#Girl Molestation in bus News

[rightnewshindi]

शिमला में 63 वर्षीय सेवानिवृत कर्मी ने बस में लड़की के साथ की छेड़छाड़, आरोपी गिरफ्तार

Shimla News: राजधानी शिमला में एक युवती के साथ छेड़छाड़ का मामला सामने आया है। आरोपी ने चलती बस में युवती से छेड़छाड़ की। पुलिस ने त्वरित कार्रवाई करते हुए आरोपित को हिरासत में ले लिया है। आरोपित 63 साल का सेवानिवृत्त कर्मी है। यह घटना शनिवार की शाम करीब 7:15 बजे घटित हुई, जब एक युवती बस में सफर कर रही थी। शिकायतकर्ता युवती हमीरपुर जिला की मूल निवासी है और वर्तमान में शिमला में रह रही है। युवती ने…

[asylumdweller]

summing up my dol charas, starting with my npc, Vincent the Office Worker

(NONCON WARNING,, this guy is kind of intentionally supposed to be very uncomfortable so ig. read with caution?)

• well.

• that is his name

• but before he had one @pip-n-chips suggested i call him mo lester so me and my server have collectively been doing it out of habit ever since then

• late 20s

• the idea came to me in a dream

• hes a bus molester. he takes advantage of doltown's authoritative Lack of Giving a Shit to molest and occasionally rape people on his bus to and from work.

• complete stuttery doormat of a guy with a lot of people aside from his victims

• horribly pathetic. not at all bad looking but probably a kylar situation where he doesnt usually get a taste of his own treatment bc of his Rancid Vibes. like they glare at him and he almost starts sobbing and suddenly the rapist is the one whos uncomfortable

• corporate slave but actually pretty okay with it

• comes off as gloomy but despite how anxiety ridden he is he's actually pretty content with his life. finds comfort in routines

• pretty boring outside of the whole molester thing ngl. like he takes care of houseplants and dabbles in cooking and the most exciting thing he does when he leaves his house is going to the new cafe down the street

• delusional. predisposed to forming a sort of parasocial attachment to whoever his favorite victim is

• this could escalate into. research. for going out of his way to seek them out and if hes enabled enough or things escalate to where he gets worse, eventually abducting them to his apartment to live out his lil domestic fantasies

• his type is mostly people who are shy, submissive or innocent to some degree, but not necessarily. really just anyone he can find cute in some way

• has the biggest, grossest praise kink. like straight up cooing in their ear that theyre such a good boy/girl while he violates them. get to Apartment Abduction Status and hes coddling and spoiling them

• i want him dead

couldnt find a picrew that captured his energy and i cant get him to look right when i draw him so heres this lovely very silly drawing that pippy has made of him and his fem counterpart lol

here is aNOTHER lovely drawing of him by @ashersanity

[inkyquince]

Commission: Remy’s Journal 

Content warning. Non to Dubcon, Cow TF, male reader, Remy is a cockslut and a liar even in his own diary. Based somewhat on this QKS. This was a kofi commission for @letstalktea! Thank you so much!

There was an in-joke around the estate that had become a universal law. Remy’s Journal was the one book in the entire town that was filled with the most detailed truth known to man or beast. Every new bull, every new cow, their measurements were taken and written down. How much milk they produced. How fat their tits were, how hefty their cock was. Everything down to each freckle, mole or scar. Wren always joked that you could play Guess Who with it and would win each time, just from how detailed it all was. 

Remy found all the whispers about his beloved notebook quite… Humorous. It earned a small, upwards flick of his lips but that was it. It was indeed the truth, that his written word was nothing but the truth. 

…

Entry 147.

The newest bull is very well endowed, with genitals that show great promise to provide cream. Sadly, the reason we have no samples in the cylinders that we send out to samplers to taste and rate, was because he was simply too worried to perform in front of me, but since it’s his first week, we’re instead going to give him time to become accustomed to his new life before seeing how much we can sample with the untrained bull. 

“You’re quite a pretty thing for a bull, aren’t you?” Remy murmured, low and throaty, excitement barely hidden in his voice. 

You could only moo, your thighs shaking in the strange contraption he had trapped you in. Your human brain could faintly remember when your class went on a field trip to a farm and you lagged behind to watch a poor cow-girl be trapped in a weird insemination cage and this… Big, hung guy walked behind her and started to press into her. You were quickly yanked away, but no one was here to save your poor eyes… Or your poor body now. 

His gloved hand was…. Was molesting you. The moment he saw you, there was some weird hunger in his eyes, something you saw from old perverts on the bus and one of your teachers, even your friend, but you were trapped. Trapped and transformed with a tail and ears and… And that monstrous thing between your legs, your cock having swelled to such a huge degree that it didn’t feel real, seeing it brushing your thighs. 

Remy was just slowly stroking it, staring as precum beaded at the slit, only tearing his eyes away to close them and to press his face into your balls, deeply inhaling your musk. It felt wrong, so fucking wrong. You had only masturbated from time to time, and now there was this… This pervert, sniffing your fucking cock while his own was tented against his riding trousers. 

The cylinders Remy had brought into the private section of the barn were abandoned on the table, the chart left askew and forgotten about. 

You’re only human. You do cum eventually… Which he greedily drinks down, his throat bobbing as he stuffs your cock down his throat, moaning softly into your skin. The wet sound of your swollen erection lodged in his mouth was making you moo pitifully, to which he just petted you, breathing over your neck, the smell of cum dizzying as his lips pressed against your ear. 

“You’re going to be my fucking star.” 

Entry 166

Bull 55 is still quite shy, despite all the time spent in the barn and all the personalised help I’ve been attempting to give him. He doesn’t seem comfortable with mounting the dummy, but has begun to favour human touch to milk him. Results of the amounts may be tarnished due to the Bull’s movements while orgasming. 

“C’mon,” Remy whispered against your ear, as you mooed pitifully, his finger squishing your balls tightly, fondling them like gems. “Fuck it slow, and steady.” 

He watches you uselessly hump the translucent dummy, precum dribbling as your cock was being squeezed tightly, almost strangled by the false “pussy”. You fucked awkwardly, like a virgin, something that made Remy’s stomach flip with excitement, eyes fixated on your poor throbbing balls before flitting to the sight of your stuck erection. The fat  of your hefty cock was practically tearing at the fleshlight, the seam beginning to split, spilling over the plastic. Remy could feel drool pooling on his tongue at the sight. 

Fuck, you were magnificent. 

“You’re going to be perfect for breeding and milking soon. Look at that.” Even with his admiring tone, he began to scowl at the thought of letting you mount just any cow in his barn. 

With a sigh at the irritating thought, he opened the valve in the stomach of the dummy, letting the precum that’s pooled safely inside of it, drip out into the cylinder he finally remembered to use. He was supposed to put it safely to the side but became transfixed by the sight of the mixture of precum and thick, warm cum inside of it. 

Almost hypnotised, he dipped his gloved fingers into it, swirling it around before tucking it into his mouth, sighing with satisfaction at the taste. Before he knew it, he had drunk down most of it, dragging his tongue over the cum painting his upper lip. Entry 176

I’m beginning to have doubts about how well Bull 55 will take to breeding. Extremely shy and seems to shy away from any cows. We might just have to keep him for milking but it’s such a shame that he can’t breed like he was meant to. It’s a wasted opportunity. 

“Fuck.” Remy moaned, loud enough for some of the other cows to twitch in their sleep and moo softly. 

He crammed his own fingers into his mouth, trying to muffle his sounds as he drools uselessly. Your cock was just… So good. Such a pent up bull, now desperately trying to fuck into his barely loosened ass. Your fat balls were smacking against his ass as you mooed helplessly, eyes rolled back as your cock was finally snug and tight in such a warm body. 

Remy has been edging you for days now, and watched you desperately nose at the thighs of some of the really pretty, soft, fluffy cow-girls who mooed eagerly and gave the all clear for you to mount, before you were roughly pulled off. 

All of the “breeding” sessions Remy had booked with you, just had the poor cow-girl trapped in one of the side pens as he played with your cock endlessly, sucking at your fat balls, licking at the beading precum, rubbing the shaft against his cheek so he could breath your musk in deeply. He refused to let you cum. Let you cry out and kick your feet in frustration as he let go of your cock and watched you attempt to buck your hips, with a whine. 

It was torture. The way the cow-girl obviously wanted to be mounted by you, pushing her nose against the gate of her penn, but Remy had become possessive over you. No one was allowed to touch you, even if you needed it. No one but him. 

It was utterly worth it. 

The way you rutted and rubbed against his ass the moment he got on his hands and knees, urging for you to be a good bull, a good bull who should finally get a taste of a hole. His wonderful virgin bull, after being trained to fuck sex doll and his hand, now ready to finally find bliss in your well earned orgasm. 

His knees ached as you rutted into your master, mooing wetly into his neck as Remy’s fucked open, exactly how he needs it. Fuck, he knew he was going to do this the moment he saw you. Pliable, hung bull, ready to be trained how to fucked until he can’t breath. He’s needed this for so long, and tasting your cum and letting you fuck his throat and hand has barely been tiding him over. 

Entry 200

Bull 55 has escaped, probably into the meadow, or into the moor. The men have searched along with the dogs but they have yet to find any trace of him. This is greatly disappointing, as well as poor timing, as Harper had come in the night before to hypnotise the bull into being able to mount and breed, since my reports have shown his wariness to do so. 

You were so fucking perfect, tucked into your little tartan blanket, fat cock dripping as Remy felt your cum dribble slowly from his fucked out hole. 

Remy had fully thrown out everything in his attic,which was connected to his master bedroom. He couldn’t take the chance of Harper succeeding in his mission to make you into a breeding bull. There would be no reason to keep you away from the cows then. So instead, you were only meant for his eyes, kept snug and warm in your little room. 

He gave a lazy smile, and leaned down to start slowly jacking your cock again, rousing you again from your nap. He was yet to feel fully sated, and he needs his favourite little bull boy to fix that. 

[chemicallady]

Perfect Pitch

Prologue

A/N: This is just the introduction chapter. If you will be invested in this idea I'll write the entire FF!

Couple: Noah Sebastian x Reader (in which reader is a talented musician and the new member of Bad Omens. This is an Alternative Universe in which the guys decide to pick up someone to fill in for Vincent.)

Content Warning: this FF will include describing different delicate subjects like states of anxiety, depression, gender violence ( bad place, the industry, for a girl) and possible suicidal thought. Be careful if you feel exposed by one or more of this topics. Feel free to write me in PM about anything ♡ Since the main characters of this story are real people, I want to underline that this is the idea I have of them and not the reality since I don't know Bad Omens. I don't want to be disrespectful in any way because I have tons of respect for the guys and their job. I also don't want to dig in their private lives or whatsoever aside the things they reveal by themselves on interviews of post on social, present and past.

Summary:  reader has always wanted to be a musician her entire life. She pictures herself as first chair in a majestic orchestra, but thanks to her soft spot for metalcore, destiny is leading her somewhere special.

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The first time you have seen Noah Seabastian, you were in the pit. Vans Warped tour 2017, a fucking hot texan day. You had never heard about Bad Omens before, but they had such an incredible energy on stage. Good enough to surf crowding in front of the barricades to look closer. The bass guitar player smiked at you when he noticed that your shirt was lifted by the continued movement of hands all over your body. In the moment the security put your ass back to the ground you had found a pair of deep brown eyes on you. The singer was asking the crowd to sing along the main course but you had no idea about the lyrics so you simply smirked, lifting all way your tshit and unreveal the bra.

And.... thats it.

Rock'n'roll and a couple of extra beer made you brave.

Nothing less, nothing more.

No hot stories as a groupie walking her way to a bus tour or anything else. Just a glaze, one among millions.

At the end of that hot summer you started to looking for a job after you graduated at Julliard in NYC. It was the best time of your life. You have always been a talented violinist since you were 5. The prodigy from a very small town, ready to astonish New York.

But it never happened.

Always third chair.

Moving around the country as a ball in an arcade grew you tired after 6 months. The low salaries, the necessity of having a home for more than six weeks....

Settle down. Adopt a cat.

You wanted some stability.

So you started to work as a waitress. You have no idea of how you ended again in texas, but life in here is simpler compared with NYC.

Almost a year had passed when you met Shane and Zac. Summer was running out fast when the Oh Sleepers played in the small pub you were working. A couple of words after and a decent amount of good luck brought the singer to share with you an important information.

《 if you can play the bass, I know a band is looking for someone to fill in.》

You can play bass. You can actually play five instrument and sing. This is your only talent. Music. Feeling it. Being able to figure the notes in your head just listening at them once.

The ability of discover a F# when a pillow fall from the sofa on the ground. The ritmic dissonance of a A and a G in your steps while you walk home drunk.

The perfect pitch.

At least, you could work as a music engineer.

Shane was intrigued by the way you tuned a guitar whitout flicking before their show and from your musical curricula. It is far more than it should be in the industry. But he also saw something in you. How much you have work your way though the mud and sweat to end up in a pub, verbaly molested by creepy guys on daily basis.

Such a waste of rare talent.

《 try your luck. That's is his phone number. See if he still wants a replacement or if he's fine with is guitarrist as bass player. I lost track over their decisions, but their good friends of me. The singer slays on stage》

You picked up that piece of paper with a bit of concern. For this guy privacy in a first place but also for you. You were dreaming about orchestras, beautiful dresses with long sleeves to cover your tattoos.... but you have always wanted to be a rockstar.

A queen.

And you have never wanted to be that broke.

So... Why not?

《 alright. Thanks man. Just... what's the name of this guy?》

《 noah. Noah sebastian》.

***

I chose the Oh Sleeper to introduce bad omens to the reader because I've always find this video hilarious. Feel free to give me your opinion about this prologue!

[morbidology]

Julie Surprenant was a happy ang outgoing 16-year-old girl from Terrebonne, Quebec, which is just north of Montreal. In 1999, she was living with her father, Michael, who had separated from her mother, and was working part time as a gift wrappers at a store in the Galleries Terrebonne shopping centre.

On the evening of 15 November, 1999, Julie told her father she was going to the youth community centre after school. She left with a friend at around 8:30PM that night. They caught a bus, and Julie’s friends departed close to her home, with Julie continuing the rest of the bus journey alone.  

The bus pulled up alongside Julie’s stop, which was just metres away from her home. Here, the driver observed a lone male standing at the bus stop. He asked whether he was boarding the bus, but he said that he wasn’t. From here, what happened to Julie remains a mystery even today.

Julie never arrived home that night, and her worried father reported her missing. Missing person posters provided a description of Julie along with the clothing she was last wearing: a floral skirt with a blue petticoat, navy blue socks over black tights, a blue scarf with a fish patter, a green wool jacket and a dark brown leather coat.

The community came out in droves to help search for Julie, and they searched far and wide for any trace of Julie. One week into the search, they came across a body hanging from a necktie in a forest. However, the body was identified as a local man who had been missing for several days.  

The search continued, with masses of people fanning out into the surrounding woodland, making sure to check any abandoned buildings. With each day that passed, Julie’s family became more and more concerned for her welfare; she wasn’t the type of teenager to run away, leading them to believe something nefarious had happened.

Investigators quickly zoned in on Richard Bouillon, a convicted sex predator that lived just a stone’s throw away from Julie. He was brought in for questioning and staunchly denied the accusations. With no evidence for charges to be filed, eventually the case went cold. 

In 2001, however, Bouillon claimed to a journalist that his roommate had killed Julie. He was later convicted in a different case of rape, molestation, sexual assault and drug-trafficking. Bouillon passed away on 22 June, 2006, at Laval’s Cite de la Sante Hospital while serving his six-and-a-half year sentence.

In January of 2011, there was a massive breakthrough in the case when it was reported that Bouillon had made a death-bed confession to Julie’s murder. He said that he stuffed Julie’s body into a sports bag and dumped it into the Mille-Iles River in front of a church not too far away from her home. 

The medical worker he had confessed to waiting almost five years before coming public with the information. Julie’s father, Michael, commented: “I was in shock when I heard the news this week because I wasn’t expecting it and because there’s a level of credibility to it.”

The following year, a coroner’s report found that Bouillon had most likely killed Julie, but since he was deceased, he was never able to be charged.

[zooterchet]

Injustice Society Van Meter (UMass-Amherst)

David Charlebois: Assassinations of major figures supporting Iranian-Mullahs, the Shah of Iran; the pre Civil War movement, militia leaders of the South, however defrauded by Jefferson Davis; not contacted by regiment, to call up, for hostilities against Abraham Lincoln.  All militias, deployed.

Jenna Williamson: Duplication of Sisak death camp, among African migrants, "Jews for Jesus", new Beta-Israeli movement; patronage of Ethiopians, in killing the retarded, those Germans of improper fate or faith to attend school bus, wishing special privilege instead.  Call contact, Army POW, test training, for American forces.

Allison Haimes: Training as defense counsel, for international military tribunals of enemies of United States; use of "Dragonball Z" cartoon animated feature, to place foreign defense counsels to test, as CIA, not MI-6, after having analyzed cartoon produced at own hand, while in North Korea.  On loan, from Bill Clinton, after having sexual fantasies about "female vulcans", of Star Trek fame.

Andrew Brooks: Defense attorney, federal narcotics Canada, and FBI agent, specialist in premitigation of male serial killers, at hands of female debutantes, those arranged in marriage in violation of Appomatox codes of marital bliss.  Having analyzed Robert E. Lee, Jefferson Davis is determined to be shamed by Papal Nuncio, at being offered Jesus's throne crown, as well as Bible and memoirs, to prove as failed business offer; Jesus Christ, wine debts of police industry per sportsmanship.

Calvin Williams: Cook and special police clerk liaison, UMass-Amherst confidential informant commander, Central Intelligence Agency; placement of communications program, as management of floor, for mass downsizings and firings, having floor committed ear worm advertising haze of American, NATO, or Israeli forces.  The common lessons, submitted per plot of act, to Massachusetts schools, to fire teachers in coercion with "Swift Nick" protocol, common refusal of students their own success, at having been too poor to afford a car or motorcycle.

Matthew Lennox: Hopkinton Sheriffs envoy, to Germany and Harmony Korine, through Werner Herzhog and lover "Ellen Page", Elliott Ledger; the shutdown, of abusive fathers, having struck their children upside back of head, or encouraged child to do so for another, "Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band"; lesbian identity, for daughters or gay men struck, and if refusing, thrown from abates, having used sensei training strategy "between french and koreans", actually Arabs and Asians of Chinese Triads, to refuse Tong; the abuse of Asian women via labor, the Tong, for the shutdown of independent black music, at the hands of Jewish converts.

Kevin Conroy: The claiming of own father, of Batman: The Animated Series, per art stifles and scruples, on the print of DC Comics CIA; the defrauding of the De Salvo family, those serving Army interests of reforming Jewish Holocaust survivors, and German Totenkopf thereof during World War 2, the shutdown of the "Crime Syndicate of America"; blocked by American soldiers desiring a fat, ugly, pork skin rhino wife for American soldiers, so the tradition of the death camps wouldn't spread, and Islam would spread instead.  Islam, being the German Holocaust, and for 12 centuries prior, every slaughter of police indemnified on slave conscript draft, by insurance brokers, homosexual men.

Nicholas Maynard: Renaming of patents, to suppress Kurdish identity, for betrayal of Saddam Hussein and desire of own regime in Turkey; the pressure, against those incompatible with Islam, homosexual identities as established under Muhammad for Marine Corps and molestation of little girls, from boys purchased and sold through youth adventuring clubs, for gender queer children, to operate as banker's finance; Arab mercantile clans.  The end to freedom of internet rights, under Israeli Ayatollah orders, the merger between the Jewish post-War Holocaust Nazi identity, and the Iranian Jewish pre-Phillistine identity, out of Benjamin Netanyahu, a terrorist responsible for 9/11 through French External Security; the Bin Ladens, the blood of Mahatma Ghandi.

Ryan Lewis: The print of "Thrift Shop", off of bassline played by Dave Charlebois, applied to trumpets and endorsing Barack Obama, through "economies of scale"; jazz music and failure of accounting records, to support Obama Care, the Afffordable Care Act, and the failure of farms and numbers overseas, to finally defeated the United States on behalf of Canada; Canada desiring the molestation of children, by teachers unions, the British method, an end to the United Nations sought; the exploitation of British schools, Russian labor, and Chinese pharmaceuticals, all of which used as slavery on local populace; a return to slave numbers of poor, per Canadian socialized medicine, the pointless return to space of childhood, to be fed vegetables and soy, not meat and beer.

Greg Connolly: The refusal of incense, marijuana, tobacco, charcoal, and pork, instead eating Chinese cuisine made from cats instead of pigs; the "Truth Orange" movement, enslaving common culture against the lessons of 9/11, that the world is filled with ignorant people, and for America to survive without terror attacks, America will have to be ignorant too; following public lies, and private policy contradicting, of Ronald Reagan, the slaughter and genocide of African-Americans for siding with Baptists, the Catholic Church of the greater South; having refused children per molestation by Iranian-Jews, the Rabbis, and having sought a brighter future for children, refused by gay men, those stroking beards to point out power at having removed the testicles of an African, Asian, or Mestizo child, all three the work force of America.

[tamerahardy]

Deploy to Korea

Even though I was excited about being in a new country I couldn’t forget about Aaliyah. I was so hurt and sad praying that my baby was safe and didn’t experience what I did when I was molested.

I get to Korea…we lived in an area called DRAGON VALLEY camp Casey, and mind you I’m by myself everybody else had their respected platoons and then their was me the orderly room clerk by herself, I had to move my duffle bags up this crazy steep hill all by myself but initially I ended up being placed in a building with the mortars platoon from HHC (the current company) I was in and also Alpha company (the line unit I had moved to HHC from) crazy right? But again my past haunting me again.

Now I was a little familiar with the mortars from work but not too much but by us living in the same building I grew to really like them well some of them lol. It wasn’t until we had to layouts and top saw that I didn’t have my shit together he then said you will officially fall in with the mortars platoon, they were like infantry men except they deal with mortar rounds, so either way I couldn’t escape being around that. I needed the help anyway it’s good being by yourself but when you are deployed you need to be with a platoon.

So I started falling in with the mortars and they helped me out with the combat related stuff, they had been a bit hesitant towards me because I was the only girl and you can get in trouble if you don’t know how to deal with military women..you know sexual assault, saying inappropriate things etc so they were always nervous to be themselves around me but after while they saw I didn’t give a shit and that they could be themselves.

Everything had been working out I mean it became a routine of working out, training and going out on the weekends or staying in and saving money. People were getting adjusted to new environment I had found a way to get in contact with Aaliyah through my Korea number and that was life the first month being there.

And then… I had been at the bus stop because that was our way of transportation I don’t recall where I was headed but I look over and I saw him. I saw Selwyn. A good year has passed…I hadn’t been sexually active with anyone or focused on anyone as I had been moving a lot so dating and sex were the last things on my mind, he didn’t know who I was or that I had a crush on him and admired from afar back then.

But I got butterflies and I was so shocked to see him standing there at the bus stop. I thought this was finally my chance to tell him. Finally my chance to shoot my shot after not really having a dating life at all and feeling that me and him could possibly have a lot in common.

I hit my close friend up Fatima. Now Fatima is my GIRL. We both have been through similar shit and she was there for me during the “spiraling years” I trust her word very much so I ask because I’m too scared to approach him in person…I didn’t want to make myself look like an ass or like vomit on this guy from being so damn nervous…so I tell Fatima I’m gonna DM him …smh was hesitant about it because she knew I had been through a lot and she knew he didn’t know me so receiving a DM from somebody you don’t even know can be a bit scary and she felt I should tell him but she initially knew I wouldn’t and said DM him, I was gonna do it anyway but having ur best friend support it is a PLUS!

I type the message “Hey I always see you at the bus stop” …… yep that was it that’s all I could come up with. I mean it’s the truth 😭 but I didn’t know what else to say I was TERRIFIED already. I close my eyes and press send. The DM went through I gave it a few minutes and checked but it said “sent” only a few minutes passed but shit I’m getting nervous dawg like “gulp” I felt like my world had stopped and all I could feel was butterflies and over anxiousness…thinking of every possible outcome of what his reaction would be.. I was scared and a lil embarrassed because I had put my self out there to him and there was no point of return.

Initially a day passed and it still said sent…I had felt maybe he don’t get on his instagram maybe he’s on of those guys that post anything. He only had like 3 post on there from the summer of 2022 and a small following so yea I thought maybe he didn’t see it… I had also thought he didn’t receive me well being that he didn’t know me I felt he may have been scared that I found his IG without even knowing him. Granted I had a past of making boys uncomfortable and I had been woke and very aware of others peoples feelings.

Some days pass and I saw him again while I was leaving the cafeteria waiting on the bus. I looked back and he was walking by with some guys from his platoon and he LOOKED AT ME. Girl when I tell you my heart dropped because “did he see the message” and he’s filling me out to see if he’s interested or not …I got woozy praying the bus would move faster so I could get to my room calm the fuck down.

He never responded to my message and I had blamed myself thinking I should have said more or been more specific or that I creeped him out. I initially gotten a coworker involved and that’s the last thing I wanted to do. As I stated before I hated guy groups. I’m already knowing how messy men can be and being in a platoon was no different than a friend group it’s just your coworkers. I decided to have good trust and faith in the coworker I confided in his name well last name is Lopez. He had been somebody from alpha company when I was there that I treated with kindness and we talked a bit regarding his family and son so I didn’t view him negatively and he followed me on IG, so I asked him I said hey do you know Selwyn who had been a SGT (e5 rank) by then (obviously they in the same platoon but yea play aloof with me) he says yes and I basically tell him about the message I sent and I tell Lopez to give him my number and Lopez agrees to do so. It had been a week or and I haven’t heard anything mind you this consuming me. Aside from work, Aaliyah THIS particular situation is taking the most energy from me.

I haven’t heard from Lopez and then he randomly post on ig a picture with Selwyn in it they had gotten back from the field and I assume that’s why I didn’t hear from him. I write him and I say did you give him my number and he goes “yes I gave him your number and showed him your instagram page” …my heart drops because I’m like wow thanks. I don’t hear anything from Selwyn…he honestly just started walking past me as if I wasn’t there.

I talk to Lopez about it and he says I talk him and said “Hardy says text her” and his response was “yea yea okay” with no intent to text me. Right there I should’ve saw the sign but I didn’t see it that way. I wanted answers … a feeling of anger started to take me, I had gotten mad at Lopez and said “you’re making me look lame” to him and Lopez unfollowed me. I don’t really have much to say about it because I was angry I’m not sure if I had said something mean or offensive but at the end of the day if he really fucked with me he wouldn’t have unfollowed me like that during the time of me finding out the rejection. This allowed me to believe Lopez like many other guys I came across was just toying with me and being messy.

Anywho some days pass and this demon of a situation has fully took me because I had blamed myself for it happening, I blamed myself for being to scary to approach Selwyn and speak my mind. As the days pass I became obsessed with why this was happening …why was he ignoring me? I came across somebody name Mathis. Sgt Mathis from work, we didn’t talk at all but we would see each other passing by. We actually ended up linking up and going out to Seoul one weekend and low and behold after to venting to him about Selwyn he was actually his old roommate. Mathis even said he would call him and see what’s up for me because he had saw how much it bothered me. We were at the train station waiting, it was other people there that knew Mathis so I was a bit uncomfortable because I didn’t want everyone in my business, especially because this one guy named Havens messy like Lopez ended up telling people about it. Mathis calls him and he answers and says hey my friend wanted to talk to you it was very straight forward and a bit smooth..and his response was “oh yea bro I don’t date army girls”…

See now this situation I would cry but I’m around other people who don’t know how much it had been bothering me except Mathis so I gotta keep a straight face. It made me really sad I took his words as “I don’t date black girls” and again right here I should’ve picked myself up and moved on but the sadness and pain from the rejection and him being careless in his response hurt my feelings. Mind you this is somebody I had admired from afar and I just wanted to get to know him no funny business I don’t want to hurt anyone or make some one uncomfortable and I couldn’t understand why didn’t he just tell me this?

I had thought he had rejected me because I was black but came up with an excuse so he didn’t look like an asshole. I had faced past trauma from trying to date outside my race, with the Hispanic boy I dated in my complex and when I went away to fort benning an Hispanic boy I had a crush on but it didn’t go anywhere. I had looped all of that into me being black and worthless in this racist military. I began to feel so stupid for even liking him.

Mathis tried to sway me away from it but the depression demon had already had my body and mind for the duration of my time in Korea. Yeah I bet you’re wondering for 8 months and even back in the states she’s been hung up over that?

Yes I was very depressed from it. I cried so bad in my room. I would be on the bus I had saw him at the basketball court with a white girl I cried then on my room. Feeling sick to my stomach. I had been envious of white women and Hispanic women or just women with fair skin..they know how easy they have it in this racist world and you have black women you have to fight to protect everything they have and got forbid they finally let down their walls to be vulnerable to somebody of a different race.

Selwyn never texted me or acknowledged me. In someway I still searched for truth. I became obsessed with wanting to know the WHY. After all this time of staying focus and not being a problem to anyone WHY IS THIS HAPPENING. I got more coworkers involved. More people that knew HIM and worked closely to him, they all told me the same things “he is focused on work” “he doesn’t date military girls” and even Mathis had told me from having a convo with him that he had traumatic experience regarding a military girl and somebody that worked closely to him that hated his guts second that his name is Verde.

The answers ppl gave me were to calculated it felt fake like yea im looking out for my homeboy so ima tell her whatever” it had also felt like he wanted people to see him a certain way and he got it to a point where everybody was saying the same things about him. This allowed me to believe he’s hiding something ITS A MASK. I became so lost in my hatred and anger I still searched.

I talked to his current roommate at the time of the deployment (VanValkenburg) and his coworker that hated him Verde. I talked to them separately. I chose to speak to somebody that actually sleeps next to him and I chose someone that hated him and how he thinks. That way I knew the answer wouldn’t be so calculated especially from somebody that hates you they don’t have shit to lose by spilling the beans on what they know compared to somebody that fuck with you and will “look out for the boys”

I had known Van from him following my workout page some years ago when I first got to the unit in 2021. He seemed really nice and cool and he would say hey to me when he saw me again the same way I didn’t place judgment on Lopez why would I judge these guys? I was my genuine self…but I think I messed up by drinking alcohol in between that.

Van told me that he’s just weird and he doesn’t talk to girls and he thinks he’s ugly. He told me that he doesn’t bring my name up or anything and even though he saw it made me sad he continued to speak and let me know. I don’t really know if Van was sincere with his perception of him…

When I talked to Verde it was VERY RAW “like yea this guy is fucking weird” just straight out the gate truth. Verde didn’t like him because of how he acted around them as if he didn’t want to open up and be himself and that’s why I liked talking to him because now we’re getting somewhere …past the MASK

Verde told me that he did go through a situation with a girl in the military and almost got kicked out but he didn’t go much into detail, he also mention that “he gets pussy” something that I didn’t wanna hear at all because then I assumed I was just another option. Verde had also mentioned that he asked him who I was? This made me curious because Van had told me that he doesn’t talk about me but Verde told me that he asked who I was and it didn’t feel like a lie at all. This is here I begin to feel that he tells certain people certain things. Verde wanted to hook up with girls that deployment honestly all of them did and me posting my pics made it seem as if I would go for it. After me and Verde talked verde Dm me asking me if I wanted to hook up in which I ignored. I had already known what he wanted then I knew who he was without fully knowing and so did Selwyn. This allowed me to believe that Selwyn specifically asked Verde because he wanted to know if “I hooked up or got around” rather than just remaining quiet about it.

It’s things like that made me feel things. Not horny or weird but “what the fuck is going on” “am I crazy” …. I felt I had been looking at myself. Somebody that knows how to maneuver and manipulate and I craved it…sadistically.

I guess in a way I wanted to believe it didn’t have anything to do with my race and he could be sincere about not dating military women because it too close to work.but it just wasn’t enough after all of this information and hearing different perceptions I began going through his following list LIKE FULL on investigation. I payed attention to who he was hanging with and how they acted. I looked at the girls he followed on ig checking for any signs of black chicks or diversity. Anything you could think of I was doing it searching for answers to again purge this terrible feeling I feel over me.

Initially the more coworkers I got involved the messier it got all the people within A CO knew…and honestly I didn’t care. I didn’t care if they talked shit about me getting rejected I was already feeling low I didn’t mind feeling any lower than what I was. I again demean myself and see myself as not worthy as I had done as a child in previous post. I begged and prayed on my knees and ask God and my dad what did I do wrong?

I came with genuine loving intent. I wanted a connection I didn’t want to hurt anyone.

I DM him again a second time by then I asked him “did I make you uncomfortable by what i said” no response. And even followed him and he didn’t follow back but I know he saw it he just intentionally ignored.

By this point I’m looking at everybody as an enemy even Mathis. It’s like everybody trampled on my heart. People he was close to knew something I didn’t. They stared at me when I walked by …I was so humiliated. I had felt like any messy boy group they were making fun of me. Calling me desperate or obsessed. I walked past him and his friends at a table sitting together and I recall hearing him as I pass by say “that’s her”

And when I sat down and looked back at the table his friends were staring dead at me. I remember going to a gym and overhearing Van and group of them talking about me as well and I walk in on him saying “you asshole” as if they had been saying mean things and it truly hurt. I left the gym consumed with sadness and even called my grandma crying because I just felt so low and weak and just confused as to why people are willing to take it there when it comes to being evil and messy especially when you have done nothing to him. I grew to hate anyone attached to him his friends Tengono, Serrano, Bernal, and any other Hispanics that were in that clique Van as well I hated them all. EVERYBODY. Even this one guy name Shawn Kenny. He was somebody I had confided in about it and he knew him and what was going on the entire time like it was a sick joke.

I had begged for closure on why I picked wrong…I mean I had admired him from afar and I just wanted to tell him how I felt. I thought he was a nice guy I didn’t think he would come with all that confusion, ghosting and things I had faced before. I thought I had been ready to get back out there and date I thought I was spiritual enough to know who’s good for me.

Anywho we are reaching the end of the deployment. Selwyn has been promoted to SSG (e6) one of the boys in A CO told me his name is Merchant somebody I hung out with and thought was cool but he turned out to be very childish and weird just a black guy looking for a quick hookup and he knew about Selwyn. I felt he had been rubbing it in my face because he knew that he rejected me and by him being promoted to a SSG and me still being a SPC (e4) he really wasn’t going to acknowledge me.

So here I am sad depressed out my mind feeling worthless and below Selwyns pay grade I’m in my room, and I recall the day of his promotion mind you dragon valley was pretty small and where A CO formed up was in front of the building area so I could see them and hear them. I remember the day of his promotion hearing clapping and applauding a LOUD scream of victory which was from Selwyn as he had gotten promoted and he was no longer in the building with us he had to the building for SSG and above. Again separating himself from his peers and me feeling more worthless than ever.

I didn’t even think I could survive it anymore Lucifer wanted my soul bad that deployment. This immense pain I felt took me back to my bullied phase. I had been vulnerable. I’ve done nothing to these people. Why did this happen and why do I feel so incredibly sad.

I’m not sure if he just believed I wanted to have sex with him, or the fact that I couldn’t really approach him…I don’t think he cared at all and it hurts to know. It’s a pain i still feel even now.

By the time we left Korea and got and were trying to reintegrate for the summer. I ended up following him and again he didn’t follow back. I feel so stupid. He had his summer flings and literally wasn’t entertaining me at all. Now that I think about I just feel really embarrassed and dumb.

My last time reaching out to him. I sent him a message that last message I would send because by then I had signed my contract to reenlist and ended up leaving HHC and heading over to higher echelon “BRIGADE” and word got out to everybody in a formation with sergeant major. Yep little miss obsessed and pressed over Selwyn she’s actually had a plan this entire time she actually has something GOING for herself.

Once word got out that l left and moved to brigade to train until I left for school everybody would come up to me asking me if I’m still there at the company etc I was thrilled to know so many ppl wanted to know…but between the pain and humiliation I felt I didn’t care I just wanted to leave and MOVE like I had always been use to.

After moving up to brigade level I had been drowning my self in my training by day I was keeping my mind busy even though by night I was crying and depressed and stalking his social media trying to numb myself of him. I had been working and then I look up and he was there staring right at me. Not too many people come to brigade you would have to have an escort. So what didn’t understand why he had come there and it had been far from the company I was out of range from him. So I didn’t understand why he popped up there randomly staring at me. Whatever the case maybe me not sitting and pondering on it I wrote him a final time I asked him “hi am being weird or awkward i am just nervous and I just want to get to know you” and again he didn’t respond.

The chaplain assistant I became close with she was like a therapist for me she grabbed my phone and unsent the message lol. From then I didn’t write him anymore and when he sees me he looks down. Doesn’t acknowledge me still. Probably talks shit or laughs with his friends who knows.

[whattheabcxyz]

2023-09-08

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[suchananewsblog]

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[bharatlivenewsmedia]

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[yutahoes]

Devil Inside

pairing : childhood friends! Yuta x Y/N

genre : fluff, horror au, smut but not detailed

word count: 5.6k words

warnings: fuckboy Yuta, calling someone a 'goth girl', horror movies, Yuta becomes an incubus, too much blood, raw meat eating, flesh eating, human organ eating, slut shaming a minor character, calling Yuta a whore, killing, mention of male molestation, mentioned teacher-student intercourse, shirtless Yuta, mentions of breeding, mentioned kitchen sex, mentioned shower sex, mentioned rough sex, Y/N getting wounded, skipping classes, Yuta as a murderer, a cambion. In other words, this is disturbing and problematic.

a/n: Inspired by this set of pictures and the movie Jennifer's Body. This is my first time writing a horror themed AU and this is badly written. I just can't stop thinking about this so for me to do something productive today, I had to post this. 😂 This has uncomfortable theme so please read in moderation. I went crazy over this, sorry. Feedback is highly appreciated. 😘

You and Yuta had been friends since forever, stemming from the history of your parents being friends and all since college. Your home is his home and you have your own room in his house. Staying together inside one room isn't a problem, your parents trusted you both but growing up is different. 

You had to admit that you grew up leading a boring life, too bookish, and didn't even interact with your classmates. Yuta, on the other hand, has always been the life of the party, the school superstar, the popular guy. And that huge difference created a wall between your friendship. 

You didn't know when it started, it just did. He started hanging out with the cool kids while you were left in the shadows. You can't really get mad at him, that's growing up. And he didn't change when it was just the two of you. 

When your parents would go abroad for their business trips, Yuta would check on you every night. If you have eaten dinner, if you've locked all the windows, or if you knew the number for the police station or the fire station in case something happens. He's still the same Yuta. Your childhood friend, Yuta. 

"Did you do your assignments?" He asked, not removing his eyes from the TV where he's watching a horror film. This is something that he can't do at their home or his mom would freak out. 

You rolled your eyes, answering a 'Yes, abeoji' while opening the fridge to see what to have for breakfast tomorrow then whining since there's more raw food in there than easy-to-eat foods. "I'll probably skip breakfast tomorrow." You said more to yourself, already thinking to wake up early and just get some waffles from the shop near the bus stop.

"Just leave the back door unlocked, I'll cook breakfast for you tomorrow." Yuta claimed that made you look at him. 

You raised your eyebrow at that. "Weird that you're here." You started then sat next to him on the couch, "No date?" He showed a screenshot of her photo, a different girl than yesterday. She was wearing black, with black eyeliner, and a pierced eyebrow. "She looks like a goth. Is that your type now?" 

"She's hot!" He exclaimed and you just nodded at him. "And she wants to meet at 11 pm so yeah." That was a weird time to meet up. But you didn't react and just focused on the TV just as the jump scare happened. You quickly hid your face on the throw pillow, blowing heavy breaths that made the guy next to you laugh. You hated horror, hated blood, and you're convinced that Yuta is doing this to scare you. "I'll get going." He said, standing up. 

"Can you close the TV first? Or stop the movie, at least?" You said, face still behind the pillow. He laughed then closed the TV, engulfing you in darkness that made you more scared. The bloody face from the TV earlier flashing on your mind. 

"Sorry Y/N. I promised not to scare you like that again." You heard him say then felt something warm on the top of your head followed by a smooching sound. He patted your head, "I really have to go. I'll see you in the morning." 

You waited for the sound of the door closing before you removed the throw pillow from your burning face. He kissed your head, right? You felt that. Why would he do that? Does he know that you have a crush on him? Or is it just his manwhore ways? But why you? You screamed at the throw pillow, cursing at Yuta for being the charming guy he is. 

You cannot deny the fact that each day, your feelings for Yuta had to grow. Who are you to blame when he's getting more handsome each day? And you're just a girl who has a weak heart for him. The image was still vivid in your mind, the first time you watched a horror movie and you were already crying in fright ten minutes into the movie. "I will protect you, Y/N." And you believed that. Yuta is always there to protect you. 

A loud bang can be heard that made you wake up in your sleep. You listened for other noises and heard footsteps, someone is inside your home. The first instinct is to call Yuta but what if he's in another place, you cannot trouble him. So you just took the baseball bat he lent you for this circumstance, repeating in your mind the number of the police station. 

You quietly tiptoed down the stairs and saw the light of the refrigerator open. Is it a food thief? And how did he come inside your house? You can see a trail of blood on the kitchen floor that startled you. The bat was dropped on the floor when you saw someone seated in front of the refrigerator. "Yuta?" 

He was covered in blood, eating the raw beef as if starving. His eyes were blood cold and you stepped back in fright. He looks like a monster. What kind of a crazy dream is this? You have to do something to wake up. Anything to wake yourself up. 

And as stupid as you sound, you hit your head with the bat that was on the ground. 

You opened your eyes, the sunlight hitting your eyes and your head aching real bad as if something hit you. You groaned while stretching then remembered your dream. Yuta. Your kitchen. Quickly, you ran to the kitchen to see Yuta’s mom cooking something. “I’m glad you’re up. You’ll be late for class.” 

“Auntie, where is Yuta?” She shrugged, saying that he didn’t even go home last night. It was a normal occurrence, that’s part of Yuta’s social life. “I’ll just prepare for school.” When you glanced at the couch, Yuta’s baseball bat was there. Weird, isn’t it supposed to be in your room? 

You had a nice breakfast, thanks to Yuta’s mom, and enough time to go to school. The first thing was to get your books in your locker and walk to class, avoiding some of your schoolmates who block the way. Before you can get inside the room, you see Yuta passing by opposite your way with a new girl in his arms. You knew her, the cheerleader, the basketball team’s girlfriend. Wow, she reached the soccer team now. When your eyes met with Yuta, you were reminded of him seated on your kitchen floor. Filled with blood and with dead cold eyes. You shake your head. That was a dream. You shivered. A very vivid dream. 

It was a normal boring school day, a typical day that it surprised you when Yuta wrapped his arms around you then leaned closer. “I need your help.” A curious look was etched on your face. “Math. Help me study for the exam tomorrow.” You nodded, removing his hand from your shoulder. “Why?” He asked before putting back his hand on you. 

“I just don’t want your girlfriends to misunderstand.” Yuta chuckled then pinched your cheek. “Yuta, stop it. It hurts.” 

He smiled. That breathtaking smile which makes you weak for him. “Sorry.” He whispered then leaned to place a kiss on your reddening cheek, startling you. Your eyes widened at his actions. What is wrong with Yuta? “You do know that I like you more than I like those girls, right?” What? Your heart kept on beating wildly against your chest that you’re scared he might hear it. “I’ll see you later, Y/N.” 

Once you breathe in, without realizing that you’re holding your breath, you saw everyone’s eyes were on you. Oh no! This is trouble. 

You went home early, trying to stay away from your schoolmates. You don’t want to talk to them and explain that you’re friends with Yuta, that will cause some damage to him. But why did he do that? You tried raking your brains for an answer but you can’t seem to find the right one. So you just shrugged it and maybe ask Yuta when he gets to your house. 

It’s late at night. You finished reviewing the whole chapter for your exam tomorrow yet Yuta is a no show. You lightly glanced at the house next door, seeing that the living room lights were on. Their car isn’t in the garage, meaning his parents are not at home. Then you saw the silhouette of someone making out on the couch. Oh, his ditching makes sense now. You closed the door and made sure to close the light, ready to get a good night’s sleep. 

You opened your eyes in darkness, the clock reading that it’s almost 4 am. You felt thirsty that you decided to go downstairs to get a cup of water, halfway through the stairs you can see someone on the other door’s yard digging up something. Curious, you put on a coat and exited the backdoor to check on it. The same Yuta, covered in blood, and this time you knew you weren’t dreaming. 

“Yuta?” You called but he kept digging. Blood mixed with the soil and the most horrible thing you can see, limbs. “Yuta.” You called once again, even holding his shoulder to make him look at you. He kept covering the body with the soil, even covering it up with a large pot. What has he done? This isn’t the Yuta you know and it scared you. 

“Y/N.” He called that made you look at him. The warmth of his voice is still there. “Help me, please.” He sounded broken. “I’m really scared.” The first time you saw this reaction on Yuta. He looks so fragile, so vulnerable. 

There’s a part of you that’s still wary of him. You have questions in your head that you wanted to ask him and you waited for him to finish his shower, while you make coffee for both of you, as you collect your thoughts. When he sat in front of you at the kitchen table, he looked like the Yuta you knew except there’s pain in his eyes. “Yuta.” You called, rubbing the side of your cup. “What…?” But you don’t know what to ask him. 

“I killed Miss Jang.” Your eyes widened in surprise. The assistant PE teacher? “We had amazing sex and then…” You shook your head. He had sex with a teacher? Wow, his man whoring is of another level. “You don’t understand, she’s been touching me appropriately for the past couple of months so I just gave her what she wanted.” 

A gasp escaped your throat. “She’s what?” He just stared at you. “Why didn’t you tell anyone?”

“Do you think someone would believe me?” 

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

He shook his head. “Because it’s embarrassing.” You scoffed then rolled your eyes at him. “So you killed her?” 

“I ate her.” 

“Yuta, I don’t need the details of your sexcapades…”

“I ate her organs.” Your eyes widened in surprise. What? “It’s a craving after having sex with someone. I just want to eat something raw and her flesh can’t even satisfy me.” That explains why he’s covered with blood. 

The memory of that night came to you, when he was eating that raw meat from the fridge. “When did it start?” He answered last night and you were more surprised that it is true and not a dream. “How?” He shrugged. “What do you plan to do now?” 

“I don’t know.” He held your hand that was on the table, looking at you with pleading eyes. “Help me, please. I don’t want to kill another woman again.” You sighed. This was Yuta. Your childhood friend. The guy you like. You nodded before thinking how stupid it is to do this. 

The news of Miss Jang being missing is the talk in your class the next day but what’s more surprising is some testimony of the guys who were molested by her, like Yuta. You watched as your friend fiddled with his thumbs, obviously listening to your classmates. He actually did them a favor but something isn’t right. Why is this happening to Yuta? 

A sexual thirst, a thirst for flesh. Your phone showed a result called an incubus, a demon that pursues sexual relations with women. But why does Yuta keep on eating flesh to satisfy his craving? You stood up and decided to ditch class just to have the answers to your questions, finding yourself in the back of the library. The collection of forbidden books.  

“What are you doing here?” You immediately hushed Yuta as you got hold of a black book, opening it to reveal different pentagrams and illustrations of spooky creatures. “What is that?” 

“An incubus.” You said then sat on the library floor, Yuta following you. “Demons who attract women for sexual pleasure.” Before he could say anything else, “I think that was what is happening to you.” 

You visibly saw him gulp. “You think I’m a demon?” No, you don’t. 

“Possessed by a demon, Yuta.” You flipped the pages of the book to see about the different rituals on how to summon a demon. “Did you join a cult? Or even got drugged and was offered as a human sacrifice?” You stopped. That night. That girl. “The goth girl, you saw her that night. Do you remember what happened?” 

“We had sex.” You rolled your eyes at that, of course. “I told her I’m a virgin because she likes guys like that. We had amazing sex, mind-blowing sex.” You sighed. “Then I woke up on your kitchen floor.” That’s all he remembers? Finally, your thoughts are confirmed, it isn’t a dream. You really saw Yuta that night. “You were lying on the ground as well and I had to remove my shirt before carrying you to your room.” 

The thought of the shirtless Yuta carrying you made the blood rose up your cheeks. “You were covered in blood that time and the trail…”

“I had to clean that up before you wake up because you’re scared of blood.” You stared at him warmly. He had to think about that? “You saw me?” You nodded, sharing that he was eating that raw meat when you saw him. “Did I scare you?” If there was one person you cannot lie to, that would be Yuta. He can easily see through you. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I won’t hurt you, I promise that.”

You held his hand, giving it a light squeeze. “I’ll help you, Yuta. We can remove that demon inside you.”

The only conclusion you can come up with is to meet with the same goth girl he met before. Yuta remembered having sex with her and he was eating that raw meat as if really hungry so she might be alive, Yuta didn’t kill her. And you have to hurry because each night that passes, Yuta has someone to bury in the backyard. It's a female prostitute one night, then a drug pusher, followed by the girl in class who bullied you. 

It's becoming a huge issue in town, the disappearance of young girls, that your parents had to come home quickly worried about your safety. "From now on, go home early." Your dad ordered. "I'll ask Yuta to walk you home every day." How would they feel if Yuta was the one doing all these? 

He was worried about you joining him in meeting up with the girl, even repeating to you that he'll kill himself if something bad happens to you but you assured him that you'll be fine. It's not you who needed help now, it was him. You need to put a stop to this before another one gets hurt. 

The girl was laughing cynically when you asked her what to do to remove the demon inside your friend. "A cambion." She answered and you curiously gave her a look. "That's the goal of an incubus. Once there's a cambion, he will leave the body he's possessing." 

A cambion? All you need is to have a cambion so the demon can leave Yuta. You searched what it was and just facepalmed yourself. Fuck this! Will he be saved? 

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"You want me to breed someone?" You shiver at his choice of words but nod, nonetheless. "How can I do that when eating them becomes part of the sexual process?" 

You shook your head then ruffled your hair. This is getting you crazy. "You know, this is your fault for whoring around. If you just had a fixed girlfriend then this wouldn't happen…" 

"Then why did you reject my confession?" You blinked twice as if it can clear what you heard. Did you hear him correctly? "I told you I'll marry you in senior year and what is your answer? I'm not marrying you, Yuta." He said while copying your voice, leaving you dumbfounded. "I was heartbroken that time so I started dating other girls then maybe you can finally notice me." 

"I thought you were teasing me that time." Your voice got louder that your mom knocked on the door asking if you two were fighting. He shook his head, smiling at your mom. When she closed the door, you just stared at him awkwardly. Once again, you had to ruffle your hair. This is so frustrating! "Just, make a baby with someone." 

You waited, biting your thumb as the clock struck 3 am. You haven't had the right sleep thinking of what might happen to Yuta then you saw movement in the yard. Quietly, you went out of the backdoor of your house and saw him outside, blood on his clothes. "What happened?" 

He shook his head. "Same." 

"Where is her body?" You removed your cardigan to wipe away the blood from his face and his neck. 

He looks tired, hopeless. "I left her body on a roadside." You gasped at that. "I can't save myself. I'll be like this forever." He can't, he needed to fight himself. Fight his urges. But even you knew that it was impossible. 

There was a flicker of light coming from their kitchen, someone was going to see you. They're going to see Yuta with a bloody shirt like this. "Remove your shirt." You ordered and he looked confused so you just ripped it from him. Shit, you just realized how this looked like when two booming voices can be heard calling both your names. Both your dads. 

"Where is your shirt?" Your dad asked, arms crossed. You're inside your house, both your fathers and mothers staring at the two of you. "And you're wearing only that outside?" You glanced at the thin nightgown you were wearing and Yuta handed you a throw pillow. "Please wear your shirt, Yuta." 

"I ripped his shirt, dad." You heard both your moms giggle. "Can we please not make a big deal of this? This isn't what you think it is." 

Yuta's dad sighed. "Our only concern is why bother doing it outside? We let you sleep in each other's room." What? 

"Are you exhibitionists?" Your mom asked and you gasped. Is that what they're thinking now? Your head aches, you didn't have any decent sleep yet and this ordeal with Yuta is making you lose your mind. Can't you just all talk tomorrow, not at 4 in the morning? 

Yuta held your hand, lacing your fingers together. "I'm willing to take responsibility if something happens to Y/N." Surprised, you glanced at him. Nothing happened, he knew that. What the hell is he saying so suddenly? "But can I please stay with Y/N tonight, uncle?" 

It was a surprise when your dad allowed you both to go upstairs to your room but you had to wait until they're in their rooms before getting your cardigan and Yuta's blood-stained clothes from the yard. Yuta was still seated on your bed when you went back to your room, staring at you with his misty eyes. 

He pulled you close, arms wrapped around your waist while his head was on your chest. "I'm scared." His hold got tighter. "I don't want to hurt anyone anymore." If you're frustrated with this, you realized Yuta might be in bigger pain than you are. You held his hair, threading your fingers along its strand. You've been together for so long but this has been the most intimate thing that you two had ever done. "You were right, this is my fault for hurting those girls. I used them for my self pleasure, to boost my ego. This is me getting punished for all of that." 

You held his hands, kneeling in front of him to see his face. "But you don't deserve this, Yuta." You held his cheeks as tears started falling from his eyes. "We'll do something, I promise." 

He pulled you up, letting you sit on his lap. The warmth of his eyes makes your heart beat rapidly inside your chest. "I love you, Y/N." Your eyes widened at the sudden confession, "I'm sorry for getting you dragged into this but I'm thankful you haven't left me yet." He hugged you, head on your shoulder and you can feel his warm breath on your neck. "I love you. I don't want you to leave me." 

You wrapped your arms around his neck. He's scared, you can feel him shaking. "I won't leave you, Yuta." You let him sob in your chest like a little child just wanting some warmth. And you realized, this might be just what he needed. 

Both of you skipped school that morning since you slept at 5 am, just laying next to each other. Your head on his chest, hands held together. It was him who first got out of bed, prepared himself, then placed a small kiss on our head before leaving your room. If only you could stay like this. But he had to go and fuck another woman tonight to satisfy his thirst, making your heart ache. Can you live like this? 

Your parents and Yuta were seated around the dining table when you went down for breakfast. "We were just telling Yuta that we have a business trip in Brazil." You nodded, used to it by now. "And because of the news around, it would be better that he stay here with you." Your mom suggested that it made you surprised. After last night, they're letting you live in one roof with a guy, unsupervised? 

"Mom. I can stay at home alone." 

"I know. But just to be safe." You're not even safe with their suggestion. "I know what you're thinking honey. You're a female and a male with raging hormones, it's alright with us." Yuta choked on the food and you hissed at your parents. 

Your dad coughed lightly. "We stacked some condoms just in case." 

"Dad!" 

"Honey, we agreed to let them have their freedom." You glared at your mom. "We really wanted a grandchild." It's your turn to choke at your food. Then it made you stop. If he breeds a human, the incubus will go away. This might just be your answer. 

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"No, Y/N!" Yuta stated firmly after explaining what your plan is. "What if I hurt you?" 

You shook your head. You're not scared of that now but you're frightened for Yuta and the things that might happen to him if this continues on. The police started investigating the missing dead girls, it's only a matter of time before they can chase down Yuta. You held his cheeks, distress can be seen in his expression. "I trust you, Yuta." 

It was a crazy plan. When your parents left that afternoon, you stacked up some raw meat that the butcher thought you were throwing a party. Yuta didn't kill the first girl, the goth girl, and you're holding to that belief that Yuta can have some control over himself. When the night struck, you locked all doors to your house that would forbid Yuta from going out. 

"I'm giving you the last chance to back out from this, Y/N." You shook your head. "I'm sorry." He whispered, carrying you to the countertop of the kitchen. "If something bad happens, I'll kill myself. I swear." 

You giggled then wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. "Then we'll be like Romeo and Juliet." He laughed at your reference before moving closer to plant his lips on yours. Your first kiss with Yuta. His lips were so soft and he tasted so sweet that made your brain hazy. 

When he slipped his tongue inside you and his fingers dug on your waist, you knew there's no way you can get out of this. You can feel his warmth in every touch, in every part of your skin his lips touched. He slowly undressed you, making sure that he's still Yuta and whispering promises that he wouldn't hurt you. He didn't at first and you refused to believe that you made love with him at your kitchen counter. 

The grandfather clock signaled that it is midnight. Yuta just pulled you down from the kitchen counter, turning you around, and thrust into you that made you scream. No foreplay, no kissing. You turned to see his eyes, those dead eyes. His hand held your neck, the other digging in your waist. You prevent making a sound, not wanting to alert his parents next door. His teeth dig in your shoulder, an excruciating pain that makes you bite your lip to prevent a sound. This is how he kills them. 

You tried to reach for the raw meat nearby, desperately trying to move out of his hold. You pushed yourself away from the counter, causing him to fall to the ground. You watched as he took the meat and ate it as if starved, like the first night you saw him in this state. Every night, he's like this. An appetite for sex, an appetite for flesh. 

And it breaks your heart that you can't do anything to help him. 

He ate five portions of the raw meat and you mentally told yourself to get some tomorrow for what might happen at night. You covered him with a blanket as he lay down your kitchen floor, kissing his forehead. You wanted this to stop, wanted him to be normal again. You clean the wound on your shoulder as well as the scratch on your side, hissing in pain as you put medicine on the bleeding part. 

You woke up with his warm arms wrapped around you, a kiss on your wounded shoulder woke you up. "Did I do this? I really did hurt you." He grazed his finger on the spot that hurt as you shook your head. He nuzzled his nose on your shoulder and you felt his warmth. "I don't know what to do anymore." 

"But Yuta this is better. We know that you still have control over yourself." You sat on the bed and he traced the scratch on your side. "When the clock struck twelve, that's when you started having that hunger. We're slowly knowing things about you now. We can do this together, Yuta." 

He nodded, watching you stand up then head to the bathroom. You were supposed to close the door when you felt him enter the same room. The warm feeling is back when his hands touch your body, in contrast to the cold water cascading down your body. You skipped class again because of the pain in your shoulder and he went to school. 

If this continues, it's better to listen to both your parents and just get married. Live together in a far city where you can start a new life, maybe you can give birth to Yuta's child and it will end his suffering. As you put new meat inside the fridge, you heard a knock on the door. Yuta came in with a distressed look on his face. "The police are at school. They were starting to suspect a student at school." 

"Did you do anything?" He shook his head, hands clasped together. "Just lay low for a while." 

"What if they found out that it was me?" You shook your head, that's the worst-case scenario. And you promise not to let that happen. 

He stayed at your house, particularly your room that night. When the clock struck twelve, you were pushed on your bed with Yuta pounding on you real rough. The moment you felt his lips on your neck, you rolled to the bed and reached for the raw meat on the bedside table. You breathed hard, you can do this. 

The police were doing their best, you had to give them that. And it scares you that they'll narrow it down to you and Yuta doing these things. The disappearance of the women stopped but the deaths were a mystery that the police remained to look for clues. It's been a couple of nights since you've done this with Yuta and every day, a new wound would appear on your body. 

Your parents came back from their business trip when they noticed the amount of raw meat in your fridge and the wounds in your body. You tried to shrug it off, saying that it's just your clumsiness. Yet, they never bought it. You cannot ask Yuta to stay over so you keep your phone in your ear, watching his room for movements. The moment the clock struck midnight, nothing happened to your surprise. He kept saying that he's fine, that he doesn't need anything, that he's still Yuta. Maybe an off day.

You slept relieved but woke up with the sound of police sirens. You glanced at the window outside and saw the yard next door being dug out by your dad and some men in uniform, Yuta's dad watching nearby. How? You ran downstairs to check on Yuta but your mom quickly told you to stay inside. "We're sorry, we trusted you to a murderer." 

"He's not." You shouted trying to see from the window. Yuta was handcuffed, a large man holding him in place. He shook his head when your eyes met and the sight of rotten decaying bones caught your attention. 

Your stomach churned and you vomited on the kitchen sink, your mom helping you by rubbing your back. "He's such a sweet child. What happened to Yuta?" Your mom asked and you itched to tell her that it's not him. A devil inside him.

Your eyes widened at the realization. Nothing happened last night. Now, you're having this weird feeling in your body. A cambion. And you felt yourself fainting at that information.  

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It's been years, seven years to be exact when that moment happened to your life. Yuta's parents moved to a different town but you still see them from time to time, as well as your parents. When they found out that you were pregnant with Yuta's child, they immediately sent you away to give birth abroad. Your son was three when you went back to the country and introduced him to his dad. 

"Daddy!" Your son cheered seeing his dad walking outside the huge gates of the visitor's area. The older was grinning wide, carrying his son to where you are. He kissed you on your forehead and your son giggled, "Daddy, mommy said I can go to a big school this year." He nodded, letting the young boy sat on his lap. "Grandma and grandpa are going to buy me my bag." 

Yuta giggled and you noticed how the two looked very much alike. It was the exact reason why your parents warmed up on Yuta and let you introduce your son to him. "I'm sorry. But when dad gets out of here, I'm going to pick you up from school every day." 

You can feel your eyes water at that. The younger boy wrapped his arms around his neck, "When are you getting out of here?" You both sighed. It's always his question. 

"Just another three years, then we can be together." There's a lot of pain in his words. "You and mommy can wait for me, right?" Your son nodded. 

He reached out to hold your hand that was above the table. You nodded at him. You waited this long, another three years wouldn't hurt. He engaged in another conversation with the younger boy and you gazed at him, he looks better than the first few years he's here. 

"Time to get back, Nakamoto." The police officer said and your son hugged his father's neck, refusing to let go of him. 

This has always been a problem every time you visit Yuta. "Honey, we have to go. Daddy has to get back." You said quietly, taking him from Yuta. Your son glared at the big man behind his dad and he just turned his head to look at the wall. "Honey, let's get ice cream." You said quickly and the younger smiled at you. The guard turned around, asking what happened that his head was hurting. 

Yuta gave you a worried look but you just shook your head, putting sunglasses on your son. "Say bye to daddy." You whispered and he obeyed you. "I'll come to visit you soon." 

He kissed you on the forehead, "I'm sorry." Again. you shook your head. No one warned you about having a cambion and the risk it takes to be its parents. "I love you." But right now, your son and Yuta are the most important people in your life. 

"I love you, too." And you're willing to throw everything in the past just to be happy with your small family. 

[dancergurl3000]

Continued essay.

When I was 27, I was attacked. Twice. In the street by two drunks. One man tried to pull me onto his bike, I fought him off and sprained my right arm. The second attacker was able to molest me. I was waiting in line to apply for Snap. I had my ticket and sat down and an African American Man, saw me sit down, he was in his mid 40’s, had a fro, and was very drunk, threw his arms around me, and cupped my breasts under neath my shirt shortly after I decided to come Home from Oneonta. It happened on security footage and in front of a fat, white security officer. I don’t even remember how I got Home: I must have taken a taxi cab that I didn’t pay to go Home. I couldn’t believe it. I came home to my mother sobbing, I didn’t report what happened to me because my father at the time didn’t believe me. I was homeless for a time after that. I turned 28 years old in a homeless shelter. I stayed in a homeless shelter until I couldn’t take it anymore and stayed on a friends couch. And then that friend kicked me out but was nice enough to offer to pay for me to live in a motel. I made the most of it until I couldn’t anymore. I asked my father to come Home late November 2019. And I’ve been back Home ever since but things at Home have not been good. And now I’m 31. It’s been not even two years since I was groped in public and I still have panic attacks sometimes when I am downtown for too long. I can’t work. I’m on social security and DSS. Apart from working for the state for almost six months and then getting fired for no reason at all, and how I had to sue that company to prove it, I’ve never made enough money to live on my own. I’ve worked. But never for too long. And I don’t know. I think young people need hope. They need something to live for. These days, if you make it past 30, you did something right. I see people taking guns and using them to shoot other people that used to be neighborhoods I would take a bus to almost every single day. I see kids in the street screaming and crying but no one hears them or pays attention to them. I see a lot of despair in my hometown. I never wanted to be seen as a victim of sexual assault. My dad told me that it doesn’t count because I wasn’t penetrated. But you don’t have to be penetrated to say that you’ve been raped. Surely he understands that but apparently not! And my mother has never once protected anyone other than herself from the dangers of the outside world. So for me, I see the walls caving in, and the places I can turn to for help, real help shrinking. There is a lot of despair in New York State. A lot of poverty. A lot of crime. And victims don’t just need to be believed: they need help. They need their accusations taken seriously, not have the police shrug or do something worse to them than their attackers. What I hope for is one day my story can be a help to someone else. It’s not just how I wasn’t believed. It’s how I wasn’t taken seriously. Because who would believe the daughter of the town drunk anyways? And perhaps they think I deserved it in some way. Perhaps there is no justice for someone like me. A poor white girl from a poor white family who has been bullied by her peers her whole life. I never had anything new: no new shoes, my brother and I never even saw a dentist regularly or a primary care doctor for a check up. If we got really sick we would just end up in the ER and the nurses and doctors had a lot of questions for my brother and I. I never wanted to write my story, or tell it for the same reason for why I have kept quiet: I suppose the shame I feel is in direct correlation to how I feel about my father. And it’s why I no longer say goodnight to a person who has repeatedly shamed me into being silent about who I am and what keeps me going.

[postmoderntongues]

We need to do something in the USA about our child porn laws because the are antiquated and actively hurting children.  My cousin is a 14 year old transboy.  He sexted/exchanged pictures with a girl in his class (which, IMHO, is the safest sex 14 year olds could be having, nobody ever got pregnant from talking dirty or looking at a picture).  That girl’s parents found out and sued.  Now my cousin is expelled from the school district and on a list until he turns 21.  All because he accepted a pic from a girl he liked.  He didn’t distribute the pic, he was responsible and respectful with it, the only reason it got found out was the girl’s parents went through her phone.  I also suspect that, had she been sexting with a cis boy, they would not have followed up and pressed charges.  

This is going to fuck over my little cousin’s college options.  Hes going to have to move to a different school where nobody knows him during one of the most critical social points of his life.  Hes not allowed to go swimming at public pools.  He’s not allowed to babysit for pocket change.  Hes being treated like a sexual predator for being mutually consensually sexual with a girl in his class.  

Like I said before, sexting is literally the safest form of sex they could be having (no risk of pregnancy, no risk of STD, not even risk of biohazard) and for the next 7 years of my cousins life (so the next 3rd of his entire life) hes going to be treated worse than the actual rapists he likely goes to school with (when I reported my GFs rape in high school, the guidance department did nothing, which is the same thing they did when I dragged her down there with visible bruises from abuse by her cop father, but apparently teenagers exchanging n00dz is worth the attention of the entire school district.)  

He’s going to have to change for gym in a separate room and shit like that, hes going to be ostracized, he’s going to be entering a new school with the label of “sexual predator” slapped on him ALL FOR ACCEPTING PICTURES OF A GIRL HIS OWN AGE!  I just got off the phone with his mom and Im fucking enraged.  

Anti CP laws are supposed to PROTECT children.  How the fuck is this protecting my cousin?  Also why the fuck are there no consequences for the girl who took and distributed the picture?  

Its just so much bullshit, my cousin is literally the kind of kid who asks the special ed kids to join their lunch table hes an absolutely harmless dandelion of a child he took a girl with downs to their first school dance and got in trouble for fighting back against these boys who were bullying a little fat girl, hes not a sexual predator, but for the remainder of his childhood he is going to be treated like one, all because our legal system has been slacking for over a decade now on finding an appropriate way to handle minors consensually sharing images with other minors. 

Teenagers are going to share n00dz, like ive said a million times now its pretty much the safest sex they could be having, kids shouldn’t be labeled sexual predators for consensual activity with peers.  Do something about the pornsick boys cornering and molesting unwilling younger girls in the open hallways and on the school bus before you worry about a 14 year old looking at a picture of another 14 year old.  And its not even like he was looking up CP or downloading images of kids his age off the net, it was literally a picture sent to him that only he saw sent directly from the girl who wanted him to see it.  But now he’s going to spend the rest of his childhood treated as a sex criminal.

[badsext]

A Comedy of Errors: Nathan Young x Female Reader

This was a combination of a request from my friend @elliethesuperfruitlover for a story where Klaus and reader are exchanging horny messages all day, then go crazy on each other when they finally see each other. That is combined with an anon request I received for a Nathan fic wherein the reader notices his boner and they have dirty filthy sex with loud moaning, biting, etc. I took some liberties and changed a few things to fit the narrative. I hope you like it 😚 Warning: Smut (of course)!

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‘I had a dream about you last night.’ You knew a spicy little text like that would get a reply, even at 9:00 AM. And it was true, you’d had a filthy sex dream about Nathan Young and woke up horny as hell.

You pictured him zipping himself into that orange jumpsuit, then checking his phone and grinning like a jackass with his imagination running wild. He responded immediately, begging for details. But you loved teasing him. You were going to make him work for it, dropping hints and innuendos all day long.

As soon as the probation worker sent him home, Nathan headed for your place. But first a quick stop for something to spice up your evening for less than 20 quid. Double cream, a jar of maraschino cherries, a (stolen) bottle of vodka and ultra thin condoms that claimed to provide a tingling sensation. Nathan was very pleased with himself and optimistic about the evenings events. He became so distracted daydreaming about your naked curves that he ran smack into another pedestrian, sending the contents of his grocery bag toppling onto the sidewalk.

Nathan immediately let out a series of swears until he realized that this human obstacle was a wisp of a woman old enough to be someone’s gran. The impact had knocked her to the ground. He apologized and tried to help her back up, but his clumsy effort only made matters worse. The old broad was mortified. Help!,” she shrieked. “This man is molesting me!”

Nathan panicked, grabbing whatever was on the ground and stuffing it back into his bag so he could get the hell out of there.

After getting on the bus he noticed the cherry juice leaking all over everything in the bag and instead of condoms he had taken the old lady’s rash ointment. He sighed, abandoning the whole sticky mess and cutting his losses. He patted the bottle of vodka still safely tucked into his pocket. ‘Fuck it,’ he thought, sneaking a quick swig, then took a seat by the window.

By this time you knew he had already left the community center, so you sent him some extra motivation.

‘Hurry, I’m so wet!’ 💦

Nathan started to get hard and the fact that he was on public transport made no difference. His lust knew no such limits. ‘On the way’ 🍆

He looked out the window to see what street he was on and it suddenly dawned on him that he was headed in the wrong direction. He had gotten on the wrong bus! How could this get any worse, he thought, signaling the driver to get off at the next stop. He exited the bus like a shot and ran haphazardly across the street, his boner leading the way like a divining rod.

A car smashed into him going about forty miles an hour, enough to snap several of his important vertebra. Nathan heard the loud crunch of metal against bone before hitting the pavement and losing consciousness. Shocked onlookers started to gather and emergency services were called. Nathan expired in a pile of gore and debris just seconds before the ambulance arrived.

The paramedic examining him couldn’t find a pulse, so she administered CPR, but it was no use. He was pronounced dead on the scene. She had already called the coroner, placed a sheet over his body, and began filling out the paperwork when she noticed it. A conspicuous lump forming under the sheet. She dismissed it as nothing but a post mortem involuntary spasm until he sat up and threw off the sheet with a loud gasp. The paramedic stared back at him in shock. Nathan looked down at his erection, then back up to her and winked. “Thanks, love.” He got up and dusted himself off. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve gotta get home to my girl, so I can fuck her brains out.” Priorities!

He arrived at your door panting and sweating. “Jesus, Nathan! You look like hell,” you teased, pulling him inside by his shirt. Your mouths converged, tongues fighting for dominance like a couple of territorial moray eels.

He tasted pleasantly of cherries and vodka. You pried your mouth away from his to playfully admonish him. “You’ve been drinking already I see...and why are you so sticky?,” you said, tracing your thumb over his lips and chin.

“I’m gonna make you sticky.” His breathy retort tickled your ear as his hand crept under your t-shirt to play with your nipple. You could feel yourself getting wet at his touch.

“Mmm.” You grabbed his stiff cock through his jeans.

He groaned, peeling your shirt off and eagerly cupping your breasts. “You wouldn’t believe what I went through to get here. A fucking quest!” Then he whipped his shirt off dramatically for emphasis, mussing his curls.

“Ooh. Did you slay a dragon?” You unbuckled his belt and pulled it through the loops with a snap, dominatrix style.

“No, but I died.”

You learned of Nathan’s immortality soon after meeting him. Following the initial shock you discovered it was a huge turn on. “Oh, fuck,” you gasped, gliding your hands down his chest. Nathan cracked a sly smile as you drew closer, kissing and nibbling his neck. You pressed your cheek to his to body to listen to his beating heart. “Was it painful?,” you asked, gazing up into his eyes, deep green pools of chaos.

“Excruciating.”

You looked back at him as if to say ‘no more fucking around.’ You led him back to your room and made him sit on the edge of the bed. You knelt down between his legs. “It looks like you need some T...” You unfastened the button on his jeans...”L” You unzipped them...”C”....You pulled them off along with his boxers. You began stroking his stiff cock gently with your fingertips. Nathan struggled to keep his cool. He propped himself up on his elbows to watch you work. His ragged breath betrayed him as you began to nuzzle him, dragging your lips and nose over his smooth, sensitive flesh. You licked his length and lapped playfully at the little drop of pre-cum at the tip. He whimpered. His eyes shut tight and his hands grasped the sheets.

Nathan let out a helpless moan as you took him into your mouth, bobbing slowly up and down, savoring him. You became lost in the act until you noticed Nathan’s breath change. “If you do that any more I’m gonna come,” he said with desperation in his voice.

You released his cock and raked your fingernails down the length of his thighs before standing up and sliding your panties to the floor. Nathan’s green eyes studied you, hazy with lust. He latched his mouth to your nipples, suckling each one them ravenously as his hand crept between your legs.

“Oh, no,” he said suddenly, his voice muffled between your breasts.

“Oh, no what? What’s wrong?”

“That old lady has our condoms.”

“Nathan, what the fuck are you talking about? I have an IUD....birth control. I got it a month ago.”

“So I get to fuck you raw?....unenCUMbered?” He smiled, and wagged his eyebrows.

You nodded with a giggle at his enthusiasm...”Wait, Nathan, was that a pun? You know that’s grounds for PUNishment.” He bit his lip, trying to hide his excitement.

You climbed on top of him, kissing him roughly, forcing his head into the pillow. Then silk ropes were used to secure his wrists to the bedposts crucifixion style. Nathan flicked his tongue at you defiantly as you straddled his face. “I’m going to teach you a lesson,” you said, lowering your most sensitive flesh onto his open mouth. You gasped at the exquisite feeling of his warm tongue on your clit. You ground your hips against him over and over, the rush of adrenaline filling your head. Using him the way he liked to be used. In this moment he existed only for your pleasure, your insatiable need. Your breath grew heavier, building to a sort of primal growl. Then the sudden pulse of your muscles, echoing the pleasure radiating from your core to every inch of your body.

After coming back to your senses, you realized you were squeezing the poor boy to death with your thighs. When you looked down Nathan was still. His neutral expression started making you nervous. “Nathan? Nathan?! “ You shook him. “Nathan?”

He opened his eyes. “What, love, I was just quietly basking in the afterglow,” he said, innocently fluttering his long eyelashes.

You hit him with the nearest pillow. “Jesus, Nathan I though you were...you know! I thought I might have...”

Nathan laughed. “You thought you smothered me to death with your fanny?”

You were embarrassed, but you had to laugh at the absurdity of the situation. “You are such a little shit,” you said with your hands covering your face.

“Yeah, but you love me anyway. Now, let me fuck that juicy little fanny before I go mad!” Nathan rolled on top you and searched your eyes for reassurance. Then he lined himself up with your entrance and moaned as he delved into your silky softness for the first time without protection.

You grabbed him by the ass and shoved him in as far as he would go. He started achingly slow, so you bit his chin and raked your fingernails over his shoulder blades. Nathan was always encouraged by a little bit of pain. He drove into you over and over, with vigor and purpose. You felt yourself unraveling once more. Your voice rang out at the peak of orgasm, then mumbled unintelligibly into his neck as you savored the rush of dopamine that flooded your brain. You watched his face contort as he came inside you. Nathan’s body suddenly tensed, then twitched. He made a new sound, vulnerable and uninhibited. He sighed contentedly and it looked like he wanted to say something. Of course you knew exactly what he wanted to say. You almost said it yourself. If he can’t bring himself to say it, here comes a joke, you thought, but Nathan just smiled shyly and laid down beside you. Then his hand crept nervously under the covers to hold yours.

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[seaslugg7]

anon from this evening who asked about a statment i made in 2013, here is my final statement on the subject. please read the whole thing because im too up front to have anything taken out of context. 

 im not publishing your ask but i have apologized for that, several times, including immediately following the incident. but those screenshots didnt get around. this is how i saw it then: out of all the creeps in the industry he was the only person to not only get consent but get written consent. i saw him as a scapegoat for an entire corrupt system. i felt like agents should be held accountable for urging models to do things they are uncomfortable with. the photographer in question was always respectful of me, even when i was a practically a nobody. i clearly communicated to him my standards and my boundaries which he respected more than i can say for a lot of people in the industry, if not most. while all my friends were taking off their tops in front of him, he would be knocking on the bathroom door telling his assistants to pinch it so i could use the restroom to change. i felt like people were using his name to get famous and throwing him under the bus. i felt like the whole concept of getting consent goes out the window if an adult can give written consent to something, sober and then blame anyone but themself. i too have done things i regret and wish i could blame someone else but as adults we are responsible for our own decisions. I had many chances as a model when i was beginning to do things that crossed my boundaries, and it would have got me places, but that was not worth it to me. I felt like there was no way anyone could go to his studio not knowing the type of material he shoots. i’ve never witnessed him be pushy in ways SO MANY PEOPLE in the industry are, so i figured anything done with him was done by people who were, not only were aware before doing it that they might do stuff like that, but also signed release forms, sober. The article i had read stated the girls didn’t want to say no to him because it would be like saying no to all of their cool new friends or something like that... SO from my ~mind u this was in 2013, not present~ perspective, he was being used as a scapegoat. I had only ever experienced a kind version of him who respected me and treated me like an artist and adult. He was someone who valued my opinions on things and made me feel seen and valid in an industry i was just starting in. He was one of the only people in that world who treated me like they “got” me in a time when i was so, so isolated.  But now, i see the situation differently. I’ve apologized about it several times. During that time of my life, i wasnt sleeping much at all, i was traveling constantly, and was being berated 24/7,  called faggot bitch lesbian slut whore everything under the book constantly by my partner and was also a total idiot from PTSD. i was literally fucked up all the time and people at work thought i was on drugs because i was just so out of it, (for the record i’ve come a long way since then). Working in the industry, I have had so many people ask me to push my boundaries, or try to force me to, and i've heard of so many awful stories of rape and molestation by bigwigs such as alex wang (he pulled out my t girl friends genitals at a party and laughted- and thats just one story of many) that i thought the negative attention terry was getting was unfair because in my eyes, he had never done anything with anyone that was non-consensual or with anyone who wasn't able to give their consent. as im older i can see the nuances of the situation much more clearly and i really need to distance myself from that statement.  I’m not someone who doesn't stick up for women, and although i’ve been terrible with my words i have done plenty to physically protect models, and women irl, the kinds of things i could never share or you would never hear about on the internet. i’ve kicked ass for women. i’ve beat photographers over the head w their own camera and exposed film, broke cameras of anyone i’ve seen take pictures of girls changing backstage. i’ve refused lots of money to work with rapists and abusers, and i’ve lost a lot of great opportunities for this. I’ve called out creepy famous photographers in front of large groups of people to embarrass them. I could tell you so many stories, as could my lady friends, that would show you how much i do care about protecting women. that’s the problem with the internet is that no one knows you in real life, or speaks to you on a daily basis. I’m not a misogynist, i am just a contrarian, and a devils advocate. I will stick up for someone who doesn’t have anyone in their corner, that’s just the way I am. I thought he was totally misrepresented. I got it wrong once because i connected with someone who i thought was just misunderstood, as i have often been. I’m loyal, he gave me my first paid job when i had NO money, he believed in me when i needed people in my corner. I feel really bad now for all the women who had bad experiences with him now that they are all uncovered and listed on the internet. if i had been aware of all of those experiences then, i would have never worked with him. i feel bad for endorsing someone who could have given so many women negative experiences and i wish i could take it back, but thats in the past. i can’t change the past. it’s an icky feeling, but eventually i have to move on and forgive myself. i’ve been tormented over one stupid statement enough. 

I do think it should be said that women in this industry need more support in learning how to say “no” and being empowered to make their own decisions. Agents, stylists, photographers can be bullies to often MUCH younger-than-them models and intimidate them to appease their will. I would love to see more strides made in this direction in the fashion industry, and to see more dark subjects such as pimping and rape (none of which my agency has ever been accused of) come to light. There are actually many people out there that think the risk of being sexually abused is part of being in entertainment industry and that is not ok. 

 I’m sorry if i let anyone down, it was a really stupid thing to say and i didnt even totally mean it at the time i was just having a manic tumblr moment (while working nonstop) and was being a stupid edgelord/contrarian or w/e. when someone like azealea banks posts a rant people are very offended by, imagine the type of headspace she was in when she posted it, and how she got there. I was going through some shit from 2009-2014, and it took me years to heal. I don’t hold the same opinions as i did in 2013, i’m a VERY different person now, and I don’t deserve to be held accountable for this 8 years later. thanks for understanding. People deserve to be able to grow, i hope we can extend that chance to others as well. 

[tiredestsleepyhead]

I'm so sick of people telling that sexual harasment statistics are blown out of proportion, that the victims are overreacting. I've been molested more times that I can count and I dont't know any girl that hasn't been.

When I was 15 my camp tutor put his hands in my underwear and didn't let me go.

When I was 17 coming back at 7 am the day after new years eve a 30 year old man tried to touch me and kiss me in public transport, then followed me home. I was lucky my mum was home. No witnesses done anything.

Same year I was coming back from card tournament. On the bus stop a man and his son were checking me out, touching me inapropriately, and then the father told me that "I'm a good wife material for his son" and that I need to come with them to see if I'm as good in bed as I look. There were three people on the bus stop, nobody did anything. I managed to escape.

When I was 18 I was so happy to go to my first job. All the workers lived in one building, in one big room. The first week I barely slept, because anytime I closed my eyes, one of the men would find their way in my bed. On the 4th day I was raped. One of them forced themselves onto me because I didn't close the bathroom when I went in the night. I was to scared to scream, I just tried to free myself and saying "no" over and over again. I slept on the bench outside that night. When I came back next day, I found out that I was a slut.

The same year, everytime I was at work men I worked with proposed me sex, blowjobs and such. Every day. For a month. Even when there were other people present. They didn't care.

A few days ago an old lady saw me smoking outside my apartment. "How old are you?" she asked, and I replied "19". "And you're already smoking? That's very bad of you".

What she doesn't know is that I have trouble with coping. I have to take pills to sleep, otherwise I'm to scared to close my eyes. I have to take pills that numb me so I can control the urge to kill myself. If anybody tells me again that victims of sexual harassment are overreacting, I will fucking lose it.