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Rest in peace Sid Vicious

February 2nd 1979

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When your crush is so gorgeous and so PERFECT you're envious , and you wanna throw up everytime you see him and you start hating him but youre so in love you wanna kys because you'll never be with him or like him

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Pls dont ky, i LIVE for your posts😭

Aww, thank u sm 💖 this means a lot to me

I wont , xoxo 💖

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Omg i saw your post, are you okay?? Please dont kill yourself i love your blog. And i want you to know that theres someone who really cares about you. DONT FORGET YOURE AWESOME xx

Oh thank you sm 🩷 im better now

I won't , dont forget youre awesome too 🩷 xoxo

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Please don’t die

Thank you for caring , i wont 🩷

Hope youre okay 🩷

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Im gonna kms tonight , i wanted to do it since i was 6 , and i've tried since i was 11 , im only here because my "family" "loves" me , but now that they dont care i dont care either

Goodbye

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PLEASE KILL ME

Im ugly , stupid , pervert , poor, everyone hates me , and nobody will care about this post

Everyone has something to say about what i post , my friends never reply , nobody cares about me

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Something i find so unfair is that once you get out of an abusive situation you have the time to finally live in peace , but you cant because your mind is so fucked up after all that time you were not living , just surviving

So now that youre safe and you "can" live in peace you cant

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Youre so cool i wanna be like you, also im so sorry of whatever youve been trough i know youll get over it

Thank you sm 🩷 i bet youre so cool too

Thanks for your support and im recovering , everyday one step closer 🩷 xoxo

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Cooper's FAT

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My vinyl/cd collection

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Thank you for the tag 🩷 @motherismotheringggg

Last song-beat my guest by adam and the ants

Favorite color-red

Last book-mysterious skin by scott haim

Last tv show-grotesquerie

Last movie-poughkeepsie tapes

Sweet/spicy/savory-spicy

Last thing i googled-ancient torture methods

Current obsessions-nicholas alexander chavez,cooper koch,menendez case,horror movies,lee byung hun,steve buscemi,fugglers

Looking forward to-my 2025 glow up

tagged by the lovely @an-ivy-covered-summer 🩷!!

last song: espresso by sabrina carpenter

favorite color: lilac/black

last book: the bungalow mystery from the nancy drew series

last movie: sonic 3 (i think?), or a twisters rewatch

last tv show: alexa & katie season 4

sweet/spicy/savory: sweet all the way

last thing i googled: 2000s ken doll

current obsession: smosh games videos. cannot get enough!!

looking forward to: my birthday party next week!!

no pressure tags: @mt07131 @inside--her--fantasy @ithk @wineonmytshirt

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I love your blog, dont pay attention to the negative comments, youre perfect the way you are xx

Thank you sm , i love you whoever you are xx

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I know , but i cant stop , everyone in my family knows i've been watching porn since i was 11 and they dont care

I remember the first time I saw an explicit s*x scene in a movie. I remember my heart racing and the shaking and seeking more things of that kind. It took so much of my energy and made me self-conscious.

You don't have any willpower when you're young, so you're bound to get somewhat addicted and it can turn into the only way to soothe yourself when you're stressed as a tween/teen.

I didn't get into a lot of p*rn but the way those things are designed, you can be looking a scene from a movie then it will suggest disgusting things, even with min*ors. So I stopped going to those sites and also what helped was seeing documentaries about p*rn addiction and retired p*rn actresses and hearing the appalling conditions they were in. It's all fake, and they are drugged out of their minds.

You don't have to reply to my message. It's just not discussed much among girls. So take care of yourself.you just reminded me of myself.

Thank you sm for caring , im trying to stop , so proud that you could stop

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I don't think watching g*y p*rn is good for your mental health. P*rn in general, is not good for productivity and mental health and forming a healthy perspective to your own se×uality.

I know , but i cant stop , everyone in my family knows i've been watching porn since i was 11 and they dont care

And i've a fucked up perspective on my sexuality already

But thank you for caring a little bit about me , whoever you are

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at your mercy

summary: based on a request @ilovecheetahchrome

type: sub nicholas chavez x fem dom reader

tags/warnings: 18+, handcuffs, whipping, breath play, BDSM, pain/pleasure tears

author’s note: very different from my usual dynamics of the reader and whoever i’m writing about but so interesting and fun to write!!!

word count: 1210

taglist: @blackynsupremacy , @hoffmansgirl , @emluvsuxo , @ilovecheetahchrome , @nicholaslut

The soft glow of the bedside lamp illuminated the room, casting a red hue on Nicholas’s bare barreled chest as he sat at the edge of the bed, his thighs sinking slightly into the plush duvet. His wrists were secured behind him with silver handcuffs, the cool metal biting into his skin just enough to remind him of his place. A faint sheen of sweat clung to his skin, his chestnut-colored hair slightly tousled, and his breathing was slow but shallow, his chest rising and falling with each inhale. His wide eyes flicked up to meet yours, equal parts reverent and eager.

You stood in front of him, tall and commanding, the soft leather of your black corset catching the light with every subtle movement. A matching leather skirt hugged your hips, the slit teasing glimpses of your legs as you shifted your weight. Your heels clicked softly against the hardwood floor as you took a step closer, the sound reverberating in the otherwise silent room. In your hand, you held a black leather crop, tapping it rhythmically against your palm. Each light smack of the leather against your hand drew Nicholas’s attention, his gaze locked onto you as if you were the only thing in the world.

“You’re being such a good boy for me,” you said, your voice soft yet commanding. “But I know you want more, right?” You question was rhetorical, you already knew Nicholas craved this from you.

“Yes, ma’am,” Nicholas whispered, his voice trembling with a mix of eagerness and reverence.

“I know baby.” You stepped closer, tilting his chin up with the end of the crop. His eyes fluttered closed for a moment, savoring even that small touch.

He nodded obediently, his breath hitching as you traced the crop along the line of his jaw, down his neck, and across his collarbone. “You trust me, right?”

“Completely.” His response was immediate, unwavering. His voice cracked slightly, betraying the nerves just beneath the surface.

“Good.” Without warning, you brought the crop down across his thigh, the sharp crack of leather against his skin making him flinch and suck in a breath. A red stripe appeared where the crop had landed, and his eyes welled up with tears that he fought to hold back.

“Breathe, baby,” you said, your tone a whisper as you lowered to his eye level, your authority still firmly in place. “Don’t hold back.”

Nicholas exhaled shakily, nodding again. “Yes, ma’am.” His voice was barely a whisper, thick with emotion.

You circled him, getting on the bed and kneeling behind him. The crop trailing along his back, shoulders, and arms. The anticipation was almost too much for him, his muscles tensing under your touch. When you struck him again, this time across his shoulder blade, he let out a soft whimper, his head dropping forward.

“That’s it,” you murmured, grabbing a handful of his hair to lift his head back up. “Look at you, all teary-eyed already. Do you need a moment?”

“No ma’am. Please… don’t stop,” he pleaded, his voice thick with desperation. A single tear slipped down his cheek, and you felt a rush of satisfaction at the sight. He was pleading past his pain for you, exactly the way you wanted.

You stood back in front of him and reached out to cupped his jaw, your fingers pressing just enough to make him tilt his head back. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, and his breathing quickened as your thumb brushed over his lips.

“You’re such a pretty boy,” you said, your voice dripping with admiration. “So weak and needy.”

“Anything for you,” he rasped, his voice trembling.

You moved your hand to his throat, wrapping your fingers around it firmly but not yet squeezing. His eyes widened, a flicker of both fear and exhilaration dancing in his gaze. “Anything?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he whispered, his voice barely audible.

Slowly, you applied pressure, just enough to make his breathing more labored but not enough to hurt him. His lips parted as he gasped for air, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine. His submission was absolute, and you reveled in it.

“You’re my good boy,” you praised, loosening your grip slightly before tightening it again. His cheeks flushed, and a soft moan escaped his lips, the sound raw and unfiltered. Tears streamed down his face now, a mix of pain, pleasure, and the overwhelming emotions coursing through him.

You released his throat abruptly, and he sucked in a deep breath, his chest heaving. He looked up at you with glassy eyes, his lips trembling as he tried to steady himself.

“I own you,” you said, brushing a tear from his cheek with your thumb. “Completely mine.”

“Completely yours,” he echoed, his voice barely above a whisper.

Setting the crop aside, you reached for his bound wrists, undoing the cuffs but not allowing him to move. His arms fell limply to his sides, and you guided him to lie back on the bed. He obeyed without question, his trust in you unwavering.

You pulled off his boxers, and his needy, throbbing cock sprang out. You straddled him, reverse cowgirl style. Nicholas shuddered as your perfect ass lowered onto him, his hips jerking slightly as you teased him by rubbing yourself against him, your slickness coating him but denying him the relief of being inside you.

“Don’t move,” you commanded, your voice low and firm.

“Yes, ma’am,” he choked out, his knuckles gripping the sheets to keep from reaching for you.

Slowly, deliberately, you lowered yourself onto him, his length stretching you as you took him inch by inch. Nicholas let out a guttural moan, his head pressing back into the pillow as his entire body trembled beneath you.

“Don’t you dare touch me,” you reminded him, grinding your hips slowly, the deliberate pace driving him to the edge of his control. “And don’t even think about cumming until I tell you to.”

“I won’t,” he gasped, his voice strained. “I promise.”

You smirked, picking up your pace just slightly, your movements purposeful as you chased your own pleasure. Nicholas’s moans grew louder, tears slipping down his cheeks as the overwhelming sensation of being used and denied consumed him. His hands fisted the sheets, his entire body taut as he held himself back, obeying your every command.

When your climax finally washed over you, you let out a soft moan, your body trembling as you rode out the waves of pleasure. Once you were satisfied, you lifted yourself off him, leaving him painfully hard and desperate beneath you.

Nicholas whimpered, his chest heaving as he fought to regain control of his breathing. You grabbed the blanket from the edge of the bed, covering his trembling form before laying down next to him and pressing soft kisses to his jaw.

“You’re so well-behaved baby,” you said, your voice soft and soothing.

“Thank you for being so good to me,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. His eyes fluttered closed as he relaxed beneath the blanket, a contented smile on his lips. And as you watched him drift off, you felt a deep sense of satisfaction, knowing he was completely and utterly yours.

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Me because no matter how hard i try to be kind , sweet and pretty , i'll always be the joke , though , weird , ugly , ankward , mean girl