave me the push I needed to do so. I hope all my loves enjoy this one. Yes, I’m aware, the dress is different in the storyboard, but it still gives what needs to be given. Okay!
Inspired By💖:
People closest to you, whether friends or family, always expressed that they envied your level of pettiness. It was as if you were the queen of petty. Your best friend often compared your skills to a lioness hunting its prey. If someone pissed you off purposefully, you weren’t always quick to act. It was much better when you waited, letting that person feel they had gotten away with something. Once you noticed it had slipped their mind, that they were comfortable. That would be when you took the time to get revenge. Pettiest bitch alive.
Your current mood and setting could be used as an amazing example. There you were sitting at the kitchen island. Eyes focused on the portable LED makeup mirror propped on the counter. One hand held your eyelid as the other drew a precise wing. Music flowed throughout the house and you rocked your hips while sitting on the bar stool. Your hair had been curled and pinned. You wanted the curls to set in before taking them down. You were fresh out of the shower, almost fully dressed, and smelled divine. To avoid any makeup spills, you had slipped into your silk robe.
The song had switched just as you put the finishing touches on your look. The track that started was perfect for how you were feeling. It was fitting for the little plan you had set in motion. Revenge was for sure sweet. “Beating Down Yo Block” by Monaleo flooded the house. Sliding out of your robe, you started letting your curls loose. Walking over to your heels, you slid them on as the song’s beat sunk into your veins.
Using your fingers to comb through the fresh curls, you started rapping your favorite part. “Bitch I’m fine! Slim waist, pretty face, he know I’m a dime.” Still combing through the curls you dipped to the ground, dress riding up a bit as you did a little twerk. The sound of bikes approached your driveway and you smiled to yourself. Damn, I have perfect timing.
Giving a classy little twerk in the living room mirror, you continued to rap the lyrics, “Ain’t no pressure ‘bout no ninja, tell his ass to fall in line.” The front door opened and your alarm was disabled. You heard him call out to you. You stayed silent, a devilish smirk played upon your lips. Angel walked into the living room. Your eyes met in the mirror as you said the next line in the song. This time, your ‘Megan knees’ were in full effect. “Cause for this next line you gotta look me in my eyes. If you think I’ma sweat you, you out your mothafuckin’ mind.”
Angel was too mesmerized by your ass in the little black dress you had on. He had picked up on the subliminal message of the lyrics but was more interested in your attire. His eyes scanned over you, as his bottom lip pulled between his teeth. He could feel himself hardening. That was until he remembered you two weren’t alone. He growled seeing Coco to his left and Ez to his right. Both men were ogling you. Ezekiel’s reaction was more shocked. Coco’s grin was a mile long as he sat there eating every bit of the image up.
Angel being jealous and possessive, barked at you, “Stop throwing ass in front of company. Pull that short-ass dress down. Where the fuck do you think you’re going dressed like that anyway?”
“First off I was here, by myself, getting ready, and enjoying my company. I can twerk as much as I want in my damn house. You barged your tall lanky ass into my shit. Stop talking to me crazy, Angel. To answer your question. I’m going out with my girls.”
“Our shit.”
“Sleeping here almost every night doesn't mean a thing to me. You still have your place and my last name hasn’t changed.
“If you wear that short-ass dress, we’re going with you. Your ass is damn near out.”
“Stop being dramatic. No, it isn’t! I do not need a babysitter, Angel. If you can do you, I can do me, right?”
Angel understood what it was all about now.
“Why do you have to be so petty? How does that much evil fit in such a short body?”
Your shoulders shrugged, as your hips swayed to the mirror to touch up your lip combo. Angel walked up behind you pulling you into his chest. His lips ghosted your bare shoulder, giving it a playful bite, and his hips thrust against you.
“Stay here with me, mi dulce. I want to get you out of this dress.”
You felt him press into you and fought back a whimper. You refused to allow Angel to have his way. You pushed off of him.
“I’m going out tonight in this dress, end of conversation. On second thought, I take that back. Let’s have a chat about dresses. Mine is an issue, but it wasn’t a problem last weekend,” you purred.
“Last weekend? What are you talking about?”
Yeah, playing dumb is not going to slide this time, jackass.
“Don’t play stupid with me, Angel.”
Your obtuse boyfriend looked to Coco and Ez for help. Both men threw their hands up, wanting no part of the conversation.
“Here let me jog your memory. Remember when I walked into the party at the clubhouse last weekend? When you hadn’t noticed, because you were too busy entertaining that fucking hang around. The one who conveniently dropped her phone and bent over to pick it up. Had all three of you dumbasses staring at her bare ass. I couldn’t give one iota of a fuck about your boys staring, but you? Yeah, that’s a problem. You want to be possessive? I’ll do the same. You want to stare at other bitches? Let’s see how you feel about other men eyeing me, Papa. My dress isn’t nearly as short as the one that thirsty hoe had on. I’ve told you one too many times not to play with me. Now I’ma show you better than I could ever tell you, baby.”
Angel tried to save face in front of his friends. He mumbled, “Nobody worried about shit. Go out, it won’t affect me as much as you think, Mami.”
Your eyes locked in with both EZ and Coco. You all smirked, communicating without even saying a word. He wanted to be cute in front of his little friends?
I can be funny too, and have them help a sista out.
Your heels clicked over to Angel. Sliding your hands on his chest, you looked up at him with fluttering lashes. Face painted with an innocent expression, you stood on your tiptoes to steal a quick kiss. He smiled down at you thinking he had won. You leaned in and teased him.
“Ass fat. Kitty fat. I got all these men wishing they could have that. Baby, just admit that you love it here,” you smirked trying to get a rise out of him.
Angel kissed his teeth and was about to say something sarcastic, but Ez cut him off, “God, I did not need to know that,” he groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“Sorry, bro but he needs to be reminded of what he’s got at home,” she teased the flustered Mayan.
Kissing his teeth Angel retorted, “You the one acting up. Better chill out before I give you some act right.”
“I mean come on ‘mano, that ass is fat. You better appreciate that fine-ass woman,” Coco challenged.
Angel looked at him as if he had lost his mind. It took everything in Ezekiel to keep from laughing.
Still staring at Coco like a madman he replied, “Bitch, do you want me to shoot you? Stop looking at my girl’s ass!”
Ezekiel wanted in with busting his brother's balls. Like a typical annoying baby brother, he joined in on the fun, “Sister or not. We’re not real blood, so I’ve gotta agree with Coco, brother-.”
“Don’t finish that fucking statement, Ezekiel,” Angel warned.
Ez and Coco exchanged a knowing glance before the words tumbled out of his mouth.
“What? It’s the truth! That’s a nice ass, with a nice set of ti-.”
In a split second Angel was lunging at Ezekiel. With your help, Coco managed to break up the scuffle among the brothers.
“Jesus, bro. Learn how to handle a joke!”
“Fuck both of y’all,” Angel pouted, no longer enjoying being the brunt of the joke.
“No disrespect. My bad, it is fat though,” he chuckled along with Ezekiel.
“Bunch of bitches,” Angel groaned.
Feeling you had tortured him enough for the evening, you walked over to him wrapping your arms around his waist.
“Hey, look at me,” you cooed, gripping his chin softly.
“Baby, you know they’re joking. If anybody tried me like that, I’d curse them out. Relax, you know you give them shit about their significant others as well. Luckily you have sense enough not to try that shit in front of me, because I’d kick you in the balls,” she smiled innocently. Now calm down and give me kisses, papa.”
His arms wrapped around your waist as he lifted you off the ground. Three pecks and a hungry kiss later, EZ and Coco stood there rolling their eyes.
“All this lovey-dovey shit is making my stomach turn. Cut it out,” Coco grumbled.
“One more, mama. Make it real good so Coco can lose his dinner.”
He leaned in to capture your lips. It was slow and dirty. All teeth and tongue. Without breaking eye contact, his left hand trailed down your back. Stopping at your backside, he grabbed a handful. His left hand lifted from your waist as he flipped his brothers off.
“Now how can you get mad, when you know for a fact that it's fat? Look at how you just gripped the shit out of it. You got any sisters or cousins packing something that serious? Hook us up,” Coco begged.
It was your turn to flick them off. Pulling away from the kiss, you bounced over to your brothers. Raising on tiptoes you slapped them both in the back of the head.
“That’s for staring at my ass!”
Another smack.
“That’s for conveniently forgetting you both have old ladies. Whom I adore. I’m snitching on you bitches. Do I have any sisters or cousins? Get out my face with that mess, joke or not, I’ll beat your ass. Angel’s all the heathen my family can tolerate,” you joked.
Angel sat back with his arms crossed admiring you. Feeling his stare, your eyes connected as you bit your lip.
Both men sandwiched you in between giving you bear hugs. Ezekiel kissed your temple before pulling back.
“Lo siento, hermanita.”
“Yeah, querida. We didn’t mean any harm. It’s just Angel makes it so easy to fuck with him.”
Angel raised both middle fingers to his brothers. Your arms wrapped around his waist tightly. With a tug of his shirt, he understood your signal to lower himself to your height. You pecked his lips several times. He stood there smiling like a love-struck idiot as you wiped your gloss from his lips.
With a pat on his chest, you made a beeline to your handbag. You made sure you had your keys and cell phone. With confirmation, you turned in the direction of the three men.
“Alright baby, I’m heading over to besties. I’m leaving my car at hers, and she’s driving us to the bar.”
Angel cut you off, growling your full name. “I’m serious, querida. If you’re wearing that we’re coming too.”
The two of you stared each other down. You refused to give in to his demands. With a shrug of the shoulders, you responded, “Then I guess y’all hittin’ the bar tonight.” The keys in your hand were tossed across the living room as Angel caught them. He looked at you, head tilted to the side.
“Oh, you thought I was changing? No, baby boy. I hope you three didn’t have any plans.”
To the three men’s absolute horror, not only did they have you to watch over. EZ and CoCo were pissed to learn that the besties you were hitting the town with were their old ladies. They too, had on dresses that left little to the imagination.
When you went for revenge, it was always the most pettiest, delicious thing ever. The Mayan men spent the next two hours threatening anybody who so much as looked in your direction. They sat at the bar mugging, while you and the girls danced the night away.
Later that night after everyone had returned to their homes, Angel sat in the recliner. His eyes collided with yours as you swept into the living room fresh out of the shower. He looked pissed as you giggled, standing between his legs.
“What did we learn today,” you asked in your best kindergarten-teacher voice.
“What the fuck are you on about, querida?”
You leaned forward running your hands up his arms. You crawled into his lap, smiling mischievously. Your arms linked behind his neck as you rocked a bit. Inwardly you did a little victory dance as you heard him groan.
Your face stopped inches away from his. The two of you were close enough that your breath fanned one another. “Don’t play dumb. What did you learn, Daddy?”
“That you’re a petty ass woman.”
“Boy, stop! You already knew that.” Your hips circled on his lap. Angel's hands gripped your thighs tighter as he groaned, “Fuck.”
“Answer me, Daddy,” you cooed, rocking your hips back and forth over his hardening erection. “I’ll even help you out. Repeat after me.”
“I learned,” you started, pressing against him harder. You halted your movement, waiting for him to repeat it.
Angel kissed his teeth, “You gonna take this away,” he started, palming your covered mound. Your breath hitched, as you fought for control. Unable to say anything, your head nodded.
“Fuck it,” he mumbled, “I fucking learned,” he growled.
“Not to pay thot-ass, hang-around-ass hoes any mind.”
“I’m not saying that shit, Mami.”
“Ignacio,” you growled back, “Just say the shit so we can fuck already.”
“Fine! I’ll ignore every thot ass hoe who steps foot in the clubhouse. Does that work for your pretty ass,” he asked, giving your left cheek a light smack.
“I mean, I guess.”
Angel cocked his head back, “You guess? Mi dulce, you know I don’t want that girl. She was being thirsty. That’s what they do.”
“Yeah, right.”
“You look at women’s asses all the time. Why is it cool when you’re all like, ‘Babe, look at her ass! Sis, packing a wagon,” he mocked.
“That’s different. You gotta have permission, love.”
“You know you’re crazy as fuck. Right?”
“Yep! Enough of this. Do you want to make it up to me? Take me upstairs, put me on my back, and eat me until I can’t see straight.”
With an evil smirk, Angel had you in the bedroom, on your back instantly. The head he’d given caused your vision to blur. Without any time to come down, Angel flipped you onto your knees. He buried himself deep, pulling at your curls. Angel bent you into the perfect arch. He was in no mood to be nice. Flashes of you in that dress being ogled ran through his head. He pinned you to the mattress as his hips snapped against you. The both of you, shouting every time his tip tapped that spot.
He used both hands to smack against your supple flesh. Angel's fingers dug into your hips as he gave you one punishing stroke after another. His long digits made their way back into your mane. He tugged on it pulling you up and against his chest.
“You weren’t mad. Right, mi dulce? You just wanted to get me all worked up, yeah,” he rasped sexily. His hips circled, pushing deeper, “You ain’t gotta pick fights to get slutted out, Mami,” he groaned. His free hand crept down your belly. It slipped down, down, down until it reached your bundle of nerves.
Angel pulled out slowly until it was just the tip. His lips trailed kisses over the shell of your ear, leaving a playful nibble on the lobe.
“That’s it—ain’t it, Mami? You were in the mood to be my little slut, hm?”
Angel didn’t bother waiting for a reply. His hips surged forward, slamming his length to the hilt. The moment his tip tapped against those delicate nerves, he pinched your clit. He chuckled at the piercing scream you released. Your body trembled as his fingers circled the sensitive bud. The circles stopped once you came back down. Angel laughed again as your body went limp. He held you up, brushing hair out of your face, his kisses dusting your forehead.
“You’re alright, mi dulce. You did so good for me, mami.”
Your eyes blinked as you smiled lazily. Drunk off good sex, you slurred, “Thank you, baby,” head leaning back against his chest.
Angel's voice rasped, “Oh you think we're done? Mm-mm, mi vida. We’re just getting started. You whined feeling him pulse inside you. “Don’t whine now. Worked up was what you wanted. Now you gon’ take it. Be a good girl for me and get daddy off, yeah?” Angel's voice dropped dangerously low as he whispered, “I’m going to fill you up, and then you’re going to clean up your mess. Put that pretty mouth to use.”
Angel’s words must have replenished your energy. Your lip tucked between your teeth, as your channel spasmed around him.
“Seems like you're ready for it after all,” he replied, giving you light strokes.
Being petty came with the loveliest of benefits. Here’s to hoping this man fucks up again.
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bayybeeeeee 😭😮💨😮💨😮💨 I WASNT EXPECTING THIS ON A SUNDAY MORNING!!
the pettiness 🤌🏾💋✨
the brattiness 🤌🏾💋✨
the lowkey jealousy 🤌🏾💋✨
the commentary i WISH i could form 🤌🏾💋✨
EZ AND COCO ?!?! (i don’t even watch mayans anymore haha but HEEEEECK) 🤌🏾💋✨
talk about act up, get snatched up 😭
“To those who put up with me this year, I just want to say that … IN THIS 2022 I WILL BE WORSE.”
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AND I IS IN 2024 🤪🤪🤪
@sunnyfleur23 💋💋
"I'll be good!!"
"You'll be obedient. *I'll* decide when you're being good."
👀 OOP
…. let me find a way to somehow one day or another write this into something
“Haunted Hearts”
Characters: Simon “Ghost” Riley x Black!Reader.
Summary: Simon “Ghost” Riley returns home, haunted by his past missions, creating a rift with his wife. She confronts him, demanding honesty and connection.
Word Count: 1,000+.
A/N: I don’t own these images. Just created the mood board my loves🩵.
Inspired By🩵:
songs listed can be found below:
✨Apple Music✨
✨Spotify✨
berry…. you and i are gonna have it out.
IM SPILLING MASCARA OVER THIS IN THE PARKING LOT 😭😭
i caaaaaant
i can tell my mental is 10x better since i’ve started back working out (literally day two) but the way my knees are set up and breaking down from the said set up is insane.
like, should i risk the physical?? or mental??
i hate it heree
if you've never engaged with a creative art on a regular basis you need to understand that it requires concerted effort to get into "the groove" to make something and every second that it takes to get into that groove causes physical pain, but the only thing worse than doing it is not doing it.
Chronicals of What I’m Watching:
Jujutsu Kaisen, Season 2 EP 33
……
gojo…
is a fucking….
P S Y C H O P A T H
he just,
💥
to hanami 🫢
plz
my bby itadoriiiiii!!!! 🥰🥰🥰🥰
BYE IF I SAW THOSE THINGS ON THE TRAIN ID OFF MYSELF WTF 😭😭😭
lmaooooooo gojo was running like dracula 🤣🤣🤣🤣
MECHAMARU WHERE THE FUCK WERE YOU AT?!?!?!
AND SUGURU?!?!?!
i can’t
EP 35
shit has slowed down…
a little bit
i’m fine 🤣😭 i promise! episode 33 took it out of me 😅
EP 36 Nanamiiii?!?!?!?!?!?!
*feral gasp*
PLEASEEEEEEE
i’m sorry
im SORRRY
the tie wrapped around his hand, and wrapping the ponytail around his other fist i-
nanami, plz i stopped taking my meds and on a constant feral ovulation 🤣😭😭😭😭
take my ass to THERAPY!
EP 37
maan 🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄 screw sukuna HE LET ITI “DIE”
