#SHIT I FORGOT HIS FACE TATS

[hawkesbutt]

Yall I have a solution what if we ALL got to kiss sleepy demon nepo baby

WIP (idk if I’ll finish this, mostly felt like doing something quick and angsty with him in the middle)

[thecoochiefairy]

gamer girlz. onyankopon.

𑄽𑄺 warnings 𑄽𑄺 4.6K word count. blackfem!reader, drabble, college football coded! onyankapon, grumpy!onyankapon, sweet!onyankapon, dominant!onyankapon, kinda sorta makeup sex?, couch sex , black woman, vaginal penetration, rough, lil bit of sweet talkin’, hair pulling, creaming, oral [f] [m], choking, praising, LOTS of dirty talk, backshots, missionary, condomless sex, cumming on face, kissing, spanking, just a fine ass black man, minors aren’t welcome!

━━ 𝒄𝙤𝒐𝙘𝒉𝙞𝒆𝙛𝒂𝙞𝒓𝙮 𝙩𝒉𝙤𝒖𝙜𝒉𝙩𝒔 .ᐟ day 283737272 of liyah’s ovulation and faithful celibacy pact meaning she’s having the most nasty, egregious thoughts. please enjoy my black man fantasies. the links inspired this fic heavily, so enjoy those too.

𝓐ᥫ᭡ :: onyankopon just wants to help you finish your game.

link. link. link. ony’s visuals.

YOUR FINGERS SHOULD'VE HURT AT THIS POINT. Swiftly moving from button to button, they tap the controls as you’re on another level of the game you desperately wanted to beat.

You had some time off of studying, and this is how you wanted to spend it. Your boyfriend was at football practice—although a part of you just wanted to be swarmed up in his arms, your attention span also had you elsewhere—this damn game. You enjoyed the older games, replaying the hardest version of Batman: Arkham Asylum, your boredom peaking your interest back in the game you’d had since childhood. 

You didn’t even register that the door had opened, or maybe you didn’t just care enough. You knew who it was. You eye him dropping his keys against the counter, black hoodie over his head, sharp jaw grunting lightly from his sore muscles, scowl along his face—definitely had to do with practice. 

You pause the game for a second, turning your face to the side, fuzzy socks along your feet, his large jersey slung along your body as you greet him, “Hell, baby. What they’ do to you?” 

“Coach was on dick today. Had me running laps cause other niggas couldn’t catch the ball and I got mad,” he huffs, taking his helmet and slamming it on the counter next to him. He massages the nape of his neck, sighing deeply to himself. 

“Now you know coach don’t like all that cussing on his field,” you sigh, “He knows you're good. That’s why he’s on your ass.” 

“Nah. He just annoying as fuck. Can’t expect me to do everything.”

He’s like a child, grumpy and pouty. His tall frame comes closer, wanting your attention in response to his rough day at practice. 

“How’s my baby?” he says in your ear, wrapping his large muscular arms around your waist and gently biting your shoulder. His broad frame shadows under his hoodie, tat against his face shining under the lights of your shared apartment, full lips moisturized—you’d never let him leave the house otherwise. 

You give him a soft laugh, rubbing your fingers over his durag as you say, “I’m fine. Had some time off studying, tryna’ beat this game. I meant what I said, Ony. He doesn’t just give you a hard time because he’s bored. You’re his star player, gotta make sure he ain’t treating you like everybody else.” 

“Don’t tell me you on yo’ nerdy stuff. C’mon. I’m sore,” he groans, his grip around your waist tightens and he pushes himself against you. 

“Oh, is it nerdy shit when you’ screaming on the game playing 2K with your friends? I was gonna offer a little massage. Now you’ve lost your entry to that,” you say, trying to push him off of you, reaching for the controller in between your lap. 

He doesn’t budge. He holds firmly onto you, pressing sloppy kisses against your neck to distract you. 

“Don’t be like that. I was kidding, you know I like that shit,” he huffs, his breath against your neck as he presses his lips on the sensitive part of your skin, “Forgot to tell you, I got an away game coming up in a few weeks. So I’ll be gone for like, a week.”

Your head comes down a bit to look directly at him, “What? You’re not coming with me to my parents? You know the holidays are coming up, Onyankopon. I told them you’d be there.” 

“You know imma’ just be sitting around hiding behind you,” he murmurs against your skin, his hot breath tickling you. 

It’s not that he’s shy— rather, he just doesn’t enjoy the unnecessary attention. 

“How ‘bout we do our own Christmas, before I go?” 

He’s nuzzling himself against your neck now, his hands roaming all along your body. You press his body away from yours, standing up as you become annoyed. 

You then say, “I wouldn’t be going up to my parents place if you didn’t agree to come with me in the first place,” going into the kitchen, searching through the freezer. 

He runs a hand over his face, seeing how instantly irritated you became. He knew having his support for the holidays meant a lot to you, and he might’ve waited on telling you about the going away game to lessen your disappointment. 

“Mama,” he calls, watching you from the sofa. 

You turn, raising an eyebrow as you say, “Oh, so now I’m Mama, you love hitting me with that shit when you know I’m mad.” 

“You know I don’t like going to those family functions, I swear that house always stinks cause yo’ auntie cooks that nasty ass fish. A week ain’t no big deal. Let’s just have our own thing here.” 

“So which one is it? You don’t wanna go or you got your football shit?” You narrow your eyes, pulling the ice pack from the freezer, arms crossed as you come back closer to him.

He knows better than to lie, especially to you. 

“They got some NFL scouts coming to this game,” he mutters, scratching his temple. I’m sorry. But I’m tryna’ go pro, you know that.”

“Mhm.” 

You hand him the ice pack, “Put it on your knee. I know it’s been sore lately.”

He raises an eyebrow, “You’ not mad?”

“Did I say I was mad? You’ want the ice pack or not?” 

He takes the ice pack, wincing once the coldness hits his knee. He knew you were gonna give him a scolding if he didn’t.

“You’ got a bad ass attitude right now.” 

“I wonder why, Onyankopon? If we had plans to go back to your parents house for the holidays and at the last minute I told you I have exams and that I just didn’t wanna go, you’d be irritated too.”  

“Damn, you gon’ be on my ass about this for the next three weeks?” 

He didn’t like it when you were like this, cause instead of being pissed you were more disappointed, which was somehow a lot worse to him.

“I’m gonna be gone for a week.” 

You scratch your nails in between the baby blue orchid claw-clip that holds your curls. You dismiss him, “You need to go shower.” 

“What, you ain’t tryna’ join me?” he murmurs, a smirk on his lips, “Quit being mad. I’m tryna love on you. Wanna put on The Isley Brothers and give you a rub down.” 

“You’re playing too much right now,” you deadpan, “Bye Onyankopon.” 

“What’ you mean bye?” he says, his smirk turning into a frown.

“I’m finna’ go finish studying,” you’re already walking back towards the bedroom, ending the conversation off as that. 

When you finally hear him smack his lips and make his way into the shower, you glance over your notes, deciding you weren’t gonna let him ruin your previous plans. You’re now back on the sofa, eyes set onto the screen, trying to defeat the computer generated opponent. 

You switch over to the sound of the bathroom opening, seeing him re-tying his durag back on, basketball shorts baggy and house shoes on his feet. His tattoos all along his face, neck, chest and arms always had your attention—but not as much attention as you usually gave him at this moment. You sprawled along the furniture, elbow deep into the couch's pillow as one leg laid straight out, while the other bent itself over the top of the couch. 

He doesn’t like how you’re paying no attention to him. As stupid as it sounds, he’s always got to have your eyes on him. They were pretty. 

“You’ still mad? You for real ain’t finna’ give me a massage?” 

“I’m good,” you swiftly respond, “Just playing my game. You can massage yourself.” 

“Why you’ gotta be like this?” 

He sits down next to you, his large frame takes up a lot of the space. The couch becomes smaller somehow. His eyes watch the game intently before he decides to get comfortable. Lying back down on the sofa, he lets his head rest in your lap. Even with you being irritated, you let him lay there. 

You continue going up level by level, your focus intently on the game. The little argument between you and Onyankopon irritated you to say the least, but you didn’t have the energy to completely push him away. It’s unfortunate he was persuasive. You notice out the corner of your eye that he lifts his head a little, the warmth between your legs along the back of his neck, and that’s when he sees that you’re wearing nothing under his jersey.  

He takes the time to admire you, legs lazily hung open, his eyes staring directly against your pussy, scenting of vanilla on your legs, freshly shaven. One of his large hands comes to rest on the back of your thick thigh, rubbing small circles with his thumb.

“What you’ got on?” he mutters.

“Had to wash clothes, didn’t have any underwear. That’s why I put on your jersey,” you tell him, eyes still not looking at his face, unable to see how his jaw clenched at the sight. 

He doesn’t say anything for a few seconds. In that moment his large hand rubs along the skin on your thigh, pushing the jersey up further.

“You look good as fuck in my shit,” He mumbles, a low rasp in his tone.

“Thank you,” you say in a softer tone, mainly because you’re distracted, buttons pressing harder against the controller. 

He can tell how focused you are—how your face scrunched up, the way your fingers move, even the way your thighs fall open on his head.

He’s getting impatient.

That’s when you feel him lean down, giving a gentle peck to your inner thigh. The feeling makes you tense a bit, but you still keep your eyes against the screen, huffing out a breath as your character is close to dying. This level was difficult. 

He’s giving small, light kisses along the sensitive flesh of your inner thigh, taking small intervals to glance up to you as you keep your eyes against the screen. His hand moves higher up on your leg, slowly pushing the jersey up even more.

Your eyes go to him for a millisecond, seeing as his head is down, lips attached to your thighs, sucking ever so gently on your skin. You can almost feel a pressure building in your stomach, the slow ache of his movements almost purposeful, teasing you in a way. You press your glasses up against your face, huffing out a breath as you mutter, “Stupid ass level,” trying to come up with a reason as to why you sound so breathless. 

He grins as he’s laying there, hearing your breathing getting heavier. It’s obvious how hard you’re trying to focus on the game, but he’s working you up.

“You’ trying so hard, Mama,” He murmurs against your hot skin, his kisses trailing to the spot he knows is extra sensitive.

You shift your body, clearing your throat as you say, “Gotta restart,” adjusting your legs a bit, opening them up just a little more than before. 

He can tell how you’re slowly giving in, how you’re shifting your body around, legs opening just enough for him to move closer. He lets his free hand come to caress your stomach, rubbing against the skin under the fabric of the jersey. His lips are so close to you, his breath is hot against your skin. 

“Restart then,” He mutters, tongue now coming to flick out from his lips, gliding across your skin, hiding beneath the pillows of his lips as they begin sucking a dark red mark against you.

You narrow your eyes lightly as you restart the level you play, but your body is distracted by Onyankopon’s lips along it. You drag your teeth along your lip a bit, pressing your fingers harder into the controller, feeling his lips coming up higher. 

You could feel the arousal you had flooding in between the lips of your pussy, protecting your clit as it now begins to pool farther down, dampening the couch. His large fingers wrap along the outside of your thighs, using his thumbs to pull the skin on the inside apart, showing the dark pink of your pussy, squelching at his presence. Your body tenses even more as you feel his thumb meet with your clit, rubbing so softly against it, dropping his mouth down to press another kiss to your skin. The leg hiked up against the top of the sofa trembles a bit. 

“You’ winning?” You hear him murmur against your skin. 

You take a deep inhale, squeezing your fingers against the hooks of your controller as you softly reply, “No.”

He circles your clit with maddeningly light touches, barely grazing the swollen nub. At the same time, he’s still pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses, occasionally grazing his teeth. 

"You’ getting distracted. Wet ass pussy," Onyankopon murmurs appreciatively, feeling the slick evidence of your arousal coating his finger.

Your chest heaves a bit at his tone, but you don’t let up. You keep your eyes on the screen, but you seem to be losing. In both games. 

He spreads you even wider as he leans in closer, hot breath fanning over your slick folds. He pulls his thumb back as he replaces it with his mouth, giving you an innocent kiss against your clit. His beard captures your arousal, your fingers shuddering as you hear him groan, “Ooh, fuck, Mama. You’ wet for real.”

Without warning, he seals his lips around your clit and sucks, tongue flicking rapidly over the sensitive bud. He releases it with a lewd pop before trailing open-mouthed kisses along your slit, lapping up your dripping arousal. Your eyebrows deepen into a frown, lips trembling as you give one more press to your controller, before you take your hand and reach it to the back of his head, getting a clutch against the knot of his durag. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, clasping your mouth shut as you whimper for him.

He delves his tongue deeper between your opened folds, dragging it up and down, lapping up to create more secretion. His hands grip your thick thighs, spreading you obscenely wide as he eats you out like a starving man.

"Mmmm, this a nigga favorite fuckin’ meal," he rumbles, voice muffled by your flesh. He alternates between slurping you up and flicking rapidly, determined to make you fall apart. One hand slides up to grope your ass roughly, kneading the plush flesh.

“O—Ony…” you gasp, voice small and high pitched, fingers squeezing harder against his head, dropping the controller out of your other hand, the object hitting the ground with a thud. The music of the battle within the game becomes something you hear, but not as loud as his mouth gulping you down, heavy tongue sopping against your pussy, drenching his beard so much that he could drown in you.

“Pretty ass voice,” he encourages huskily, the vibrations from his words sending shockwaves through your core. He dips two thick fingers knuckle-deep into your weeping cunt, pumping them slowly as he continues his relentless assault on your clit with his tongue. The wet sounds of him feasting on your pussy fill the room, mixing obscenely with the forgotten video game noises.

His free hand roams your curves possessively, groping and squeezing every inch of exposed skin he can reach—your ass, your thighs, the underside of your breasts. You’re lost in a haze of pleasure.

You were always so sensitive to his touch, the pleasure that you received from him kept you so kidnapped that it was hard to be mad at him. You grind your clit along his mouth that waits to catch it, voice ineffective of composure as you struggle, “Gonna cum soon, Ony…” 

“Yeah?” He grunts, head knocking up and down, your eyes only able to watch as his lower face disappears in between your legs, glistening a coat against his beard, “Where you wanna cum?” 

“On your dick, baby…” you whine softly, rotating your hips gently to match his moments, “Please…”

"You wanna cum on your dick, Mama?” He coos against you, the sound reverberating through your core, you’re whimpering with an urgent nod, “Mhm,” before he can even finish his sentence. 

He pulls himself back, already tugging his tip from beneath his basketball shorts, taking off the material as your eyes follow the curve, the vein in his dick, heavy against the stretch of his large palm. Tattoos spread against his pelvic, scriptures and inspirational quotes that didn’t belong in his blasphemous moment.

"Turn around, put that ass in the air for me.“

Your legs feel a bit numb, bringing yourself up as you know exactly how he wants you. Raising your left leg along the arm of the couch, you lean your breast over the top as your face hides beneath your arm, right knee digging into the seat of it. He places his fingers along the side of your neck, other hand digging into your thigh thrown over the furniture. He doesn’t have to tell you to look at him—you always give him your eyes, feline as they blank beneath his control. Your body trembles as he slams his palm against your ass, “Arch more,” your body following suit, deepening the valley your silhouette creates. 

He grips your hip with bruising force, using the leverage to grind the swollen head of his dick teasingly along your soaked slit. Up and down, he rubs himself through your slick folds, coating his length in your essence. Your hips tense as you feel the weight of his tip stretching open your pussy, sinking in that it makes your abdomen cramp, aching in a pleasure that has your entire body tighten. Your eyes are beginning to roll back, digging your nails into the sofa as you keep your eyes on his, he looks mad at you, slamming his palm against your ass again as he grunts, “Keep that fuckin’ arch.” 

Your chest is filled with oxygen, holding your breath to cure the slight discomfort you feel, but it’s also an agonizing pleasure, feeling so full from him. He’s slowly dragging himself halfway out, rolling his hips back in and going even deeper, your mouth dropping open as your eyes flutter shut, turning your head back towards him as you whimper, “Fuck, baby. You’re deep…” 

Silence goes in between the both of you, savoring the rush of pleasure that clutches the air as he drags his first couple of thrusts, so slow it felt like time wasn’t even passing. The sedated actions almost feel better than if he sped up, his eyes locking down as he sees you painting his tip, creaming on him. 

“I’m in your shit, huh?” he talks to you, it’s almost tortuous as he hilts himself fully inside, his heavy balls slapping against your throbbing clit. Your walls clench around him like a vice, your head tilting back as you completely tense. You whimper, “Ungh,” attempting to push him back to relieve the stimulation, jumping as he gives you a bruising spank, deep voice aggressive as he says, “Uh-uh, don’t do that. You know I don’t do that running shit.” 

His fingers dig into the flesh of your hips as he starts up at a carnal pace. The wet squelch of your pussy being split open echoes obscenely in the room, mixing with your deep whines, nodding your head, gently dropping your hips against his abdomen to meet his strokes.

“Keep riding that dick, goood fuckin’ girl,” each thrust is punishing and deep, stirring up your insides. The wet slap of skin on skin echoes obscenely as he rails into you, chasing your pleasure to insanity.

You always try to keep up, but you never could. All your organs feel tossed around by him, so blinded in your erotic state, your mouth opens as you give long moans, deeply gasping each time you need to catch your breath. He brings you to a point of saying things you’d never thought would leave your lips, mouth parted as you groan, “Yes, yes, baby. Agh, fuck, Ony. Deeper.”

"You want this dick deeper?" He growls, accentuating his question with a thrust that has your eyes rolling back farther. His grip on your hips tightens, surely leaving finger-shaped bruises on your toffee skin as he sets a merciless pace.

He’s back at palming his hand brutally against your ass, rushing it up to come around the front of your mouth, resting his fingers there as he grunts, "Take this fucking dick then," yanking your head back.

The new angle allows him to go even deeper, his hips slapping against your clit, “Finna’ tear this fuckin’ pussy open.” 

His filthy words mix with the lewd sounds of your bodies coming together, filling the room, it has you groaning through his fingers. 

“Love you so much,  baby—“ this was a regular routine, the affection you give him as he’s hitting that spot that only he could find, whines plummeting from your mouth, eyes to the back of your head as you reach back and grab onto his wrist that holds your hip, moaning louder each time he rolls his hips back to meet the weight of your ass matching his rhythm.

“What happened to you being mad?” He questions, going slow as he tugs you back into his dick, the echo of your skin bouncing off each other like a drug induced round of applause. 

You shake your head, “Not mad at you, Onyyy,  love you so much….”

He chuckles darkly, low and rumbling in his chest as he leans over you, pressing his muscular torso against your back. His hot breath fans across the shell of your ear as he murmurs, "I know you do, Mama. I love you too.” 

One large hand slides up from your hip, reaching around to splay across your stomach as the other now tangles in your hair, tugging your head back. He rolls his hips in a slow, deep grind, stirring you up from the inside, your mouth releasing broken shouts, your face hot, pleasured tears wanting to stroke along your face. 

"Fuckin’ love you, princess. Pussy was made for me,” He gives another sharp thrust, grinding against your cervix. "You’ getting tight as fuck—You’ cumming, Mama?”

“I’m….” You gasp, defeated in your inability to speak, taking your hand and reaching back to hold his face closer to yours, hips trembling as you dangerously moan in a cracked tone “I’m cumming, baby. I’m cumming. I’m—agh,  c—cumming…”

His chuckle is dark with lust as you flutter and clench around him erratically. He grips you harder, using the leverage to pound into you relentlessly, chasing his own release.

"Good job, baby. Biggg fuckin’ girl. Cum on this dick. Fuckin' soak it," he growls, his voice strained with pleasure. One hand moves from your hip to your clit, rubbing tight circles around the sensitive nub as he continues his brutal pace.

Your whole body tenses and shakes as your orgasm crashes over you, a loud cry tearing from your throat. Your pussy spasms almost violently around his thick shaft, gushing against him so much it pushes him out of you, trying to milk the sensation for all it’s worth. 

“I’m finna’ bust, baby,” he warns, groaning in your ear, “Come eat this dick up.”

Your body feels numb as you turn yourself towards him, immediately wrapping your lips along his tip, enveloping the taste of your own arousal within the walls of your mouth, sucking him in to reach the heavens of your throat. He clasps your hair within his palm, bobbing yourself back and forth as you reach down, rubbing your clit as you still feel your orgasm rushing through your body. You moan around him, giving him those cat eyes, fluttering your dark extensions as you swirl your tongue against his tip, begging for a reaction.

He throws his head back with a deep, guttural moan as your warm mouth engulfs him. His grip on your hair tightens, guiding your movements as he starts to thrust shallowly into your throat.

“Shit—just like that. Eating that dick up good as fuckk," he pants, his abs flexing with each snap of his hips. The sight of you—eyes fluttering, cheeks hollowed, one hand buried between your thighs—it’s almost too much.

He pulls your mouth off him, a string of saliva connecting your lips to his glistening tip. With another smack to your ass, he flips you onto your back, settling between your spread legs. 

"I wanna see your face when I nut in this pretty ass pussy." 

He lines himself up and sinks back in with one smooth thrust, bottoming out instantly, clutching your throat, holding you down as your back arches up, clawing into his back at the visceral sensitivity.

He sets a hard, fast pace, the wet sounds of your joining filling the room. His intense gaze locks with yours, pupils blown wide with lust as he takes in every expression that crosses your face.

"That's it, baby. Gonna fill this pussy up real good," he grunts as you whimper with his talking, “Ba-by,” angling his hips to hit that special spot inside you. One hand slides under your thigh, pushing your leg up and back to change the angle, allowing him to go even deeper.

He leans down, capturing your lips in a searing kiss as he continues to pound into you. His tongue dominates your mouth, swallowing your moans and cries of pleasure. Breaking the kiss, he buries his face in your neck, biting and sucking dark marks into your skin as he chases his release.

"Fuckk, finna’ cum soon. You want it in you, baby?”

“On my face baby, you say it’s pretty there,” you whimper, deepening your nails in his back, “Mmmph, c’mon, Ony. Please…” 

A grin spreads across his face at your pleas. Grabbing his throbbing tip, he positions himself at your face, smearing the leaking pre-cum across your cheek. He’s moaning, stroking himself rapidly, aiming his tip at your parted lips. His free hand grips your chin firmly, keeping you in place as his strokes become erratic. He then cums, painting your face—across your cheeks, over your lips, some even landing in your waiting mouth.

You stick your tongue out, running your tongue over your lips that darken in color, bruised as you dig your teeth into them with a sultry giggle. Heavy breathing fills the room as you keep your eyes up at him. 

He steps back as he says, “Hollon, baby,” going into the bathroom as he finds a towel, rubbing it along your face to clean you up. He then leans down, pulling you into a kiss as he grunts, “Gimme’ your mouth. I love you, Mama. I’m sorry.” 

You give him a kiss, holding his face in your hands, running your tongues together sloppily, passion filling your entire body from the previous actions. 

You say, “It’s okay. You’ want your massage now?”

He pulls his mouth back a bit, eyeing you before he chuckles. It makes you pout, “What’s funny?”

He laughs, shaking his head as he helps you stand, “Nothin’ Mama. Just thinkin' 'bout how quick you forgave me after I tore your ass up."

You roll your eyes, “I can always change my mind.” 

He runs a hand down your side, squeezing your hip possessively. "Chill out. I want that massage. You know I'm always ready for your magical hands."

He stretches languidly, his muscles rippling beneath his tattoos as he leads you towards the bedroom, “ And don’t be all stingy with the lotion. Do that lil’ thing I like if you feeling extra generous.” 

“You’ getting beside yourself. Do you need that?”

He turns, “Do you?”

You scrunch up your nose, “No. I want a massage next!”

“Exactly. C’mon, get that ass on the bed.”

[6kuna]

Dilf! Sukuna would be one of those guys that defend women in danger+ would also be so bad at rizzing girls up that he just sounds desperate and pathetic[endearing]

“You’re the new teacher? I didn’t know they hired young girls these days. I wouldn’t even be surprised if you’d be the reason my son is getting his abc’s” he says as he looks at you up and down savoring every curve and line of your

You gave the parent a benefit of the doubt and took whatever he said as a compliment all while returning his “compliment” with an awkward chuckle.

“Thank you…”

“Say…if you come by my house and give some private lessons for him I’m more than capable to pay you more than the school does” he says smirking hiding the perversed meaning behind his shit request.

It’s the first time some weird parent tries to pull this type of behaviour on you the whole interaction leaves you in shock as you smile awkwardly trying to find the right words to respond and the patience to not punch him in the face. Your heart beats rapidly with your fists turning clammy and white from anxiety of not knowing what or how to respond to the fool of a parent.

“MISS Y/N I MISSED YOUUUUU” a familiar pink haired kid comes running as he gives you a hug. Shocked was an understatement by you were more than grateful for Yuuji to intervene.

“you know me and your teacher were having a conversation don’t your parents tell you that it’s rude to interrupt adults” The random parent says giving Yuuji a fake smile.

“Yeah? I’m the parent.” Sukuna says curtly with the most unamused expression known to man.

The male turns around to take a look at whoever the parent of the funky insolent child only to be greeted by a 6’5 fully tatted male who looked like he was more than capable to break his bones with just a simple flick. It also didn’t help the fact that Sukuna’s aura(lol) was more than threatening enough on its own without having to say a single word.

“I guess kids these days don’t learn enough manners I’ll take my leave for now” the inferior male says gulping as he puts up a front before scrunching up his face as he walks away.

Sukuna glares daggers at the stupid fool making sure he leaves the vicinity.

A huge breath of relief was let out as you kneeled down onto Yuuji’s height thanking him and his scarily hot dad for saving you from whatever the situation was.

“You guys have no idea how thankful i am, Yuuji you and your dad literally saved me”

“WE KNOWWWW, Hiro’s dad is a bit creepy” Yuuji says happily as he brings out a couple of souvenirs from his summer trip with his family to you before running into the building excitedly leaving you and his dad alone.

“Did he ask you if you for private lessons?” Sukuna asks with a smug smile

“Yes- what how did you know?!”

“He’s a douche and a weirdo he says that to every new teacher even the volunteers. I hope you’re okay after that interaction” Sukuna scoffs annoyed at the male’s behaviour. Knowing that Sukuna at his prime would’ve beaten the hell out of the weirdo for making women uncomfortable.

“I’m fine honestly I wish I could return the favour i don’t even know what i would’ve done if you and Yuuji didn’t come by” you say in a appreciative tone

Sukuna upon hearing this immediately takes the opportunity to ask you on something that has been on the back of his mind from the moment he laid eyes on you.

“You can return the favour by coming by my place for dinner I’ll cook, I can even pick you up just let me know when you’re free” he says in the spur of the moment not noticing he sounds like a desperate, desperate man.

You were so shocked at Sukuna’s abrupt response to the point you could literally feel the heat rising onto your cheeks making you smile sheepishly before bursting out in laughter.

“I didn’t think you would ask me that, but im free anytime on Saturday is it fine with you?”

“Saturday? Perfect” he says grinning as he sees you walking away he came to his senses realising he forgot to ask for your number

“You didn’t give me your number” he says from afar

It was your turn to leave him into the flustering mess. You smirked looking back at the giant of a male waiting for your response.

“I have yours don’t worry i’ll text you later” you say playfully.

It was true you do have his number. You’ve saved it from the moment he sent Yuuji on the first day.

Sukuna was lucky enough he didn’t have whatever his dad had cause frankly Sukuna would’ve probably gone into cardiac arrest with that statement alone. With that it is settled Yuuji will be sent off to Toji’s house for a sleepover while his dad gets straight to business.

Edit:not proofread was done when im literally ten secons awya from asleep i appoliguse for shit writing

[f0ofishies]

smoker!eren, you didn't smoke infact you absolutely hated the stench. But, Eren was your roommate.. so you had dealt with it for awhile now.

It was the end of your shift in that part time job, you dropped your shoes, keys into the small box you had decorated at the front entrance. Then. . you finally smelt it. That cigarette stench in the living room.

The brown haired men, tilting his fingers to shake off the ashes of the blunt. You huffed and finally appeared infront of him, blocking the TV. "What did I say, about the cigarettes?" You crossed your arms looking, infuriated.

"What, pretty. . .?" He acted so innocent as he huffed another of that disgusting puff. You grumbled shaking your head. That deep voice of his isn't gonna sway you away. "Not in the damn living room, 'ren. . ."

He chuckled, his head staring up.. those deep green eyes of his staring at you made you quiver. You were pouting like a little child, he couldn't help but be prideful. "Can't help myself when they help me out, y'know?"

"Shit– r. .ren..!" You were crumbling so easily under his tongue. That damn tongue piercing nudging at your skin. Your walls clenching underneath his face. The lewd noises bouncing off the walls, your back against the couch– half of your attire messed up.

Eren groaned once more as he lapped up his tongue again, fuck him and his skilled tongue on you. You pulled at his scalp, moaning out his name once more. "Spread yourself more, hmm?" Your legs over his broad shoulders, his tatted arms tugging at your thighs.

"Ffuck– just the taste of. . this sweet little pussy helps me out.. aye..? better than that fucking blunt. ." Right. . . forgot to mention you and Eren are fwb.

[ayeyolooo]

cinnamon rolls!

“CONNIEEEEE.” you shouted from downstairs. “gurl hush, cause if she wakes up you gone get her.” he said referring to your daughter with a little sass in his tone. “pffttt.” you laughed out loud. you heard soft thudding on the stairs, and creaking meaning that someone was coming down them. “now what happened?” he asked rolling his eyes. you held up a pinterest picture of cinnamon rolls. “do you want to make cinnamon rolls with me?” you asked cheesing. connie tried to keep a straight face while looking at you, but he just couldn’t when he seen your chubby cheeks. “of course my beautiful girl.” he walked over and placed his warm tatted hands on your face and lifting it up so that he could kiss your forehead. “yayyyy.” you did a little dance as connie just chuckled and shook his head. you turned on your speaker having the next song on your playlist play.

“okay no connie don’t touch that!” you shook your head moving connie’s hand from the hot oven. “whatttttt im just trying to see if it’s hot enough to place the cinnamon rolls in yet.” he smiled. “omg boy move.” you said laughing and placing the fresh dough, and cinnamon inside of the oven. you closed it and dusted your hands off. “nowwww what should we do to wait for the time?” connie smiled widely. “i have the perfect idea..” he said with a sinister smirk. “omg boy, no.” connie sighed real loud. “please y/n braaa i haven’t even tasted you since she was born man.” connie frowned. you just began to place all of the dishes in the sink you grabbed the yellow and green sponge but connie took it from your hand and lifted you up by your waist. he placed you on the kitchen island“nigga.. moveeee i’m trying to clean uppppp.” you said trying to push connie away. “come on mama, you know you miss the feeling of me being all in yo shit.” you let out a shaky breath and trapped your arms around his neck. he ran his thumb down your lip before pulling you closer and smashing his lips up against yours. he pulled you closer by your waist, as you wrapped your chubby thighs around his waist. smacking sounds and shuffling is the only thing you heard in the kitchen. connie took off your oversized shirt having your body be shown off to him. he looked at you with amazement, he loved every inch of you. from the hairs on your head to the arches in your foot. he began to kiss your neck as you shut your eyes. you had almost forgot what this felt like, and boy didn’t you miss it. connie took you off the island and walked over to the couch which wasn’t far away from the kitchen. he sat down having you ontop of his lap, your tongues clashed against eachothers having drool slide down the both of your chins. you pulled away and was met with green eyes. as you leaned in to kiss him again you heard cries from upstairs. connie sucked his teeth and sighed out loud. you blew your mouth up into a bubble to keep from laughing. “damnnnnnnn.” connie said throwing a little fit before walking upstairs to go and get your newborn baby.

DING! “oh the cinnamon rolls are readyyy!!”

[inu-jiru]

Jazz's "Apology Tour" ramble

Episode was trash, let's go.

First off, the whole "Fuck Blitzo" party is so stupid to me, like you're telling me this 30-something year old man had intimate relationships with ALL these demons and HE was the sole thing that ruined ALL of them?

And how did Verosika even find out about Stolas? Like I know Ozzie's happened, but how'd she hear about their "breakup" (they weren't together but whatever, show)?

Why the FUCK does Verosika care about Stolas being an uwu sad victim of mean old Blitzo aside from everyone being written to want to huff Stolas' sad boi farts?

Why is no one trying to kill Stolas like in Loo Loo Land, like suddenly we're just cool with the oppressive racist now (who am I kidding, the rank system doesn't exist anymore unless the "meanie supremacist" characters bring it up I guess)?

Don't think I'm trying to be "Blitzo's#1Bitch69" or anything, but Season 2 is just so gross in how they've written him. Either he's the big bully meanie for hating his abuser, or they've had him commit the most out of pocket atrocities (like possibly SAing Stolas since he was technically drunk or the circus incident or the shit he pulled with Verosika because what the fuck kinda trauma makes you steal someone credit card for horse riding lessons???) that they just gloss over because fuck having Blitzo actually progress normally or Stolas taking actual responsibility for his own actions, let's just speed through everything so it's back to Stolitz City, don't think about the implications. I just can't stand itttt, I still like and pity Blitz to an extent but his writing is killing meeee

Stolas, stop whimpering about being wanted YOU HAVE A KID WHO HAS STILL NOT APPEARED SINCE SEEING STARS WHERE IS SHE?

Am I really hearing that people are hating the dude flirting with Stolas like come on yall STOLITZ IS NOT OFFICIAL YET CHILL

I've honestly started skipping through episodes, like I can't fucking listen to "WAHHHHH BLITZO I WANT YOU TO WANT ME" for the millionth time, I wish this episode could've just been Blitzo and Verosika facing their issues or something I just don't wanna see this owl loser act like a victim anymoreeee

Man really said "when have I ever been condescending?" SEASON ONE???? How about every time you grab his face and call him out of his name and watch him be shot at while demanding he come over one a month? Oh, but when Blitz starts doing it back it's "Oh I'm uncomfortable ooOoOoo stop it Blitz hnnghhh I don't like it :C :C :C", like whatever man.

The Striker comment was dumb and wrong but that's because Stolas is dumb and wrong

Honestly I feel like I'm repeating the same points I and others have made in the past so all imma say is, I hope Octavia and Stella are enjoying their off-screen and better written adventures together. I'm gonna draw some AU stuff now to give my eyes something better to look at.

OH I forgot to talk about Verosika, uh, she was there? I honestly think she should just get over herself at this point, idk when she and Blitz broke up but what the fuck is it about this clown that she was so enamored over where she's this hurt? I can get being mad about her credit card and Blitz being a lazy partner but if that's the case, I fail to see how they got to a point where she got his name tatted on her arm. Idk it's weird

The Mayweather shit or whatever her name is was pointless and made no sense, like "I want you to kill this woman who made me attempt to kill her and myself but now we're dating" like? Hey Vivzie if yall can callback to that why can't yall call back to Stolas being a creep huh?

EDIT: They really made that fuckass "it's hell" excuse canon, huh? Like, it doesn't even make sense in the context of Blitz saying that, like people say "it's hell" because Biblically speaking, it's where those who truly oppose God in order to live a life of wickedness go as just punishment. Blitz the equivalent of a regular guy in Hell unlike the Hazbin characters, he shouldn't understand that there's a better alternative to Hell because he's not human and never had any opportunity to learn about Heaven or God (unless it's just in their DNA or something idk who knows with this show)

[goddessofwaifus]

Double trouble

After lots of thinking and some brainstorming, I'm making another fic here. I need something to do.

The following fic contains: Black air force energy menaces (you and Mikey duh) , throwing hands, reader uses they/them pronouns, Draken is definitely getting double the headaches after this one. Give this poor guy a break.

Trigger warning ⚠️

Mentions of stabbing, and s3xual assault 😥

Edit: both dividers by @benkeibear

If having one dangerous delinquent leader with equally threatening gang members wasn't enough, try giving this little shit an equally dangerous partner in crime besides Draken.

It's a given that Draken and Mikey are Toman's Captain and vice Captain as well as their danger duo. More often than not, Draken has to babysit Mikey and he's a headache on his own when the trump card of Toman decides to be a brat. Sure, they're all crazy and a gang to be fucked with. But then you come along and now Draken has two menaces to Shibuya to deal with. This is where the headaches and irritation begin.

It all began when you were working part-time at a diner in Shibuya. You only took the job because you needed money to pay for food and the basic necessities back at home and the pay was decent enough. Maybe you could save enough to buy a bike so you could finally stop taking the bus and have transportation of your own to get to school. Annoying as the customers were... Especially the ones with the rowdy kids who fling food everywhere, scream at the top of their lungs, run around the small building and nearly trip the staff with their playing, and just overall cause a disturbance in an otherwise nice homey establishment... You put up with it when your coworkers couldn't. You needed to get the bag, your bike was riding on this so you swallowed any irritated thoughts and choice words you had for the careless parents and their equally carefree children to get your paycheck. Then they come in.

A pair of blonde boys your age came in and were guided to a booth by the window. A tall boy with most of his hair tied back in a single braid, both sides of his head shaved with a dragon tattoo on his left temple that reached down towards his neck. He was wearing a black jacket with white and black diamonds adorning the front and back,a white button up shirt and baggy black pants. With him,he brought his shorter blond friend in a green jinbei. <- (Notes at the bottom of this fic) The former wore boots while the latter wore sandals.

You lost count of how many customers you served that day, but you did serve the two blonde middle school boys their food. You were stopped by the short boy before you could leave.

"I can't eat this without the flag! It's not a meal without the flag! It won't be fun to eat!"

He whined, pouting like a petulant child while the taller braided teen across from him sighed in annoyance. You found the pout on his face to be adorable and couldn't help but heed to his childish request for a flag, putting a red flag in the kid's meal for the boy. The pouting turned into child-like excitement as his naturally cold black eyes sparkled with exuberance. The dragon tatted male raised an eyebrow and opened his eyes to see there was a flag now in the meal for his childish friend, one he didn't have to fish in his jacket to stick in it to quiet him down. He didn't know why he was so adamant about a flimsy little flag in his meal, but whatever shut him up would do.

He couldn't deal with the tantrum... Not when he already knew the routine for every visit to the place. He'd order the same kid's meal, demand a flag if they forgot, he'd put one in to shut down the pouting, his friend would eat, and finally fall asleep right after to leave the aggravated teen with no choice but to carry him out piggyback style after paying for the food.

"Thank you so much...Y/n!"

The now sated little menace grinned as he dug into the meal, messy as he ate. You simply giggled to yourself, noticing as the taller one of the two nodded a thank you in your direction. Apparently this was something his friend did often if there wasn't a flag in his kid's meal here. It didn't bother you as long as he didn't fling the food in his fit or start causing too much of a scene. If he did that, there would definitely be a problem and you'd most likely fight the little shit.

"I'm Draken btw. This little hellspawn is Mikey and I apologize if he causes any more trouble with you and anyone else who works here. Why are you working here anyway?"

You needed the money for a bike. You were tired of taking the crowded bus to and from school, giving perverted boys ample opportunities to grope or pinch you with the excuse of "trying to reach for their bag" or "picking a speck of dirt or debris from your uniform" in the little space there was available on the vehicle. You had enough and you'd be damned if it happened again because if it did... Someone was gonna get put in an ambulance and there was no damn way it would be you. Draken shook his head as Mikey wasn't fast asleep for once after eating and perked his head up to listen.

"You look familiar... You sit 2 seats ahead of me on the right! You're working here for a bike? What kind? A regular manual bike? A motorcycle?"

Hearing the name Mikey had widened your eyes a bit. The invincible Mikey? The Mikey with a roundhouse kick so nasty you'll definitely be comatose if he kicked hard enough? Leader of the up and coming Tokyo Manji Gang? Why would he recognize you though? It hit you then that you went to school with him and he was often fast asleep in class. You admit you're slightly jealous he can act the way he does with teachers and get away with it when they wake him up. The perks of being a delinquent you guess. You wanted to be one too but you're a bit indecisive about fully committing to the lifestyle.

Something light but fast enough to get you from the complex you live in to the campus quicker than the crappy bus was the motorcycle you were looking for. Mikey nodded in thought and snapped his fingers at the perfect bike for you.

"My big bro owns a bike shop! It's called S.S. motors. I could ask him if he could make a bike for you with the parts he has on hand if you'd like?"

You didn't think your eyes could get any wider before you nodded in agreement to the suggestion. If it were possible for him to do that, you could pay for it and finally have transportation of your own.

"Do you know how to ride?"

Draken watched you nod your head to his question. When the two left, Mikey was sure to keep his eyes open for you at school to discuss everything he'd need to tell his brother at the shop. This would soon turn into eating lunch together, studying together, hanging out after school, and even riding on the back of his CB250T wherever you guys were going. In no time, you two were just as close as he and Draken were when they were younger. You found yourself interested whenever Mikey talked about all the bikes Shin had in his shop and passing on his knowledge of motorcycles to you.

It was when your birthday rolled around (Mikey wanted it to be a surprise) that you finally got your bike and what a beauty it was. All shiny and new, polished and sleek in (f/c) with (hl/c) [highlight color] along the sides. You looked at Mikey who only gave you a big ol grin as he wished you happy birthday. Shinichiro gestured for you to get on and try it out for the first time. In the time Shinichiro took to fix it up and put the finishing touches to your ride, Mikey introduced you to all of Toman and the remaining founding members of the crew. He helped train you to fight and with enough honing your fighting skills, you became part of Toman too. Not just as a friend but as an official member with your very own uniform.

You would be Mikey's partner in crime and every delinquent gang that came face to face with Toman, they would soon learn that you and Mikey are a danger combo. Where Mikey has his lethal roundhouse kicks, you have deadly punches and equally devastating force to kick someone out of commission. The invincible Mikey and the merciless Y/N. The judge and the executioner.

Mikey had rode in the back of your new bike with you, guiding you between cars as you zoomed down the road. When everyone saw your new ride, they cheered and praised your new set of wheels. Whooping and checking out your bike as you sat at the front,proud to finally have a motorcycle of your own instead of back seating with Mikey or anyone else. To celebrate your birthday and your new wheels, you rode down the streets of Shibuya with Toman in tow. Shinichiro and his buddies; Wakasa, Takeomi, and Benkei joined the birthday ride along with the rest of Toman. You could truly call that night the best time you've ever had. All thanks to a coincidental meeting at your part-time job with your classmate and him volunteering to ask his big brother to make a bike for you. You're glad you complied with his childish request for a flag in his omurice otherwise you wouldn't be where you are now.

However,with the power dynamic between you and Mikey, it posed another headache for poor Draken. Not only did he have to look after his child of a commander, he also had to rein you in too. Most times, you were completely under control and needed no supervision or intervention from him, but with time in Toman, that slowly changed. Now fully committed to the delinquent lifestyle, no longer needing as much help to kick ass alongside your gang mates in your goal to create a new age for delinquents and gangs alike, you had become an absolute menace just like your captain. If you weren't murder walking <- (note 2) beside Mikey, you were often beating the shit out of a bully picking on someone or fighting alongside the other captains when a rival gang tried to intimidate your gang members into submitting defeat.

Absolute demons, Draken would say as he's dragging you and Mikey away from some kid who thought it would be funny to test his luck because you were harmless and Mikey was below average height. The boy wasn't laughing after Mikey kicked him to his knees and you knocked him out cold with a ruthless knee to the head. Let it be known that you hated being seen as weak and Mikey had an honest to God hatred for being looked down on for his height in both the literal sense and in terms of everyone's "Height= strength" argument. He's not called The Invincible Mikey for nothing. You didn't gain your title out of nowhere just the same. You both earned the names other gangs labeled you two under. It was proof of your rep and his in the era of delinquents Mikey wished to create. It wasn't something for other kids to scoff at or look down at either of you for. Draken however had to step in to keep the both of you from killing the kid or putting him in the ER at least.

While you two were struggling to get free from his grasp, he hit you both over the top of the head to shut you up. He was not having it and Mitsuya could tell when he spotted the two of you giving the angry grumble and the death stare. Not just babysitting one rowdy little demon but a second one who seemed just as aggressive. This would become more apparent after the leader of Moebius barged into the warehouse with 50 other members coming in behind him in their cherry red jumpsuits.

"Moebius this, Moebius that. I'd much prefer if you kept our name outta your mouths... You little rats."

Their leader smirked as he combed his hair back with a lit cigarette between his cocky lips. You couldn't help but visibly cringe at his attitude and face. How was a dude like that cool? Then you remembered what Haruki said at the meeting the other night. This cocky ass clown was the guy who beat pah's friend and then proceeded to defile his girlfriend in front of him as well as letting his men have turns... Then ,to rub salt and lemon juice into an already open wound, they went and beat his family. Suddenly the cringe boiled into rage and disgust towards the blonde in the jumpsuit in front of you. Osanai then turned his head your way and smirked while his men were taunting the boys and wolf-whistling at you also.

"See somethin' ya like~? That little feisty look in your eyes is adorable! Ya gonna bite me?"

You only scoffed and then proceeded to laugh in his face at his attempt to show off in front of his crew. You'd snap your own neck before you gave this guy even a millisecond of your time. You didn't like guys like him, they made you sick and you personally wished that all men like him would just die. The world would be slightly better with less garbage taking up space. Mikey however didn't like the fact that their leader even tried to shoot his shot with you, but he did have a smile of satisfaction when you threw a laugh of disgust in response.

"They don't go for guys like you. The matter isn't needing someone more mature. You can't even make that argument with what you've done with your guys. So, much like you want us to keep your name outta our mouths... Why don't ya do the same and keep your comments to yourself?"

You then doubled down and spat near Osanai's boot, sneering at him when he frowned at the response. Apparently Takemichi was looking at him wrong which provoked Osanai to boxing him until Pah blocked his next punch and pushed the barely conscious Hanagaki aside. This was his fight after all and he'd be damned if this bastard got away with what he had done to his friend. You, Draken, Takemichi, and Ryohei were ordered to sit back and watch a losing fight between Pah and Osanai who was clearly playing with his food. When Pah finally went down and Mikey caught him, you gently set Pah on the ground with your jacket as a pillow for his head. Mikey couldn't corral you in a situation like this so he didn't tell you to stay back when you walked beside him towards Osanai. Words were spoken but they didn't matter since you and Mikey took turns kicking the arrogant ignoramus in the head until his face was black and blue.

You glared and the new recruits under Moebius were shaking as you smirked. You looked like the devil and Draken had to smack you upside the head to settle you before you both heard the once downed Osanai running at you and Mikey. You were quick to shield him, Draken being quick to his feet to catch and disarm Osanai who dropped his broken beer bottle weapon after being introduced to Draken's knee in the gut.

"The only reason why you guys lost to us was because you strayed from the true delinquent's path...We know you molested a young woman and went on to attack her boyfriend's family. You're nothing but a piece of shit. If any of you do anything fucked up like that again, we'll hunt you down and kill you ourselves! Your leader is done because Mikey and Y/N kicked his ass! Any of you got a problem with that?! "

Your face morphed into that of a sadistic sociopath. Truly befitting of the executioner. If they had a problem with Draken or Mikey, they'd answer to you and your curb stomping boots. You giggled with sadistic glee as you grinned at the now terrified men of the newbies joining Toman.

"If you give my captain or his number 2 any issues, you'll be answering to me~ I have no qualms with rearranging your faces with my boot... It surely won't be the first time I stomped someone's face in with my heel. So make no mistake, don't underestimate me, my captain or his second in command. I'll make you regret it, got it?"

The once cocky boys trailing behind Osanai were now shitting bricks. They couldn't argue with Draken and they certainly wouldn't argue with you either. You nodded to Draken with a satisfied look on your face as he proceeded to speak while holding Osanai by the arm.

"In that case, Moebius will now belong to the Tokyo Manji Gang!"

You stretched as you popped your back, ready to get out of this dusty ass warehouse until you noticed that Pah was missing from the spot you and Mikey had laid him in. You looked around, but were a second too late to warn Draken as Pah drove his hidden switchblade into Osanai's side. The situation had went from a sweet victory to a bitter one as the result of the conflict ended with some of the men from Moebius being caught by the police as everyone began to scatter per protocol for gang brawls. Pah owned up to his mistake made in blind rage and vengeance to turn himself in much to Mikey's and Peh's disapproval. You didn't like the idea much either,but better he realizes the consequences of his actions than run from them like a coward.

Your group ran with a bitter taste in your mouths,unable to savor the victory of gaining more men in Toman. The next guy down was Takemichi and you were quick to run to retrieve his now unconscious body with Mikey following right behind. Today went from 0 to 100 way too fast for you to catch it and you wish you could have to stop the shit storm that would soon take form...

What was the point of celebrating if there was gonna be a divide in the group behind Pah's choice to turn himself in over keeping the gang together?

Notes

Jinbei- A traditional set of Japanese clothing worn by men, women, and children during the summer. It consists of a jacket like top with a rope to tie it closed and slits along the sleeves for ventilation as well as matching shorts or pants based on preference. They're usually worn for summer festivals like the festival they had the night of the Moebius v Toman brawl on August 3rd. It's the outfit that Mikey was wearing and it's traditionally paired with geta sandals. They can also be worn as pajamas.

Murder walking- If anyone is familiar with the Tumblr post, this is basically a reference to that. Walk like you've been sent to murder Captain America is the walk that the reader can usually be seen doing beside Mikey. They're feral just like us.

[goldencuffs]

Hi! Do you have any new Lamen fics planned tho? And if so is it possible for you to give us hints about the plot?

YES I DO!! 🙌✨🎉

just one. maybe two.

but i've written quite a lot of one particular au. it has very cliche stereotypes - jock damen and ballet dancer laurent who are "friends" with benefits. damen is a complete and utter asshole in this. and he makes laurent's life miserable most of the time. laurent is, naturally, in love with damen.

it also features aleron and laurent getting along but with a twist... (aleron is extremely controlling and overprotective and laurent is People Pleaser to his core in this au so he goes along with all of aleron's restrictions).

i want to finish at least half of it (i already have 20k!!!) before i start posting because i don't want people to be waiting forever in between updates (not that that's what i'm known for hahahaha...............)

anyway enough yapping. here's (part) of the first scene hehe ✨

Damen sucked leisurely, like they had all the time in the world, his thumb breaching Laurent. It was dry, but they both knew how much Laurent loved the painful stretch, the initial press. Laurent’s head was vibrating in pleasure. His stomach was clenching and unclenching; he was going to come soon, and then Damen would really lose it, because he liked fucking into Laurent when he was loose and pliant. The buzzing around his head was growing, and Laurent was shaking, completely— “Shit.” Damen pulled away, just at the crest of Laurent’s orgasm. “Nooo,” Laurent groaned. “Damen, please, I’m—” “Wait. Shut up. Shit.” “What?” Laurent propped himself up on his elbows, because he was just starting to realise Damen sounded panicked, not turned on. And there was a buzzing still in his head—wait, no, next to it; Laurent turned, to where Damen’s phone was on the nightstand, and saw Jokaste’s name flash across the screen. He frowned. “Why is she calling you?” Damen snatched the phone, silencing it. “Shit.” “Why is she calling you, Damen?” Damen exhaled sharply. He ran his hands through his hair, and then seemed to remember there wasn’t much of it left, and his hand fell awkwardly in his lap, where his jeans were stretched and tented. “Look,” he said. “I completely forgot… but, uh, Jokaste and I… We got back together last week.” Laurent shot up. “What?” “Look—” “Are you fucking kidding me, Damen?” Laurent snapped. He didn’t know what to focus on: the infuriating expression on Damen’s face, his almost-orgasm, his half-naked state, the fact that Damen was back with his fucking— “What the fuck is wrong with you? How could you forget that? How could you not tell me—and, and, and, you called me over to—” “Jesus, calm down, alright,” Damen shifted on his knees, looking both morose and furious. “If anything, you should take it as a compliment I forgot about her the moment I saw you—” “What is wrong with you? Who the fuck in their right mind would take that as a compliment?” Laurent hands were shaking with—anger, distraught, frustration—as he pulled up his underwear and pants. The worst part was that his treacherous heart was taking it as a compliment. “Why did you even get back together with her? I thought her sleeping with Kastor—your brother, by the way, in case you fucking forgot—was the last straw.” Damen rolled his eyes, and now he was really starting to look annoyed, eyebrows furrowed, jaw clenched. “That was months ago. And they didn’t sleep together; he just went down on her.” He paused. “Actually, you know what, this works in my favour, since I just went down on you… so it’s kind of like tit for tat. Guilt absolved.” Laurent’s mouth dropped. He stood, whirling on Damen. “Oh my fucking God, Damen. What is wrong with you?” “How many fucking times are you going to ask me that?” “How can you sit there and fucking act like you’ve done nothing wrong?” Laurent cried. “I’ve been fucking twiddling my thumbs, waiting for you, and, and, and last week. You got back with her last week—you couldn’t have told me?” “I deleted your number after she called and—” “Oh my god!” Laurent pressed the heels of his palms into his eyes. “Oh my god. Oh my god. That’s why you’re back early, isn’t it? To see her, before she goes on her retreat?” And here it was: at three-thirty on a Tuesday morning, Damen destroying his entire world and heart with a few simple sentences, in a span of five minutes. This was record-breaking, actually, even for them.

[mugeesworld]

Sorry to keep talking about Phinks lol but your new theme has me imagining

One of the spiders needs him for something important and remembers he said he’d be at his girlfriends place. So they walk in only to find him in a sanriogirls utopia that’s so pink and cute and glittery it takes them a second to process him sitting on the couch surrounded with plushes and throw pillows with his gf playing animal crossing sticking out like a sore thumb as a large tough looking dude next to his chubby head to toe pink clad gf who’s explaining to him how to properly decorate the garden in her AC village.

I could also see his gf giving him little subtle things like socks with Badtz-Maru on them to wear so he has a little piece of him that matches with her

BAHHAHAHAHAH

YES OMG. THAT'S SO PERFECT. and please keep telling me if you want. I love phinks🙏.

The socks idea is so funny and cute cause imagine if he takes his shoes off to get comfortable or something at the hide out for the troupe and it’s has strawberry’s or badtz on them😭😭😭

Or like him and his gf doing skin care and he has one of those head bands on that makes him look like a cat.

And when the troupe walks into y/n’s house. Phinks has like a face mask on or your painting his nails or something 😭😭

Or another thing sorta like the socks but having all these cute bracelets you made him on him at all times. Or if you have long hair ALWAYS having a cute pink scrunchie💀

Hes out in the town with the troupe when he passes by a shop window to see a sanrio plush and is like. "HOLY SHIT! Y/n would love that! I can't believe they have them here!" then robs the place/buys it. Making the troupe wait for him to get done. Then he just walks around with a big ass plushy for the rest of the night

He's waiting for you outside a store cause you had to use the bathroom with your big pink purse and sunglasses. He didn't think anything about it so he puts them on while he waits. When all of a sudden people from the troupe round the corn to see yassified phinks😭

Phinks being really scary when he's fighting but one day when he lifts up his arm while sparing with someone in the troupe they see his nails are painted pink and gets really embarrassed 💀

He looks like he would have his ear pierced so he would buy some small strawberry ear rings that reminds him of you.

Or gets a small sanrio tattoo😭 just has a random hello kitty tat next to his spider one!!!

LITERALLY SCREAMING. I ABSOLUTELY LOVE PHINKS. AND HE IS LITERALLY THE PERFECT CHARACTER FOR THE TROUPE.

WAIT I HAVE ANOTHER. I walked away from my phone for like one second then I immediately ran back when thinking about this.

So how he always has a hair tie with him. He probably knows how to pull up hair. So one day when he sees killus sister (I forgot her name) trying to pull up her hair but failing badly. He couldn't take it anymore to watch so. "Give it here...." everyone gives him a crazy look but she gives him the hair bow.

He gets down on his knee to have better access.

"You want a bun, pony tail, pig tails, or a braid?"

AHHHHHH😭😭😭😭 I'm giggling so hard right now.

Also if me and you aren't already mutuals. We should be. Like right now. Give me your user♥︎♥︎

[sugar-omi]

(Didn't want to distract from your original post)

I am sooo normal about Yandere!MC and Seemingly Normal!Cove <- (he's not normal, a normal person would be terrified if a yandere commits violence in their name.)

Like Cove deserves it. All three boys do, but Cove is my favorite by a little bit. (Plus I think Derek and Baxter would actually be normal here and scared lol)

((Two iterations of my Cove!Mc are yanderes for him with four total iterations of said MC.))

He'd be so sweet and melty for the MC omg... his woozy blushy smile when the MC comes to him covered in blood and talks to him in a sing-song tone about how they took out the person being a creep to him and how nobody's gonna come between them/hurt him and how much they love and adore him, how he's all theirs forever and ever, and more sweet nothings.

Just the most down bad catastrophic romantic words you can think of coming out of someone who's shaking from adrenaline and covered in blood.

((3/4 iterations of my Cove!MC ended up promising him at 13 when they get together that no one will ever hurt him now if they have their way.))

Depending on how hopelessly in love (mind-broken) Cove is, I can definitely see him being down to have sex/you claim him once more after killing someone with the body nearby.

feel free to relog my posts w anything you wanna add!!! I love it n 7/10 times we all have the same brain worms n it's beautiful

my brain is tainted w the thought of kissing or having sex w cove with blood still on your hands... body doesn't have to be nearby but smth abt it is so sexy isn't it???

or cove joining you in the shower, washing the blood off of you and giving you head afterward while still in the shower, clinging into his hair and the shower head. it's a good thing you have one of those grippy shower rugs in here

idk abt mind break/sherlock holmes syndrome bc I like the idea of him alrdy being a little outta it but maybe it's like a gradual thing like all their life mc has said crazy shit n if they come home a little bloody well that's so fucking sexy n he's only mildly concern now that your lips are on him

I can totally see this cove being into bdsm shit though

he'd say it offhandly one day when you're having a jealous fit "well put a collar on me then"

and so you get him a few to choose from maybe and a tag

it shouldn't turn him on, this is beyond kinky probably, maybe a normal person would consider this sick.

but his dick is straining against his pants and his heart is racing and he's getting so hot n dizzy just thinking abt it

n when it's on he can't help looking at you for approval, and if you're a real dog then you clip a leash onto him the second he's facing you or while he's looking in the mirror you come up from behind and show it to him

he's nervous, that's really inappropriate but fuck if he's not happy to wear it

so you clip it on him "this way you can never stray far from me. you're mine."

fuck he'll random send you pictures while you're at work with his collar on under his dress shirt. he wears it everywhere.

maybe don't let your family see it though and keep smth more... normal. for him to wear

I almost forgot ong but he'd prbly get your name tatted on him

maybe a tramp stamp or over his dick, or over his heart. wherever you want really

I think I said it but he'll flirt just to see that look come across your face. to feel and see how dangerous you are, how rough you are

you'll beat the guy or girls ass from the bar until you're kicked out by force and then you'll go home and rearrange his guts for flirting with some bitch on purpose.

it always leaves his hips sore and his voice hoarse or gone, and you're putting ointment on some of your deeper bites or hickeys with an apologic kiss and tone.

omfg he'll even fuck you in the car, the person that was flirting w him earlier will come around the side and gets a front row view to the car shaking, fogging up, and then he can see cove's hand slap against the window and his green hair against the window as you fuck him up against the door

or if you're really risky then you'll fuck him on the side of the building, his pants around his ankles as you take him from behind and his knees shaking as you grip his hair, pulling his hair back.

the person can see cove moaning loudly and begging you to choke him harder, to hit him harder..

sees how he smiles and laughs when you call him a slut, telling him how dirty he is for wanting it outside and to be seen.

yeah this cove is a total freak n his sanity is questionable

[montammil]

Back here again to blow up the ask box:

Also forgot you wrote Nathan + Lawrence meeting again and that he's a waiter. fieribjndn (Oh well)

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Title: Nathan (Unplanned Meeting)

“I-ugh...YOU?” Nathan gasps his face contorting. “Oh, hi Nathaniel.” Lawrence hums overlooking his boy’s facial expression. “It’s Nathan…sir.” He kisses his teeth. 

“Oh, I know, but it is so fun to mess with you.” He teases gently eyeing Nathan’s nametag. “I never much liked metallic name tags, what about you?” He asks, brilliant blue eyes shining with dark amusement.

“Are you ready to order?” Nathan returns, ignoring his impulses. “No, but I’d love a soda…whatever you prefer.” Lawrence's lips purse into a sideways pout.

"The soda options are on the front of the menu." Nathan frowns looking down at the menu.

"I'm aware, but I was asking what you prefer?" He catches the younger man's eyes.

A shiver creeps up Nathan's back.

'I'll be back here at eleven tonight, he should be walking back home by then.' The older man thinks watching his son suppress a quick chill.

Lawrence turns back to his menu scanning the breakfast menu.

"Don't you like...black coffee?" Nathan questions hand flying up to smooth the curl of his hair back. A slight shake to it.

"Yes, I do, why don't you bring me some?" He requests huffing when his reading glasses fall down his nose.

With that to do, Nathan shuffles to the restaurant's kitchen.

His tight breaths coming shorter and shorter.

"You look rather potted mate, everything alright?" His co-worker asks softly. Shooting a quick glace to find Lawrence staring.

He warily frowns trepidation settling in the atmosphere.

"Nothing, just an anxiety attack." Nathan coughs moving through the constricting space.

“Do you want me to take the table?” Darcy pipes up tying her apron around her. “Enticing but no, it’ll be fine.” Nathan brushes her off. 

His co-worker from earlier grabs some blue drink bringing it to him.

"Here, take this and get back out there then." He sighs.

The alcohol stains his shirtfront leaving a light blue tint to it.

"I'm back." Nathan coughs awkwardly bringing him some black coffee in a mug.

"Thanks kiddo, now stick around there's someone you'd kick yourself for missing." The older man nods to the front door. Just as the bell chimes.

A man maybe around Nathan's height walks through the door. The tattoos, the piercing, and most of all the hairstyle...

Nathan throws a glace to Lawrence who's beaming. "See kiddo? I did listen to you before I took you home." He gestures for the heavily tatted man to come over.

"Ellington, meet my son. Nathan." Lawrence's eyes follow Ellington's every move. As if planning his next kidnapping.

"Can I call you Nate? I don't think I can remember Nathan...Truth be told I barely remember my names Ellington." He grumbles the last part playfully.

"Sure, umm, Elly is the nickname, right?" Nathan fiddles with the pencil suddenly feeling too intoxicated for this.

"Yeah, that works!" Ellington brings him closer into a side hug. One heavily tatted arm slung over Nathan's shoulders. Nate missing the quick snap of a picture is dazed.

"Lawrence has told me so much about you!" The other black-haired male cheerfully beams at the other man. Moving to sit down across from the blonde older man.

"Oh, he did?" Nathan's face heats and he throws a look at Lawrence.

"I did, I did." Lawrence laughs into a fake coughing fit. Reading glasses falling all the way off his face.

'Really selling it.' Nathan thinks biting back his reaction.

"Nathan, could you get us some water?" Lawrence clears his throat faking another small coughing fit.

"Sure dad, anything else?" He glances to Elly who is looking sympathetically at Lawrence.

Green eyes doe at the older man, concern written all over his face.

'It's a trap...' He realizes, and Ellington was playing right into it.

"Sorry Nate, he asked for water. I barely heard him myself so don't worry about it." Elly speaks up meeting Nate's eyes.

"Oh, shit sorry." He gasps walking off to the kitchen again.

'Green with Tawny in them. They match my brown eyes.' Nathan thinks as he pours two standard sized glasses.

Avoiding the other waiters and waitresses he practically glides over to the two men. Seated in Booth #9.

"Thank you." Ellington squeaks excitedly biting his bottom lip. The golden ring gliding against his two front teeth.

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And that wraps up the Nathan-centric bit. :3

(Having trouble getting Charlotte waking Rex {in captivity in the attic} up! But eek! Idk she's hard to write sometimes praise to you for making her.)

Omg this was great, thank you!! Once again, you never fail to do them in character!!

And don't worry too much about Charlotte, even as the creator of her I sometimes stress if I'm doing her in character XD

[letamthoughts]

Avatar: The Way of Water (3D HFR) (2022)

i really like it (mid tier?) 10/10 was a full movie; nice rewatching the first half of the first movie didn't feel necessary, but certain scenes did help me better understand moments in this one ("Let's get it done then.")

I do like how they laid enough things out for the 3rd movie, especially in regards to the virgin birth

seeing it in 3D HFR was worth it I guess; I wonder if some details would've been clearer or more detailed in 2D or "Real 3D" only HFR movie I can compare it to is Gemini Man (2019), and this one was consistent for understandable reasons; looking forward to the next opportunity this is a family movie; like, almost some Disney shit, fo'real; "Sullies stick together" i dig it, though

in hindsight, I'm really glad the theater preview I saw barely spoiled anything (and I managed to forget most of it) felt that "They die. Here. Today." line interesting choice to make them Māori; called it once i saw dem face tats

(Minor Spoilers)

can imagine some people taking serious issue with the rehashing of sorts; having the Sargent return and all but~ it works and makes complete sense

Jake was definitely fucking up as a father; like, fo'real; god damn makes me wonder what his childhood and parents were like; i think we only hear him say a single thing about the matter in the intro to the first movie

"A father protects" is an interesting line and mentality; curious to see what they do with it for his character arc nice moments showing parallels and similarities between the two families (e.g.: "one big disappointment", dude's wife basically saying "yeah, naw, I'm going", both husbands having difficulties with their wives when they met, etc.)

(Moderate Spoilers)

i actually was expecting Spider to inherit the Sargent’s Na'vi body or for them to eventually make him one, but I guess not? 🤷🏿‍♂️ Much better for everybody actuallythey should really remove the trackers from their aircraft; interesting nobody knew about them funny how when it came to the kids, they did not give a fuck about his ass being outcast

(Major Spoilers)

his survival at the end actually brings hope for the future considering it was his "feral" kid who saved him; might create more humility in the dude like that other scene did ("This is wrong!") wait, who's his mom again? and who's his inevitable girlfriend's dad? seriously, dafuq, y'all? 🤔 what if Earth has a Great Mother too, but humans forgot how to (or just can't) connect to her? 🤔 dude lost his whole crew again; damn Neytiri was losing herself in that end fight; curious to see what they'll do with her relationship with Spider in the sequel interesting that he was primarily concerned with o'girl when Neytiri had her knife to his throat; nice fake-out, btw, damn nice fake-out with almost losing Jake too

[dgaftilwedie]

thinking abt trey!!!!!! need to talk abt trey!!!!!! ramblinf under the cut EEEEEEEEEEE

jack daniels straight from the fucking bottle LMFAOAOOA he doesnt usually go to bars

he showers like, once every two days (he doesn't leave the house very often so he's not SUPER gross) but when he does, yknow he stays cleanly. washes his face real good, he uses fuckin native body wash in the limited edition girl scout samoas scent 😭😭 he spends HELLAAAAA time on his hair tho. shampoo, conditioner, tons of serums and shit like you'd think it'd get greasy from the sheer amount of hair masks and moisturizers he uses but it's SO FUCKING SOFT. it always looks perfect because he spends LITERALLY 3 HOURS ON IT

WEED he blows like a hundred every week. no one knows how he stills has his apartment. or how he can take care of his kitty. trey's fucking goated ok TRUST

oh my god he's got a bunch i can't even like describe them all LMFAOOAA he's got a biohazard symbol right above where his pants it on his tummy, he's got a sexy clown chick with fat tits on his side, he's definitely got some kind of asking alexandria tat, and he has a bunch of shitty stick n pokes that ty and cass did for him, either bc they were drunk and it was funny or bc cass actually wanted to practice

he doesn't cry very much at all. the last time he cried was when he left his family for the last time. he got tired. he was tired of their bullshit. he misses his baby sister, vivienne. she's only 11. he's gonna take her in one day, he promises to himself.

he's technically the oldest. he doesn't talk about that much. don't ask him about it.

ok picture a pair of black converse. ok now add a couple holes in the seems and the soles and parts of the rubber falling off and a cigarette burn or two and also a pair of obliterated fucking shoelaces im talking no aglets on either side, they're stringy messes, they look like fuckin ugmmmmmmmmfmefhsejf string cheese.......... ok yeah there u go

he straight up has no bed. no box spring. it's just a kinda torn mattress in the corner of his room. there are some fatttttttt stains from where he dropped his drinks and a couple burns. he usually doesn't care to put a fitted sheet on half the time, but when he does, it's a fucking fnaf sheet. he gets super cold at night so he has like three comforters PLUS a super soft fuzzy blanket that he burritos around himself (it's a tortilla blanket) (one of the comforters is from the same fnaf as the sheet) (one of them is a hello kitty comforter) (the other one is fucking mario kart) (HE'S A LOSER)

halloween for sure!!!!! when he was younger, he'd always spend so much time coming up with his costumes. like he put in his ALL. he made his parents take him to spirit and force them to buy all the decorations he wanted them to. his favorite toy as a kid was one of those zombie babies that had a fake limb in its mouth 😭😭 the candy wasn't even his favorite part (but every halloween, he spoils himself and spends over $50 on halloween candy bc it's what he deserves)

he usually wears cargo shorts so he has extra pocket room. in his left pocket, he's got a penjamin, like $20, a mcdonalds coupon, and a red skittles flavored chapstick. in his right pocket, he's got a pack of ciggies, a hot pink lighter that says "FAGLORD" on it (he found it laying next to a dumpster on his break and snagged the fuck out of it), a dryer sheet he forgot to remove, and a pair of skullcandy earbuds. in his other pockets, he's got some other random shit. some monster tabs, a pack of smarties, several broken rubber bands, the carcass of a dead beetle, and Something Sticky

So my problem with most ‘get to know your character’ questioneers is that they’re full of questions that just aren’t that important (what color eyes do they have) too hard to answer right away (what is their greatest fear) or are just impossible to answer (what is their favorite movie.)  Like no one has one single favorite movie. And even if they do the answer changes.

If I’m doing this exercise, I want 7-10 questions to get the character feeling real in my head. So I thought I’d share the ones that get me (and my students) good results: 

What is the character’s go-to drink order? (this one gets into how do they like to be publicly perceived, because there is always some level of theatricality to ordering drinks at a bar/resturant)

What is their grooming routine? (how do they treat themselves in private)

What was their most expensive purchase/where does their disposable income go? (Gets you thinking about socio-economic class, values, and how they spend their leisure time)

Do they have any scars or tattoos? (good way to get into literal backstory) 

What was the last time they cried, and under what circumstances? (Good way to get some *emotional* backstory in.) 

Are they an oldest, middle, youngest or only child? (This one might be a me thing, because I LOVE writing/reading about family dynamics, but knowing what kinds of things were ‘normal’ for them growing up is important.)

Describe the shoes they’re wearing. (This is a big catch all, gets into money, taste, practicality, level of wear, level of repair, literally what kind of shoes they require to live their life.)

Describe the place where they sleep. (ie what does their safe space look like. How much (or how little) care / decoration / personal touch goes into it.)

What is their favorite holiday? (How do they relate to their culture/outside world. Also fun is least favorite holiday.) 

What objects do they always carry around with them? (What do they need for their normal, day-to-day routine? What does ‘normal’ even look like for them.) 

[cottoncandyswisherz]

everybodys type

um, this is based on the song im the shit by sexyy red. this song will always hold a special place in my heart, as it should all of you. luv yall! stay safe!

bf!matt x black!reader

warnings: HATERZZZ, swearing, suggestive content

when i say her bsf name is maddie i dont mean the icon ms. filipowicz, i mean my besties name is madison and we call her maddie so madi haters, grow up, touch grass and eat my ass<3

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toes white, pussy tight, im all these niggas type. brown skin, tatted up, bad bitch dont give no fuck.

the club was booming. everyone was having a good time dancing and rapping along to the music that vibrated the walls.

y/n sat in her section, with her boyfriends tatted arm slung around her shoulder. this was how she loved to be. in social situations but in her own world with the people she loves.

the people being, her man (matt), her bestfriend (maddie), and her mans brothers (nick and chris).

everyone was vibing. maddie had found a girl to dance with, chris was somewhere with his girl of the night, nick sat comfortably on the side of the couch opposite y/n and matt.

moral of the story is, everyone was at peace.

that until a girl with a lifting lace approached the section with a stank expression.

"can i help you?" y/n asked, a quizzical look on her face.

what is shawty doing over here? was the thought going through her mind.

"um, i was just wondering if i could get a picture with, um, with matt."

oh no it's a fucking groupie... at that moment she just pulled out her phone and made herself busy because what matt did after that had nothing to do wit her.

"um, im kind of chilling with my girlfriend right now." matt said, pulling y/n closer into him.

"girlfriend? her?" the groupie pointed at y/n in shock, an almost disgusted look on her face. "she doesn't really seem like your type..."

who the fuck... now was the time for the girlfriend in question speak up.

"i mean i think im everybodys type." y/n looked the girl dead in her eyes with a smile. "but i cant be too sure. whatchu think baby?" she looked at her boyfriend and stood up, pulling her blue shades off her face to rest on her forehead.

matt couldn't really see her in that moment because she was wearing a black shirt but he had her body memorized.

despite her short stature, y/n had long legs that were elongated by her platforms. her tits sat perfectly with no bra, but the bra and tied black & blue tee she had on did wonders, flaunting the solar system tattoo she had on her abdomen. with all of that being said, his favorite part of her body was her face. her small nose, full lips, defined cheekbones. she was perfection personified.

he didn't even have to answer the question as a crooked smile graced his lips. he motion for his woman to come to him. patting his lap he said "come here."

and she did. she sat with her back to his chest and turned her head to place a sloppy kiss on his lips. then she grabbed his chin and turned her head to super groupie with a smirk.

"i eat hoes like you for breakfast." she said and waved the girl off.

she heard the girl scoff and stomp off, but she ignored it and turned back around to her man, who was now gripping her waist from behind her.

"you alright?" he asked, rubbing circles on her bare waist.

"im perfect." she hummed and gave a quick kiss. "are you alright?"

"not even gonna lie, im kinda hard right now." she smiled and pulled him in for another kiss, this time deep, and with intent.

she turned all the way, straddling matt and continued the kiss, moving from his soft lips (shop space camp) to his neck, peppering kisses and licks from his jaw to his ear, before pulling away and looking him in his eyes.

"yall are fucking gross." nick, who they'd forgot was there, groaned.

the couple laughed and y/n dug her face into the crevice of matts shoulder and neck, before raising back up and tellin him what she wanted.

"take me home matt." she whispered

taglist: @mattslolita @hoesformatt @dazednmatthews

niyah speaks💗

first fic!!! be brutally honest pls. if its corny tell me and ill end my career now.

remember that if no one loves you, mommy loves you (and my mommy i mean me)

[casspurrjoybell-27]

Claimed by the Beast - Chapter 28

*Warning Adult Content*

Match Met - Part 1

Knox's thoughts are a whirlwind as he stalks toward Finn's bedroom.

It's a mixed concern for Everett and the future that they have together, irritation at Hayes for stepping out of bounds and a heavy sense of duty to protect the club at all costs.

He doesn't get far in wondering what life might be like had he never got patched in with The Fallen Angels.

After losing his parents, specifically his mother, he also lost his drive to become the man his mother had wanted him to be.

Someone educated and with a degree or two under his belt, not an unhinged beast who would eventually become numb from killing people.

God, how disappointed she must feel while looking down on him from Heaven.

Knox's self-deprecating thoughts quiet down after he reaches Finn's bedroom.

The smell of stale beer and weed smoke pulls him back into the moment and grounds him as he bangs on the door, the sound booming like thunderclaps in the night.

Finn's muffled acknowledgment seeps through, prompting Knox to lean against the wall with a bored look on his face.

The door swings open a minute later.

"Hey, brother. You need something from me?" Finn asks, a towel slung low around his waist.

His hair is still damp and tousled, water droplets glistening on his tatted chest.

He's a scrawny man but his bark is equally worse than his bite, courtesy of Knox's training.

"Yeah, I need to know who the fuck takes showers this late," Knox says, jokingly.

"Obviously me, asshole. I was just on FaceTime with my girl and things got a little heated..." Finn smirks, wiggling his brows. "But I'm guessing you ain't here for story time."

"Definitely not," Knox says. "I need you to join me on a run to Hayes' place. Shouldn't take us too long. Get dressed, grab a to-go bag and meet me out front in fifteen."

"Understood," Finn nods, knowing better than to ask questions.

When a brother needs help, you don't waste time asking him why. You shut the hell up, grab a weapon and follow.

Outside, the night air has a small bite to it, sending leaves skittering across the ground as an uneasy wind stirs the branches of the trees.

The gravel crunches under Knox's boots as he marches over to his truck, his mind somewhat clearer than before.

Tonight's job will require stealth and patience, which is why he isn't wearing his cut and is taking his truck instead of his motorcycle.

Anything to not draw attention to himself and Finn while driving to Hayes' house.

Sometimes, very rarely, Knox can imagine living in a world where he isn't bound to his club.

A world where he can devote himself entirely to Everett.

Then he has days like today.

Days where he doesn't let his desires overshadow reality because he knows his dreams will never be more than that, silly little dreams.

With a bitter sigh, Knox opens his eyes and pushes the fantasy aside, the sweetness morphing into the familiar burning resentment that he harbors for Hayes fucking Mitchell.

The cocky bastard forgot his place today.

He disrespected and taunted Knox, nearly making him blackout in front of Everett.

Fuck that shit.

The prick will pay for his offenses with his life.

Knox will make damn sure of it.

"Sorry for the holdup. Got stopped and threatened by your guy on the way down," Finn laughs while climbing into the passenger seat.

He shuts the door before tossing a large black duffle bag into the backseat.

"Smart little pain in my ass figured out we're leaving together. He told me he'd make my death slow and painful if I let anything happen to you."

Knox can't help but smile at that while backing out and driving through the gates.

"You make sure there's a tarp in the bag? Gloves, too? It's going to get messy tonight."

"Jesus, man..." Finn's groan is exaggerated, a blend of annoyance and humor. "You know this isn't my first time doing something like this, right? Of course I checked the damn bag."

"And you didn't tell Everett shit about what we're doing, right?"

"So you can turn around and do to me whatever it is that you're about to do to Hayes?" Finn scoffs, playfully rolling his eyes. "I may be a dumb fuck on occasion but I actually value my life believe it or not. I didn't tell him shit."

Knox chuckles.

"Good. The last thing I need is for him to find out Hayes is dead, then he starts blaming himself for shit that he shouldn't. I don't have the time to play Dr. Phil with him."

"But you would if you needed to, given that you claimed him and all..."

"Don't start."

"What? He's growing on me. At the very least, I'm happy that he makes you happy. I just hope you two will be able to figure your shit out when this war with The Jackals comes to an end."

Knox doesn't respond but he secretly hopes the same.

Finn casually props his feet up on the dashboard after switching on the radio, one arm hanging out the window.

Knox shakes his head at his brother's audacity but he chooses to let the transgression pass.

The night is tense enough, so there's no need to add extra bullshit on top of it and cause unnecessary friction between the two of them.

He knows when not to be a buzzkill.

The same can't be said for Finn when, about twenty minutes into the drive, he asks Knox the most ridiculous fucking question ever.

"So, have you fallen in love with Everett yet or are you still pretending like he doesn't have you wrapped around all ten of his fingers?" Finn asks.

Knox doesn't even have to look over at him to know he's wearing a shit-eating grin.

"Because it's real cute how you two..."

"You think I won't kick your ass out of this moving truck?" Knox's grip tightens on the steering wheel.

The fuck does love even look like these days?

People toss the word around like they do a casual greeting.

"Better get to your point quickly before you piss me off more than I already am."

Finn's reply is quiet, barely audible over the music.

"My girl is pregnant."

"You said what...?"

"She's pregnant, man. I'm going to be a father."

"Shit... That's... Uh, congratulations?" Knox says, surprised.

He relaxes in his seat now that Finn is back to being the center of attention.

"So what the hell happens now? She keeping it?"

"Yeah. We talked about all that stuff and I told her I want whatever she wants. I think... I think I'm in love with her, man. On some soulmates type shit. But now that we have a baby on the way, she's been bringing up the What Ifs because I belong to the club. Says she doesn't want the baby involved with any of us and that includes me if I remain a member after its born."

"Damn. She gave you an ultimatum already?"

"Yeah. Now I don't know what the fuck to do. The club is my life. I owe everything to you and The Fallen Angels. I'd be dead without all this shit but she... she just doesn't fucking get it."

"That's tough," Knox says. "But you shouldn't let it shake you up too much. Just gotta take it one day at a time and eventually, she'll come around. Besides, none of the brothers will look down on you if you decide to leave the club to be there for your kid. You know that, right?"

Finn nods, his voice soft and vulnerability clear.

"Yeah, I know."

Despite Finn's missteps concerning Everett, Knox has always done his best to be the shoulder for Finn to lean on.

They're brothers bound by something deeper than blood and at the end of the day, Knox wants nothing more than to see his brothers thriving and finding their own versions of happiness amid their chaotic lives.

He'll do whatever he can to help them get there and they'd do the exact same thing for him in return.

"You should bring her around the clubhouse sometime," Knox continues. "Let her see how we ain't a bunch of classless drunk bastards who eat, fuck and sleep all day every day. Hell, if someone like Everett can be turned, so can your ol' lady... or is she just your girlfriend?"

"She doesn't know it yet because she isn't hip to all this biker shit but she's definitely my ol' lady," Finn says, then smiles. "Funny how you met your match in a mouthy little twink like Everett. Never thought I'd see the day when you settled down with someone."

Knox rolls his eyes, amused.

"Yeah, well, the next time he runs off while under your watch, I'm going to make sure your kid grows up calling someone else daddy."

There's a real threat in Knox's words but Finn just laughs him off like he always does.

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DECEMBER DRABBLES — 5. Carmy Berzatto x black! Reader 🌨️

Synopsis; We love a girlfriend who can’t cook but tries to do something sweet for her chef boyfriend.

A/N: this is for my sisters that can’t cook for shit but try their hardest. I feel for y’all…let me shut up like I’m really out here actually cooking full meals lmao! but will that stop me from acting like I’m on a chopped segment? No. + I just started rewatching this series and realized I missed out on a lot the first round lol.

PROMPT: #22. “I wanted to make you a holiday dinner, but I forgot I can’t cook.”

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Fresh flakes fell from Carmen Berzatto’s straggly hair as he lightly shook it, entering his apartment at the late hour.

He sniffed mainly to stop his nose running from the frigid air, as he tossed his black wool coat onto a coat hook and that’s when he smelled something faint but not so pleasant.

Using the wall for leverage, he kicked off his work shoes and went by the front door, heading straight to the kitchen. He expected to see leftover pans still in his sink from a spinach frittata he took the time to make for breakfast two days ago but…found it clean. The blue eyed man scratched at his brow, trying to rack his brain on when he got around to doing that, until his eyes focused on something wrapped sitting on the stove.

Carmen gripped the aluminum, pulling at its edges to see what appeared to be a sweet potato pie. The only thing that looked wrong was it’s evident shape, the crust also was too thick, uneven and not flaky. He couldn’t speak for the taste and desserts wasn’t his specialty but Carmen Berzatto was positive that he did not make this monstrosity.

Who the fuck’s been in his apartment?

As soon at that thought whipped through his mind, he shifted his body to his cramped living space. Something green slid across the counter towards him and into the sink, revealing to be wrapped in a red bow at its stems with one single bell attached.

Frowning, Carmy plucked up the plant to bring up to his eyesight and took in its earthy scent of the mistletoe. That’s when his eyes moved back to his living room to see her standing in his line of vision, stretching with her arms raised up above her head, followed by a small yawn that escaped her heart-shaped lips.

Her braided ponytail swayed as she got her stretch out and smiled as they settled on Carmy. Carmy was still at a lost of words at the woman who stepped forward to place her hands on the opposite counter. The elegance in her steps and the fitted white attire that brought out her melanin made Carmy lick his bottom lip.

How could he forget her?

His girlfriend.

Carmy’s got used to coming home to a empty apartment and couldn’t find enjoyment in that. He didn’t share this space with anyone and was barely inside of it himself. It was just a place that held things he gained over his years of life but no longer felt a connection to?

“What do you have there, Mr. Berzatto?” A playful glint was written in her dark eyes as she leaned against the counter.

Not leaving much to the imagination but Carmy certainly wasn’t complaining.

“Uh, mistletoe?”

“I think I’m owed a kiss then.”

Carmy’s face lifted with small smile lines in his cheeks as he made his way over to the woman who turned to him, ready. Her bare arms locked across his shoulders, intertwining behind his head as he peered into her eyes and breathed in her warm scent of: fresh roasted marshmallows, violets, and plums.

A kiss followed next, with Carmy’s cold tatted fingers resting dangerously low on her spine.

“Welcome home,” She breathed once they broke apart, making Carmy’s heart began to drum.

He’s not sure he’s ever felt like this before, not towards anyone. Especially when he didn’t have many long-lasting girlfriends in his life. It was never a priority or interest for him, especially once he went away to school. Sure he had a few one-night stands in culinary school and ghosted a few others that showed interest in him before but they never equated to this feeling right here.

Fuzzy yet comfortable tossed into a box with a pretty red ribbon on top. Is this what home looks like? Carmy found himself caressing the fullness of her round face to make sure that she was real and that he wasn’t dreaming again. It took him mere seconds to realize that it wasn’t, since the dreams he had were never this serene.

“It’s good to have you here,” Carmy said bringing her into his chest, not caring if she heard how loud his heart was beating with her in his arms, “were you waiting up all this time for me?”

He felt her hand caress his back, squeezing herself as close as possible to his frame, “mmm I don’t know how long really. I went out with the girls and ran into three of my co-workers at the club. They also took a trip up here? Surprisingly it didn’t mess the vibe up too much but I actually got tired of the club scene really quick and knew I rather spend my time here.”

Carmy believed that.

He knew the stories of how she spent her early twenties modeling internationally to get through college. She often told Carmy that the American clubs had nothing on the ones overseas and Carmy took her word for it. He didn’t have much free-time when it came to the culinary arts and even when he did, he stuck to bars. That was more his speed than anything.

“Did you sleep here?” Carmy further quizzed, his round eyes met the famous chocolate Sherpa blanket tossed to the side on his couch and the boots leaned over on the floor, “Ah shit, you should have called me, I would have been here a lot sooner.”

He couldn’t predict that but it was nice that he said it. From the outside point of view, the relationship didn’t make much sense to those that knew about Carmy’s relationship. He was the owner of a growing business, so time was always limited and she was still a part-time model and teacher’s aide…in Philadelphia.

It’s only been a couple of months since Carmy got into this relationship and long-distance was certainly a thing but it worked for them; that’s all that really mattered.

“It’s fine, Carm-Parm,” she leaned back to look into his blues, “I wanted to make you a holiday dinner, but I forgot I can’t cook.”

Carmy dipped his head, “so that’s what that was back there on the stove?”

“Oh no, that’s the final result.” She informed the man, “it was much worse before that. I even sent texts to Sugar for input and got no response but I know she read it. Then after getting my dad involved, he immediately called me to tell me that I am a embarrassment to our Sudanese culture.”

Carmy winced at that as she twisted her lips around before sighing as he replied, “that’s fucked up, you think he meant it?”

“Well of course! The first time he put me in the kitchen with my aunties, we were making Ful Medames—it’s almost like a bean dip. My job was to take care of the most important part, the beans! After they’ve been soaked over night you’re supposed to mash them…I got glass all in the beans and burned the boiled eggs.” She informed Carmy who awkwardly used one hand to scratch at the back of his head.

There were plenty of times that she offered to grab Carmy something, even if she was off in another state and now he understood why. However he was sure there had to be something out there that his girlfriend could make.

“Let’s try that pie then,” Carmy decided, watching as the dark skinned woman perked up at that.

It was after midnight and a midnight snack never hurt nobody—

Says the man with the messed up stomach.

She led him back into the kitchen, leaving him to do the honors as she pulled out the bowl of most-likely spiked eggnog to set on the counter closest to the stove. Carmy grabbed a paper plate, a knife, and began slicing himself a piece of pie to place into the microwave.

Gracefully she moved around Carmen in the kitchen for glasses, then she scooped the egg nog into two cups while they waited for the sweet potato pie.

“Cheers!” She bounced on her toes, tapping the goblet glass against her boyfriend’s before taking a large gulp.

The part about being a cook is that you have to make good judgment calls and be open to trying new things.

So Carmy sipped just in time the microwave signaled that the pie was ready, “I can see that your mission with this nog is to get completely fucked up.”

She laughed and sent a wink the man’s way who blew air from his mouth as the rum shook his insides. Placing the glass to the side, Carmy yanked the microwave open and peered at the pie. The color was always beautiful to look at as he placed the plate onto the counter and thanked the woman beside him who held out a fork.

Leaning against the counter, Carmy inhaled the dessert and pressed his fork down into it. The crust immediately crumbled like sand underneath the pressure but he kept going until he got enough onto the fork.

Here goes nothing.

He took his time savoring the multiple flavors he was picking up on this pie. Personally he didn’t care for pies much but again, he was open. The pie was so sweet yet he could taste a small hint of tartness, possibly orange juice? He wasn’t sure if that was a common thing for these pies or not but it wasn’t horrible flavor wise, just a tad too sweet for his liking.

“Be real with me, Chef.”

“Presentation could be better,” Carmy started in which the woman nodded her head in agreement, “but it’s not bad. Just a little too sweet…what kind of sugar did you use?”

“Dark brown sugar and granulated sugar to have some balance in there.”

“Okay, I see where you were going with that,” Carmy wiped at his lips holding his hands up for a high-five, their hands interlocking, “next time you might want to use less measurements.”

“Measurements?” She titled her head to the side, “a real chef doesn’t use measurements, they eye it.”

Sure if the dish turns out to be a winner and you remember the measurements exactly without it being on paper, have at it.

She took Carmen’s silence as a response, making her pout slightly before she rolled that off her shoulders. Carmy laughed, holding his arms out to pull the woman back into his embrace, his lips pressing a kiss to her forehead.

“I liked the eggnog.” Carmy whispered, making her scoff.

Her hands went to rub at his back again, before lifting her head to place a open-mouthed kiss to his neck. Carmy almost crumbled just like her pie crust back there, feeling his arms tighten around her in that moment.

“Have you eaten, Carmy?”

That was usually his question for her…but he found himself thinking about it.

“Yeah…much earlier with the crew.”

She hummed as she stepped back, her hand holding onto Carmy’s much cooler one.

“Did I forget to mention that you look…stunning in that outfit tonight?” Carmy said, analyzing the corset, pearl studded mini skirt, and her long legs.

She made him spin her underneath his arm just to rest with her back against his front.

He needed to be closer. Much closer.

“Why, Thank you, chef.” Her voice was sultry as she spoke, “why don’t you see if you can enjoy the holiday dinner underneath it instead?”

That was all the invitation Carmen needed. He was quick unraveling his arm from around her frame just to spin her back around to face him. He preferred being face to face with his girl and she knew that, letting out a squeal as his hands went to her ass, lifting her up and against his hips.

Her hands gripped his jaw as he looked up at her, his eyes darkening like snowfall hitting the night pavement, awaiting her sweet mouth again but knew she would be teasing after his food review. However that didn’t stop him from leading the way back to his bedroom, thrilled to get those stockings off and be reminded why she might be his new favorite holiday.

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