#how the fuck is that working up a sweat my nigga?

[sigiuks]

is considering jacking off to be a sport one of the COVID symptoms

Art creds:

wp_38_mayonezx (on Twitter)

vv3spa (on Twitter)

karonnnnn02 (here on tumblr)

[dilfl0v3rss]

stiletto’s

summary: basketball player!ony unknowingly gave his teammates a sneak peak of what life was like at home with you…

cw: smut, back scratching, cuts, mentions of blood/bleeding, ony picking on underclassmen

word count: 1.3k

“fuck man what happened t’you?”

the chuckles and gasps of his teammates made ony’s face full with confusion as he turned around from his locker. they had just finished a hard practice, the events from the past three hours leaving each of the men with glistening wet bodies as they cooled off and changed into their regular clothes.

for some reason, ony’s back has been acquiring a slight sting as the drills got more and more intense. constant sentences of “you good o?” and “do you need to see a trainer” were thrown his way by his coaches as everyone watched the star basketball player’s body move uncomfortably in his practice jersey.

“i’m good coach, jersey just scratchin me a lil” he replied before continuing on with his workout, ignoring the prickly pain for the remainder of the practice.

as he reached the locker room, ony made quick work of removing his “itchy jersey”, sighing as his back was instantly relieved from any discomfort. his sigh brought the attention of the second captain, and his good friend, eren.

“fuck man, what happened t’you” he chuckled, drawing attention towards the head captain as the rest of his teammates began to laugh. “ooouu”’s and “oh shit”’s began to be released all over the locker room as ony just stared at everyone in confusion. “fuck y’all laughing at?” he mumbled, a smirk growing on his face as he turned around fully to see what was funny. “you look like you got attacked by some typa animal or sum” one of his teammates said, making the darkskin male even more confused as he looked himself over repeatedly.

“what you mean, i’m bleeding or sum?” as he spoke, his dark eyes raked up and down his front, checking his arms and the back of his legs as well to try to understand what they were talking about. eren rolled his eyes in annoyance, grabbing his friend by the shoulders before walking him towards the toilets. “look bro” he mumbled before turning ony’s back towards the mirror for him to see.

his jaw nearly touched the ground as ony realized the reason for his pain earlier. there were scratches on top of scratches all over his back. the red, wounded skin probably getting irritated by his sweat and the feeling of his jersey rubbing against it during the practice. “oh shit” he mumbled, earning laughs all around the room as he looked at the different marks he had. “ion know if i should be happy or concerned furreal. i just know your girl be fighting for her life”

ony rolled his eyes at his friends comment, lightly punching his chest before making his way back to his locker to finish changing. “man that girl is fine. and for the three little niggas in the back that think ion know you be in her dms, talking about how you ‘don’t understand what she see’ in me.” as he spoke, he made sure to make direct eye contact with the three freshman boys that have been going to war in your dms, the three of them staring back at him with wide eyes as they tried to hide behind each other. ony just smirked, his pearly white teeth making an appearance as he continued on with his statement.

“let this be a little taste of one of the many things she ‘sees’ in me, and until you get a shorty to see that in you, stay out my wife phone.” the locker room erupted with laughter. some of his fellow upperclassmen clapping while others dapped him up. the younger men gave their friends sorry looks before carrying on with getting dressed, embarrassment running through them. after things began to quiet down ony make quick work of throwing on his nike tech, without a shirt since the tight fit would irritate his back, and his pajama pants before heading towards his car, the previous nights events replaying in his mind as he drove with a smirk.

“ohmygodohmygod i can’ttt!” you whined, your arms wrapped securely around your boyfriends neck as he pounded you into the wall of your bedroom. ony’s wide hands were spread on the bottom of your thighs, his deep voice caressing your ear as he fed you all of his inches. “can’t what mama? can’t watch y’mouth or can’t take this dick?” his hips moved harder, your pretty brown eyes loosing focus as you screamed out at the newfound angle he was fucking you in. your eyes began to water with salty tears as you tried your best to take everything he was giving you, “n-neither.”

ony moved his head from the crook of your neck, giving you a dissatisfied look as he tightened his grip on your thighs. “don’t play wit me….not when i can easily have you like this.” at the sound of his last word, ony pulled your legs up a little higher, opening you up more for him to lightly graze your cervix. you wailed at the feeling, fat tears sliding down your cheeks as you began to run your stiletto nails down his broad back. ony payed the action no mind, hips never faltering as he continued to pound into you. “okay okay okayyyy m’sorry furreal now pa” your quick change in attitude brought a satisfied smirk to your lovers face, his brown lips parting as he brought them back to your neck.

“thas my good girl. you too pretty t’be doin allat cussin, right baby?” your walls fluttered at the sound of his voice. the words sliding off his tongue were like butter and you couldn’t help but reply, your words coming out whiny and broken as you tried your best to hold in your release. “s’r-right daddy” you pushed out, it took all of your focus just to say two words and your boyfriend could tell. by the way you were gripping and scratching his back, squeezing your thighs in his hold, and clenching your walls around him ony could tell that all it took was a couple more thrusts to have you cumming all over him. and since you realized your mistake he had no problem letting you.

ony finished his assault on your neck, his lips leaving dark purple marks all over the sensitive skin as he moved his face towards yours. low brown eyes staring into glassy rolled ones as your man slowly stepped from the wall. he moved towards the bed, never missing a stroke as he laid you down on the silk sheets. he left it to you to wrap your legs around him while he fucked you and you instinctively did so, stoking you deeply at a steady pace. “oh my g- ony m’gonna cum…y-you’re gonna make me cum” your eyes welded at the feeling, mouth hanging open in a silent scream as you dug your sharp nails into his back, dragging them down his dark brown skin.

“let me have it ma, cum all on this dick wit that pretty pussy” at his words you broke, tears falling from your eyes as you let everything go. your vision blurred and your body tightened, nothing but broken whines leaving your lips as you came. ony finished at the same time, sinking deeper and deeper into you as he released his hot, sticky ropes into your walls. “thas my good girl”

a devilish smirk was on ony’s face as he drove now, his dick twitching in his pants as he thought of you. the way you’d moan his name, the sight of your pretty eyes practically begging him to give you all he had, the feeling of your milky white stilettos running down his back. ony couldn’t stop himself from picking up his speed as he drove, one hand holding the steering wheel in a tight grip as the other palmed and rubbed his aching dick. he couldn’t wait to get home and do it all again.

[sunrisesfromthewest]

Playing Hard To Get Pt 2

Summary: The aftermath of the club left you bruised, agitated and with a little more pocket change. Although you didn't get exempt from completing your report......you're not exactly by yourself when everyone excepts you and Armando leaves to go home.

Warnings: Guns | Rated R Words | N-word used | Suggestive language and actions

Previous Part: Pt 1

Thanks for the Armando pictures @yeahnohoneybye 💓💓

Watching multiple women walk out the back had everyone on their toes as they didn’t see you among them, but hearing one of the dancers say something along the lines of how BP was about to go crazy had Armando alarmed.

Beckoning one of the women over he sees her glance at her friend with a smirk before walking towards him with a sway.

Acting as if he was interested, he lets her dance a bit before questioning her about all the girls coming from the back.

“You see that pretty thang from earlier perform.”

Humming he waits for her next reply, hands practically itching to push her off of him.

“BP likes to get a taste from newcomers but don't worry about that baby we can have our own fun as well."

Before he had time to even react to her words, gunshots go off causing the whole club to erupt in chaos. Pushing the girl away he quickly pulls out his gun from underneath his shirt and head towards the dressing room.

“What the hell was that!” Rafe yells over the still loud music and screams of the once vibrant club patrons.

"Sounds like it came from the back room!" Armando responded.

Shooting a few bodyguards, he hops onto the stage and runs towards the direction that you exited through a few moments earlier.

Gun drawn he walks through the short hallway, senses heightened from the adrenaline pumping through his veins.

"You one brave Bitch to think you could just pull a gun on me!" Big Papa shouts, keeping a tight hold on your bruising wrist as he fights against you.

Turning the corner, Armando entered the room just as the suspects manages to backhand and disarm you. Falling back into the wall vanity, you groan at the stinging sensation from the impact.

"Don't you make a fucking move!" Armando ordered, shifting his gaze between you and the suspect.

"OH, I see now your ass five-o!" he growled, keeping your gun trained on you as the other entrance opens to reveal the squad entering with their guns aimed at the man.

"Put the gun down, you don't want to add more to your charges or worse leave out of here in a damn body bag!" Mike insisted, moving forward a few steps.

Reaching out a hand behind your back, you pat the hard surface in search of a weapon to defend yourself.

"Nah y'all pigs done came in and fuck up my joint and you think a nigga leaving here in handcuffs......fuck that shit!" Raged BP as he tightens his grip on the weapon.

"Shit! This nigga finna crash out, we need to do something now!" Marcus yelled keeping his gun on the suspect.

Making eye contact with Armando, you see him widen his eyes and mouth no as you grab your discarded purse.

"I'LL SHOW YOU A FUCKING CRASH OU-" before he could finish you hit his wrist hard with your purse and slam your heels into his groin area.

Dropping the gun, he falls to his knees clutching his private, while cursing you out with a high pitch voice.

Lunging forward you grab your gun and press it against his sweating forehead, "WHO'S THE MOTHERFUCKING BITCH NOW HUH!"

Shifting your agitated eyes up you see all the men staring with a pain-stricken expression.

"Damn Y/N I ain't think you was gonna do all that!" Armando gulped, slipping handcuffs around the groaning suspects wrists.

"What I have to work with what I got and plus he fucked up my weave!" you explained, removing your gun from BPs head to put on your silk robe.

Arriving at the precinct, you sit down in your chair and place your sparkling heeled feet on top of your desk. While setting your small tote in your lap to double check that no money didn’t fall out after using it as a weapon.

"Y/N I can't let you keep that." Rita stated walking over to you to collect the money for evidence.

"Come on Rita, the man messed up my hair and I'll consider this as compensation y'all know my beautician isn't cheap!"

Laughing Kelly steps in,“Hey! Y/N put that work in on that pole, she deserves every penny!"

Muttering thank you; you continue to count your money while smacking Rafe's hand away as he tries to steal a bill and pointing your heeled feet at Dorn's approaching form.

"Aye I'm just coming to collect that twenty you owe me.”

Smacking your lips you remove your feet from the desk and scoot forward to hand him his change, "Y'all bet not start that 'You owe' me mess, at least wait till I get my hair done."

"Only thing I want is you, baby."

Turning your chair in Armandos direction you give him a small glare as you watch him cross his arms while leaning against his desk with a smirk.

"Like I said tell that to your little work girlfriend."

"And Like I told you......I just did."

Moving away from his desk, he walks over to stand in front of your sitting form causing you to peer up at him with raised brows. Placing his hand on your arm rest he cages you in and leans his lips towards your left ear.

"Second warning, princess."

Shifting away from his warm looming figure, you gaze into his brown eyes and briefly peer down at his dangling chain.

"Those warnings don't mean nothing to me." you commented, leaning back some more to catch his reaction.

Blinking down at you Armando traces his eyes down your face, "You’ll learn after you receive your third one." he replied in a low tone, before standing back upright and walking back to his desk.

Shivering from his words , you glanced around to see the team gazing between you and Armando awkwardly.

"I thought we was still at the strip club for a second." Marcus mutters as he and Mike heads to the breakroom.

Right when you turn to your desk to start your report, you feel a bill being snatched from the stack in your hand and seeing a familiar tattooed form dash by had you growling out their name.

"Rafe! You luck my feet hurt to damn much to chase after you!" You shouted, quickly sticking your money into your bag and placing it into your drawer.

As time passes by you continue to fill out the information from tonight's case with tired eyes, everyone had already finished theirs and left......well except for Armando who was currently typing away on his computer.

Yawning you get up to walk towards the breakroom, bare aching feet being soothed by the cold tiles of the precinct floors.

Entering the room, you make a beeline straight towards the coffee machine and after pressing a few buttons you hop onto the counter beside it as the machine works it magic.

Closing your eyes you release a content sigh from the smell of the beverage beginning to waft through the air but while you take in this peaceful moment you failed to notice Armando's approaching figure.

Feeling hands brush against your thighs had you jumping and shooting your eyes open, only to relax a bit when you see Armando standing in front of you.

Running his hands down your exposed shimmering legs, he pushes them apart to stand in between them.

"Why you keep fighting against this?"

"Against what?" you asked stopping the movement of his tan hands, already feeling yourself becoming hot just from his simple touch.

“The possibility of us.” Armando answered, dragging you closer to the edge of the counter while keeping a soft grip on the back of your knees.

"I already told you before I'm not interested."

"You're saying one thing, but your body says another, mami." he remarked, moving his hand under your robe, and playful pulling at your thong strap.

Rolling your eyes, you try to scoot away from his overwhelming figure but his grip on your hips keeps you in place.

"What are yo-"

"Tell me if you want me to stop." he stated, cutting you off while pressing his front against yours.

"Arma-" before you could utter his name, your mouth drops open as he begins to press firm hot kisses down your exposed neck.

Mind becoming scattered you don't know whether to keep him close or push him away.

"Use your words baby.... let me know if you want me to stop." he muttered pressing his warm lips against your soft ones.

Digging your nails into his firm shoulders,he wraps your thick brown legs around his waist causing you to moan into the kiss.

However, the sensation of his hard covered member grinding against your thin thong had you pushing at his firm chest, "W -wait, Armando!"

Freezing his movements he sucks in a deep breath, staring you down hungrily while waiting for you to speak.

The nerves in your belly were going crazy from the way his intense dilated eyes trail down to your partially opened robe.

Looking back up he sees the dazed look on your face making him gently grab your right hand.

"Don't go quiet on me Y/N," he breathed bringing his lips to your bruised wrist.

"Tell me what's on your mind, baby."

Shaking away the lustful thoughts clouding your brain, you use your other manicured hand to move him back.

"You really wanna know what's on my mind?" you smirked, hopping off the counter and turning your attention to the coffee machine.

"Wouldn't have asked if I didn't." he taunted, rolling his lower half against your ass,resulting in you gripping the counter to prevent yourself from meeting his movements.

Wrapping his arms around your waist,he gives your flushed brown cheek a kiss and reaches a hand down to play with the strap keeping your robe together.

"Just thinking about how you went all day ignoring me and trying to make me jealous but the minute you seen me twirling on that pole you went back to begging." you commented, fixing you and him a cup of much needed coffee.

"Ain’t nobody was begging sweetheart,I was just simply returning the same energy you been giving to me." he growled ,extending his hand to grab the cup you prepared for him while releasing you from his hold.

"Oh yeah and what was that."

"Teasing me as if you want to take this to the next level but then acting like I'm just a 'colleague'. " Armando explained, keeping his eyes on you while taking a sip of the hot beverage.

"Oh, you're so cute to think that's how I tease." you added, heading back to your desk,no longer interested in drinking your coffee.

Following after you amused, he watches you log out your computer and gather your things.

Causing him to turn his attention to his own desk to complete the same motions.

Missing the sight of you sliding a certain piece of clothing down your glittering legs.

"If what you been showing me this whole time wasn’t your form of teasing then I can’t even imagi-”

Before he could finish, a soft material hits the side of his head making him freeze on the spot as his eyes land on your thong.

" See ya on Monday!" you purred, walking fast to the front of the precinct.

Snatching up the discarded thong and stuffing it into his pocket; he grabs his few belongings and quickly chase after your retreating figure with newfound desire.

"Your gonna learn to stop running from things you start, Y/N!"

Author’s Note🎙️:Hope you guys enjoyed I had to dig deep on Pinterest for that visual of Y/N stripper outfit😭 and I got carried away with typing a Mike Lowrey x reader one-shot😁.

Let me know if I should do one more part to this ⬆️.

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[laaailuh]

Best-friends Brother🕸️🕷️

╰┈➤PART 2

pairing: e!42 miles x black!reader

Warnings: light swearing

Summary: You were alone with your best-friends brother, something was doomed to happen right?

a/n: this idea came to mind randomly when I was playing gta

Miles exited his room, grabbing a glass of water but stopped midway when he saw you sitting on the couch. “Yo, need some company?” 

You looked up from your phone “Nah, im fine.”

He smirked “You know Kayla won't be getting off work until 10 right? Won't kill you to socialize a bit.”

“Im not in the mood, Morales.”

He put his glass down and sat beside you “You good Ma?”

Despite your close friendship with his sister, Miles was someone you could always trust and come to for advice. However, you’ve been looking at him differently lately, he was getting taller, more muscular and handsome. Nonetheless, you knew how much of a risk it would be to act on those feelings, so you tried to push them back for the sake of your best friend.

You shook your head “Some nigga been stressing me out and shit.”

Miles laid back on the couch “What, he ain't treating you right?”

You shrugged “He just be giving me mixed signals, wants me to meet up with him and then doesn't call me for days, like what?”

He scoffed “You too pretty to be dealin’ with that, drop him the fuck.”

You looked at him with a surprised expression, not expecting him to say that at all.

Miles smiled at you as he scooted closer “What? You don't think I find you attractive?”

You turned your head away, trying to hide the blush that was forming on your face.

“Nah nah nah, lemme see your face.”

You sighed, turning back to face him “Don't you have a game to get back to?”

He ignored your comment, his eyes looking you up and down “You know what's crazy? I've been noticing that you dress differently when you know im gonna be home. Like your hair would be done or you wear something more presentable than sweats.”

“Nigga please, you need to be humbled.” You responded knowing damn well he was right.

He let out a small laugh, “Ight whatever but I find it cute.”

As the silence lingered for a couple of minutes, it seemed like the both of you were leaning in closer towards each other, your faces only a few inches away.

“You know we shouldn’t….do this..”

Miles licked his lips “Mhm..yeah but we both have wanted to for a while mami..”

Fuck, he was right.

Just before things escalated, you both heard the sound of keys unlocking the door, causing you to move back to your original spot.

“My bad girl, my boss had me working extra hours like some slave.” 

Kayla looked at your face, acknowledging how red it was “Was my brother bothering you?”

“Nah, he wasn’t.”

[appleblueberry-pie]

What if reader goes to Miles house for the first time or meeting his mother ?

miles was extremely anxious. he's never been this nervous since a few years ago. you finally decided to come over to his house on some random after school day. thank fuck he cleaned up, but even then, he doesn't think it would be good enough. it could never be good enough for you. he just wants to impress you as much as possible.

that sounds so dumb coming from his head, but no matter what you do, he can't help but feel like a little kid again. his mom was out and the place was silent. it smelled like the incense his mom lit up earlier. the hallways were clear and empty. but his hands were still damp with sweat and he couldn't keep wiping his hands on the uniform or else there would be visible stains.

you kept complimenting the place. it just made him think there would be a for real moment where you'd just cringe at a mess or you'd find something he doesn't want you to find. just thinking of the possibilities makes his stomach hurt. his internal anxiety takes over and he steps in front of where you're walking to instead lead you to his room instead of you finding it on your own.

"my room's in here. but if you gotta use the bathroom or anything, it's around the corner." he points to the door and you politely decline, much to his annoyance. now he can't check for any of your 50 million drawings he has lying around. he averts his gaze for a second before nodding, a small 'ight' leaving his lips.

he almost hesitates opening the door before secretly peeking in before fully opening it. you both walk in, dropping your bags at the corner of the room. and once you begin looking around one side of a room, he takes the half second to swipe 6 actual detailed and finished drawings of your side profile underneath his blankets.

you like how much it smells like him in here. everything is so messy, yet neat. just like him. it compliments him greatly. you look at his work desk and see a lot of sketches of random things. and on his desk are a lot of cool looking trinkets that catch your eye. you smile to yourself before sitting on the bed.

miles cringes a little when you sit and he hears paper crinkle underneath the blanket. "i like it in here. you're way neater than other guy's room that i've seen." he raises an eyebrow at that and moves to sit next to you, ignoring the crinkling again. "you've been in other nigga's room before?"

you roll your eyes. "not for anything crazy. just projects or to meet family or friends." miles nods and tries not to be too distracted by the smell of your perfume. you smell so good. and you're sitting next to him. in his room. alone.

should he confess?

it's way too early to confess. you kick your feet, not knowing how to fill the silence. "soooo...should we start on the project." Miles stares at you for a little bit before nodding. "yeah." he moves to get his school computer in his bag.

[xxknockoutxx]

𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐏𝐈𝐌𝐌 𝟔

(𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐩𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝)

Ever since I started Bluelock my brain chemistry has changed. Who knew a anime that's 98% dude could be so fucking zesty💀 and hot may I add?.

I don't usually ship characters and especially males. My ships are based off of how well the two characters interact (obviously) so I don't ship things like Bakudeku😰. Kiribaku tho? (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧✧ʸᴱˢ

But it has come to my attention that this zesty ass anime has truly solidified itself into my heart. So let's just start off with some quick ideas and thoughts with everything ⏤͟͟͞͞✧𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐞𝐋𝐨𝐜𝐤

𝐘𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢 𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢🌀

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◌ Now I can't speak for everyone but I was unfortunately the one to stumble across Atlanta lock😭 The more that I look at Isagi's character it makes me realize this mf really is from Atlanta 💀 So now I can imagine isagi walking with you somewhere with this fit.

He's holding your hand or arm or whatever being a gentleman, making sure you're safe when walking through Atlanta because all of the damn crackheads (speaking from experience) 💀😭 you guys walk past a few cool places and then you stop at a place to eat (fontaine's oyster house 🤤) and he holds the door for you and a few other people and most people say thanks or whateva but then some dude just bumps into Isagi and nearly steps on his shoes.

Now that's fucked up so isagi being the gentleman he is just shrugged it off and was like.

❝Excuse you man.❞

But the dude turn around and he's like.

❝Tf you say to me bitch ass nigga?❞ Isagi turn around like.

❝Tf he say? Hol up bae❞now your boyfriend is scrapping with some hood dude outside of a seafood restaurant. 😭

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𝐌𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐚🐝

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◌ for Bachira I get super super yandere vibes from. Him like crazy vibes but under the assumption that he's normal I feel like he would be bffs with isagi still after bllk or even if they never went.

I used it as a joke in my smaus but bachisagi 3some? And I know how ship names work but just because Bachira's name is first doesn't mean he's the Dom 🙃

This dude had me screaming when I started bluelock and now that I keep watching I still love him but there's so many.... Men ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴘᴏᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴀʟ....

I still love him though<3 I just can't come up with much rn.

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𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐨 💸

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◌ I don't know why but recently this man has had me in a chokehold. I don't get it, when he was first Introduced I was like

"Oh he cute, he cute. Fans prolly ship the fuck out of him though." (And I'm not wrong)

And lately I've been THIRSTING over him. I imagine that he has little nightmares in the middle of the night about him and Nagi and he just wakes up yelling, covered and sweat and dramatically sticking his arm out in front of him like he can grab Nagi🥲

❝NAGI!!!❞

You just grab his arm and hug him like "it's okay baby it's just another nightmare. Nagi is okay he's probably just playing games again."

But besides his rocky relationship with Nagi, I also have some more... Uh... Spicer thoughts.

A dimly lit room, nice soft rain outside and your balcony curtains slightly open, letting some nice marine moonlight into the room. Despite the relaxing environment Reo had different plans.

Plans like fucking you hard into your bed and whispering the most possessive things in your ear after he saw you chatting it up with some of his former bluelock teammates. At a little get together that was hosted earlier today.

❝Fuck, you're all mine y'know that? My precious treasure. You only look at me, not Isagi, not Nagi, not Rin. Me.❞

You can't even get out any of the words you just mumble out a response and he continues his jealous and possessive attack on your cunt.

Or at least that's what I think..

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𝐑𝐲𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐢 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐮😈

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○He puts up the biggest front ever and he gets on your fucking nerves bad. He's literally your guard dog and he is happy to be treated like one. But are the same time his overwhelming physical presence is enough to make anyone freeze for a second.

Similar to isagi he has some thug in him but he looks like a fucking dumbass😭

Any prank you pull on him comes back to you 10x more. He's like...

❝I'm your cute kawaii Guard dog and I will protect you :3 But if anyone tries anything with you I'll break bone in their body and watch them bleed out and beg for mercy as they die. ❞

╚══════ ೋ♩ღ 😈 ღ♫ೋ ══════╝

𝐈 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐳𝐲 𝐬𝐨 𝐢𝐦 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟔.𝟓 𝐈 𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐬 🤔

[nejjirez]

" BABY SITTER <33 . "

req ☆ : Hi idk how many requests you got piled up lmaooo so don't feel pressured to get this out immediately if you can't but you should do a Miles 42! either fic or head cannon about how reader has to babysit, so instead of just going back home miles helps showing how he is with kids bc i feel like he's one of those ppl who swear they don't like kids but after a while he's drawn to how funny and aloof they are and the kids are drawn to his leave me alone personality

a/n: hii ! i wasnt rlly taking requests rn but this is soo cute so i decided to give yall this while working on this big story i have for yall , ALSO SORRY FOR CUTTING OUT PART OF UR REQ , IT WAS TOO LONG BUT ENJOYY

miles = dark purple you/nari = pink

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"aaaa ." you heard mayday say as you played with her , handing her a doll that she seemed to like , making her face light up as she giggled with excitement . "aww , youre so cutee" you said , you were getting baby fever over mayday , she was so cutee

you heard a knock at your door , turning your head to it and raising an eyebrow , it was 11:03 pm and you were home alone babysitting , who could possibly be at the door?..

you were slightly scared , this wasn't your first time being home alone but it was damn sure the first time someone has knocked on the door. It wouldn't have been your mom .. she would've used the key.. who was this??..

you got up and looked out the peep hole hesitantly to see a boy with two cornrow braids , a dark purple hoodie , some grey sweats , and some jordan 4s on. Nevermind you knew who this was ..

you chuckled a little to see miles at your door at such a late time , you opened it and looked up at him tilting your head in confusion. "why is u here at..11:03 pm?.." you weren't surprised he was here , but at this time?? he never comes this late .. "i couldnt sleep ma u mind if i stay over for the night?" you glanced at the bag in his hand which probably held all the things he needed , except for what was already here. some of his overnight stuff was here due to him staying overnight alot.

"mm.. lemme ask my mom first but for rn js come in " you opened the door so he could step in , and when he did him and mayday locked eyes making his face turn up while mayday giggled . "you aint tell me .. this ... was here .." his words traveled off as he slowly looked at you wit a stank face (sassy nigga life style..)

im sorry .. im rushing this kinda.. time skip . 30 mins .

while you were in the kitchen cooking some food for you , mayday , and miles , you peeped into the living room to see what mayday was doing and a smile formed across your face at what you saw. miles was playing with mayday , looking pretty happy himself as he tossed the ball back and forth to her cheering her on to catch it.

you took out your phone to take a picture , but when you went to take it you forgot your flash was on .. womp womp. miles shot his head towards you after seeing the light from the flash flood the room for a split second , glaring at you.

"nari." he tossed the ball back to mayday , her still happily giggling in excitement. "my bad .. thought u didnt like kids?" u crossed your arms , grinning at a statement that miles had made not too long. "shut up , she looked lonely" miles was fucking HORRID at making excuses and it rlly showed ..

taglist: @hiimayee @gw3ndyswonderland @444morales @all444miles @marci-jean @spiderheartzz @nokkihy

[real-hot-grl-shi]

Pls bro, if you any Miguel or Hobie….

TALL BUFF WOMAN Y/N WHO TOWERS OVER THHEEEEMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I need it.

PLESEESASE

Tysm for the request!! 🫶🏾 And you're spidersona is so cuteeeee !!!!!! 🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

Hopefully I can make this as accurate as possible bc I am short and my arms are like sticks lol 🫶🏾🩷

• !! atsv w/ a muscular & tall !f s/o !!

• !! characters - Hobie Brown, Miguel O'Hara

• !! Red line - nsfw !!

• Written for poc/black reader but anyone can read !!

• Warnings !! nsfw, f!dom m!sub, overstimulation, Miguel being a brat, hobie being a sweetheart.

• !! Hobie doesn't care how tall you are, his ass will still treat you like his girl. (Despite the fact that you pick him up like a sack.

• y'all always go to the gym. Always. For him it's because he's spiderman, and for you, it's because it's your hobby. Y'all are always trying to add more weights to the holders. (You won lol 🌹)

• you're the big spoon. Most times.

• just because you're taller and significantly built than him, doesn't mean that he won't blow your back out.

• doggy style and reverse cowgirl is his favorite positions when he dominates you, but when he's on the submissive side, full on cowgirl.

• remember, he doesn't believe in consistency so one night he could be making you scratch his back, moaning and screaming like a banshee from his dick and another night he could be whimpering and groaning from you riding him like a damn pony.

• he ADORES when you're dominant. Your soft but rough hand fully wrapping around his twitching and leaking dick while you're over him smirking down at him with a vibrator rubbing right on your clit, giving him an amazing view.

"L-luv... you're so beautiful!!- F-fuck!! Baby!!"

• you pick him up bridal style whenever he complains (or sometimes asks) after a hard mission. "Luv can you pick me up---!!" You sweep him right off your feet.

• nigga looks for any type of physical touch from you wether it's hugs, kisses, hickeys, hand holding, small snuggles, you name it !!

• in conclusion, he's such a damn baby for you and he'll do anything for any comfort from you 😌

• !! Miguel is so damn confused.

• How the hell can you be taller than him??? He's 6,9!!!!!

•Mentally throws a fit whenever you bend down to kiss him or pick him up like a toddler.

• Secretly likes it though.

• wait no fuck that he loves everything you do.

• seeing you wipe off your sweat after a hard mission or hard work at the gym to you smothering him with kisses.

• he loves you. And you love him. 🩷🫶🏾

• and his favorite position is cowgirl. Break his back and his legs grl 🧖🏾‍♀️

• y'all thought he would be dominant? Mhm, bro is pinned on the bed, whimpering and choking on every other word that he says from the amount of overstimulation you have gave this man. His dick is twitching rapidly, while he's almost drooling from the pain and pleasure.

• "P-Please!- ride me!! Just let me- *hic!* cum!!"

• You'll let him eventually.

• he might have a mommy kink.

•bro is bruised and ruined with hickies and scratch marks from when you rode his face like a fucking horse.

• and did I mention he uses his teeth sometimes when he's in the ocean? 😼

[yemmaiiii]

His spoiled baby~ ☆ﾟ.*

Borou x black!reader

You and Barou had been arguing for at least a good 10mins he wouldn’t let you go to a party you had been waiting to go to for weeks .. you asked him days ago he agreed only if he came along but of course, coincidently he had plans that day

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“Barou you know how long I wanted to go to this party.!” You said crossing your arms pouting

“I know mama but I have somewhere to be I don’t want you going alone baby” he sighed out staring at the way your reveling outfit hugs your curve body

“plus I don’t want anyone looking at what’s mine” a smirk appears on his face you rolled your eyes at him and walked away irritated

“you always do this” you whisper “what was that?” He called out while smacking your butt watching the way it jiggled you.

woke up with wet kisses on your face you groaned still irritated at Barou

“you leaving me..?” You said staring up at your pretty boyfriend “yeah I’m sorry pretty I’ll be back before you know it” he rubbed your check and kissed you good bye

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You hopped into your homegirls car not to long after your boyfriend left the house no way were you going to let him ruin your plans to have fun “girl I’m happy you came in all but didn’t ya nigga say no..?” Your friend said staring at you “bitchhhh never mind him but peep the outfit tho”

“ ain’t this ya girl?”

Rensuke said while passing his phone to barou who was smoking a blunt ..it was a video of you shaking your ass while different guys were smacking your ass he was already a bit pissed and stressed so this made him more irritated he gave the blunt and phone back to Rensuke and walked towards His car ready to blow on you

….Barou walked through the crowds of people till he saw a group of people in a circle when he walked through the group he saw you throwing your ass your panties were revealing and your homegirls where hyping you up…….he grabbed you and dragged you out the the party

“Barou…?” You said “shut the hell up” he sighed

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It was silent….

“I knew I spoiled you to much you can’t listen to me one fucking time..?”

He griped the steering wheel glancing at you time to time .. “hm? You gonna ignore me ma.?”

He slapped your thigh making you flinch “Barou…I just really wanted to go..” he glanced at you again clenching his jaw

“im not that mad at you for sneaking out baby … it’s just that you let other men touch what’s mine” he yelled out

“when we get home take all that shit off I spoiled your ass way to damn Much”

you walked into the house and Barou followed “seems like my punishments haven’t been working hm?” He took his finger and held your chin up “Barou….I’m sorry” he grinned

ear to ear “really ma?…it doesn’t seem like it..” he smudge your lipstick “you look so pretty it’s ashame that I have to mess you up…” he frowned

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“Faster mama”

he said in a raspy tone not leaving eye contact from your drenched cunt “ah~f-fuck Barou”

just hearing his voice made you wanna come on the spot you rubbed your clit faster biting your lip “Barou I-it’s not enough”

you cried out “hm..?my baby is so greedy here .. if you can cum from just your fingers I’ll consider giving you my cock” he laughed out he knew you could never cum from your own fingers

He pulled out his long thick vainy cock from out his sweat pants hitting his stomach “is this what ya want baby..?”

You excitedly crawled towards barou thinking he gave you some mercy and would finally fuck you “sit your ass the fuck down” he said

“what you thought you was getting my shit?” He laughed “you got a lot of work to do I still haven’t forgave you…” he smirked

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[thatwasntverycashmoneyofme]

𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖾

❥𝗌𝗇𝗂𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗍 : 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖺 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗌𝗉𝗂𝖼𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖾 (𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍 + 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄)

{ 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 — 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖼𝗈𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗒 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗎𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖽, 𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖾 𝗌𝗇𝗂𝖿𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖺𝗅𝗎𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌. }

roommate!Alucard you’re barely even acquainted before you met. He was just a friend of a friend, but he doesn’t bother you, doesn’t take your stuff, he has no randos coming in and out, and he gives you a little more than his half off the rent.

(you obviously let him know and he just nods and scurries away). You set the money aside for if he wants it back or if you need a repair for the place, and just go on your way and you question to yourself and you friend.

“Soo he’s weird because there’s nothing weird about him?? How does that work y/n?” You sigh frustrated. “That’s just the thing! I feel he’s not there at all like a fuckin ghost or something.” The strawberry blonde haired girl sighed dreamily.

“I wish I had a damn ghost that pays more than half the rent money instead of Trev who just lounges about, you wouldn’t see me complaining.” You pick up a carton of eggs making sure they’re not cracked. “You’ll complain about almost anything.” “Alright I’ll give you that but if my rent was handled I wouldn’t be complaining about that.”

You hum offhandedly, heading to check out. “Aye I know him okay, and yes he’s weird but he just never really had a lot of or any friends, but if you really feel in danger call and you know I’m right there okay?” “Yea I hear you, but lemme call you later, finna go home with these groceries.” She hangs up telling you to get home safely.

You walk into the air conditioned apartment not hearing or seeing anything out of the ordinary as you place the bags on the kitchen island and head to your bathroom. You pause seeing the light luminating underneath the door, your anxiety shoots up try to think if you left it on before you went to get groceries.

‘Fuck it.’ You mumbled under your breath, grabbing the metal bat hidden behind your door, tiptoeing across your room to your bathroom. You rose your elbow that held the bat outstretching your foot pushing open your door, a scream fell from your lips as the sight in front of you shook you to your core.

Your roommate locks eyes with you, a shocked expression on his redden face as you see cum erupt from his unexpectedly large dick, he struggles to hold in a whine. When you finally pull your eyes away from his lower region you notice he’s sat on top of your toilet, a pair of your underwear balled into his fist right up under his nose, his neck bloomed a fiery red as his pupils shook.

You could see tears filling his waterline as you slowly back up, gripping the bat tighter. “What the fuck dude!” “I-it’s not what it looks like I ca- I can explain!” He stood up fixing himself up placing your panties in his sweats pocket not being discrete at all.

You narrowed your eyes at him tilting your head. “Nigga!! Are you serious?! I knew you were a fucking weirdo!” He steps towards you freezing in place when he saw your grip tighten around the weapon, he fell to his knees his hands in a praying motion blonde hair draped down his shoulders, pale yellow eyes flooding with tears at this point.

“‘M sorry ‘m sorry. Please let me continue to stay here! Don’t kick me out! Don’t tell Sypha.” You sigh looking to the left letting out a puff of air before cross your arms, relaxing the bat in a way where if he tried something you had a good enough grip for the hits to be effective.

“Soo how many times have you done this?” He pouts his hands in fists in his lap as he looks away a steaming blush coated his face. “ALUCARD?!” He looks at you and you can see the tear stain lines on his cheeks.

“A few times… for the past three months.” You paled fisting the bat. “Do you come in here when I sleep?” He furrows his eyebrows waving his hands frantically. “No no never! Just when you’re away or taking a while to get back home.” Your gut felt weird a mix of disgust, pity, and something else that you refused to acknowledge.

“I won’t kick you out Alucard but never come into my room again. Do you understand me?” He nods his head so hard his neck could’ve flown from his shoulders, you tsk throwing your bat on your bed picking up your purse heading back to the store.

Burying that unwanted feeling deep in your gut, you shake your head freeing yourself of those thoughts, your face heated. “Finna buy me some new damn locks.”

𝗌𝗉𝖺𝗆 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗌, 𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌. 𝖣𝖮𝖭𝖳 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗅, 𝖼𝗈𝗉𝗒 𝗈𝗋 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾. ©𝖼𝗂𝗍𝗒𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖺𝗅

[sigiuks]

preview of edit. i wasnt gonna post this but i find this too hilarious not to... pls laugh. PLEASSEEEEE

would you guys still love me if i pasted the whole ”would you guys consider jacking off to be a sport” copyasta in the hashtags 🥺

full edit:click on me pllss nghh

i was gonna say the edit isnt fully cooked yet, but i think i overcooked (the preview of it-where i try to make it less visible), and by that i mean is now it look deepfried..

art creds(that i have currently(im searching-for others because i just saved drawings without remembering the artists users beforehand): @/karonnnnn02

[1l-ynn]

Open (say it like that)

Previous, Next

Hoping I'll never find out that you're anyone else..

It was a hard day at school, like no other. But today might've been the worst. Today in science your teacher announced that you would be working in pairs for a huge power point presentation worth half of your grade. Now this would be okay if you were working with your friend or even alone! But you're not. Instead you're working with Mister (fucking) Morales, someone you've honestly had a crush on for months.

You guys have barely talked, but when you do it always leaves a funny feeling in your stomach. Which brings you to where you are now. You were an absolute mess. An absolute stuttering mess. Your hands were clammy, your leg was shaking, you kept slipping up your words; you looked like you were taking a shit. You swore your edges were coming up by how much you were sweating.

Girl pick yourself up..

Its best not to get you like this, because then ur spider senses act up. Its how your best friend found out you were Spider-Woman. And if it wasn't for her constant snickering from behind you, you would've lost it. Your webs generate organically so you were praying you wouldn't accidentally shooting him in the eye..

"You good?" Miles says. He had just got his hair done so he had chalk on his lineup and a durag was stuffed in his backpack pocket. He had a white button-up on paired with his blue blazer and no tie because lord knows he can't tie one for his life. He wore creme-colored pants and blue Air Jordans to match his blazer , and to top it all off you could see the chain peeking out from the collar of his shirt.

Oh damn.

"Yeah! Totally fine, why wouldn't I be?" You squeaked, the grip on your pencil hardened. You tried hard not to glance up because you knew you wouldn't be able to look away.

"Ion know, you look like you boutta through up." he said sighing a bit. "What's wrong? You don't like me or somethin'?"

Fuck.

"What?! What makes you think that.." Bitch you know exactly what's making him think that. So much for 'keep it lowkey.'

"Ion know you jus'.." he paused a bit before leaning back, stretching in the process. He looked at you up and down, his gaze made you nervous. LIKE NIGGA WTF U LOOKING ATTTT. "You look uncomfortable as hell.. did i do somethin'?"

You replied immediately, throwing your hands up in a surrendering position and waving them a bit. "No you did nothing! Its just, today's been weird.." you quickly made an excuse, you wouldn't be surprised if he didn't buy it.

Miles smiles slightly, lilting his head and squinting his eyes while looking at you once more. Your face was heating up, but its not like he would be able to notice. He raises his eyebrows and looks away while shaking his head ever so slightly. "Yeah whatever loca.." he mumbles before returning to his work. This leaves you smiling, immediately turning your face from him. He catches notice if this and smiles to himself..

"Nah nah, I see you smilin' so whatchu smilin for??" His eyes crinkled as a few giggles left his and you mouth.

"Nothing nigga, I ain't even smilin' for real!" you said ignoring the way your face burned.

"Nothing? Yeah okay stop hidin' your face then."

"Ion even know what ur talking 'bout at this point..!"

"Ma don't even-"

And before you could even blush at his 'pet name of choice, Miles was interrupted by the teacher, who looked pissed off by the amount and laughing and giggling coming from the two of you.

"Miles and Y/N do I need to separate you two?!"

A/N: This was so rushed at the end I honestly just wanted to get this out.. THIS IS SO BAD but i worked on it for days so long that I literally lost most of my motivation so im very very sorry

[wattsog]

Character Dev 001

LA Task: Part One

PART 1: THE BASICS

What is your full name?

- Taron Quentin Lowe

Where and when were you born?

- Los angeles, California. 9/9/1989 -

Who are/were your parents? (Know their names, occupations, personalities, etc.)

- Mother: Christina Lowe: She was a teen mother, kind of green, now as an adult she's very sweet. Me and my daughter are her pride and joy. She's a phenomenal cook, very giving, unemployed since I've made it big. But I don't mind taking care of it.

- Father: Idk

Do you have any siblings? What are/were they like?

- I'm my mother's only child. I don't know who my father is, I could possibly have siblings and not know.

Where do you live now, and with whom? Describe the place and the person/people.

- I live in an estate in los angeles estate. Big to showcase everything I never had coming up, and everything I always wanted. A home for my daughter to always come back to if she needed to. A home gym, multiple walk in closets etc etc. I don't like speaking too much on what I have, never know who's watching and wanting.

What is your occupation?

- I'm the founder of popular network called Nowthatstv. Which is pretty much taking people, los angeles based people for the most part. Showing their real stories, real reactions, and real beefs with one another. I'm also the ceo of watts management where I manage them talents that come onto our network and find ways to give them more exposure than before. The network is expanding, since it's been around for 4 ears now. We just recently added full on movies, and also pay pwer view.

Write a full physical description of yourself. You might want to consider factors such as: height, weight, race, hair and eye color, style of dress, and any tattoos, scars, or distinguishing marks.

- I'm 6'4, black and puerto rican, 220 pounds, plenty of tattoos that covers scars, war wounds, and other marks I've encountered as a child. Deep dimples, soft jet black hair, facial hair wise.

My daughter keeps me up on whats trendy, other wise I'd wear sweats all damn day. I consult with stylists as well to keep me in the loop because frankly, a nigga can't dress. If it was up to me I'd wear sweats, chucks, and a beater.

To which social class do you belong?

- Upper Class Class -

Do you have any allergies, diseases, or other physical weaknesses?

- Allergic to penicillin, amoxicillin

Are you right- or left-handed?

- Right-handed -

What does your voice sound like?

- I've been told my voice is calming, there's a strong los angeles accent but it's still calming, until angered, then its loud but deep, can easily vibrate a quiet room.

What words and/or phrases do you use very frequently?

- Lets reassess this. Is that the smart thing to do? My baby girl.

What do you have in your pockets?

- Car fob, black card.

Do you have any quirks, strange mannerisms, annoying habits, or other defining characteristics?

- Drumming my fingers against the desk while thinking. Completely ignoring whoever is around while in deep thought then asking "huh" after im done thinking. Punching whatever is near by when angered. Never checking text, but checking emails. Showing my daughter the nicest version of myself no matter what I'm thinking, feeling, or going through. Waving someone off when they catch me genuinely smiling. Shouting during a good scratch.

PART 2: GROWING UP

How would you describe your childhood in general?

- My childhood wasn't really a childhood. I was taken away from my mother when I was really young, gave back to her, neglected some more, and by time I was 10 I was already putting in work to build my own name in the streets.

What is your earliest memory?

- Probably social services snatching me from my mother. I was back after a few months. But I remember being ripped from her arms, it was fucked up.

How much schooling have you had?

- I barely graduated high school but I did it. If it wasn't for my daughter I wouldn't have went back.

Did you enjoy school?

- It was cool, especially when they had that lil section where I can drop the baby off and go to school. I was the only male who had to utilize it, so it got me so much ass.

Where did you learn most of your skills and other abilities?

- The streets.

While growing up, did you have any role models? If so, describe them.

- A nigga from my hood named Black. He taught me the ways of the street, how to provide for fam, and how to look at the people in the hood like fam too.

While growing up, how did you get along with the other members of your family?

- It was just me, my mom, and my little brother. After a while I became the provider. So our relationship was pretty decent because they knew I was the one bringing home the money by time I was eleven or so.

As a child, what did you want to be when you grew up?

- I knew I wanted to be a boss as a child, I just remember wanting to be an OG mostly.

As a child, what were your favorite activities?

- Probably stealing cars, boosting, or working out.

As a child, what kinds of personality traits did you display?

- I was always trying to prove myself as a child, trying to overcompensate because I was small in stature. I spent most of the time as a child trying to impress my older friends.

As a child, were you popular? Who were your friends, and what were they like?

- I didn't really have many years of childhood. I was involved in gangs by the age of 10. Most of my friends were older kids already in the gangs.

When and with whom was your first kiss?

- I can't remember. Probably my child's mother.

Are you a virgin? If not, when and with whom did you lose your virginity?

- I honestly don't remember the first time I had sex, or who it was with. I used to get around.

PART 3: PAST INFLUENCES

What do you consider the most important event of your life so far?

- The birth of my daughter.

Who has had the most influence on you?

- My daughter, just her living and breathing always makes me want to make the best decision not only for me but for her.

What do you consider your greatest achievement?

-Queen Lowe

What is your greatest regret?

-Probably laying hands on my father before he passed away.

What is the most evil thing you have ever done?

-Probably withholding pay from some of the talent of the network for them ruining my set.

Do you have a criminal record of any kind?

- Yes, but I don't care to elaborate on it.

When was the time you were the most frightened?

- Getting shot when I was 17, thinking I was going to be there for my daughter.

What is the most embarrassing thing ever to happen to you?

- Being arrested for domestic violence just for pushing a young lady out of my way.

If you could change one thing from your past, what would it be, and why?

- I wouldn't wait so long to get out of the gang.

What is your best memory?

- The day I laid eyes on my daughter.

What is your worst memory?

- Losing my best friend to gun violence.

[theuniverseawakens347]

bc how long you gon wear this style - til it’s dry.. lol I get it it’s cute.. but what’s outfit and occasion - chilling at home or baes house… oh interesting doing the most to keep a man not to look at other bitch3s..but you showing me you want me to know you mental issues 24/7 on the loose just free roam doing… anything cardi b fashion… n like how often you not in make up while at home… sweat pants hair tied chilling w a full face on… yeah you work but home yo comfort so why you afraid to be naked… you sleeping naked builds confidence..but like yal gon build the confidence to have a baby w a nigga who just wanted a friends w benefits COOCHIE… yal can build blocks off that but again TRISTAN FUCKING CONVO - I’m heading you a long lasting business opportunity… but you leaving me alone to grow it and bossing me around like YOU know more - sharing our research but not listening to me… bc we both paid what we cud pay in putting this shit up.. sign giving me an engagement promise ring.. but handing me the box n running out the room - it’s cute.. you know it’s an engagement ring “ I thought it look good on you” - alright nigga you hurt I see that BUT WHY YOU NOT TALKING TO ME FOR THE LONGEVITY TO STICK.. - you treating me like side dick.. we gon break up and dip again in how many months now from the last time - you told me stop talking and I got a attitude.. nigga you just be saying weirdo hurtful shit FOR WHY - let me tell you bout yo self nigga before I bounce you not getting love you want til you pops n Paula age.. congrats. But you WANA cut a bitch off first to seem like the man.. yo cat n mouse games is immature as fuck - WE CHECK YO HURT BUT YOU DONT TALK ABOUT MY PAIN… IM ALREADY A WIFE .. you my fucking bad ass don’t listen imma do it my way kid. .. I’m good.

[fugazitn]

Shadow the Hedgehog

Hello all, I will say that I will stop cursing god cuz he/she/they fucking won. I've woken up the last 3 days with a 101 fever which is really bad for me specifically cuz my normal resting temp is 97 degrees (im cold blooded). So it is scary that you can be fine one day and then fighting for your life the next. I suppose since I never croaked I should be thankful for the chance to survive. I will not be, no fucking way I needed to wake up on Monday and be struggling to eat applesauce or even drink water. Meanwhile in my minds eye im like if i move faster than a centimeter a second im guaranteed to pass out and if i eat the wrong thing I knew it was coming back up. This is some terrible design, I plan on voting, I only want like 2 people to die (for good and valid reasons) and i never say bullshit like well my mother is gay or nothing I just take the bullet for when I fuck up in life so I expect boosted immune system or some shit when this is all over. Would I type up all of this just cuz im probably too sick to stream and want to talk to you all and think that I likely don't have the stamina to go back and forth within the discord? ..Yes but also I was already becoming slightly ill day by day and then I got a covid shot and a flu shot on saturday and to be Tian, that was the beginning of the end. I get it now. Naw I was mad illogical my whole sick episode. I was taking the style out of my hair because I just was having mad headaches due to the shit being mad heavy but I kept getting flashes of sakura cutting her hair with the Kunai. Being sick is some devilish work I tell ya. They even tried to put sakura against me like this gotta be what was happening in the old testament which had niggas tweaking trying to kill their own sons and was zapping bellies and making the pregnant. To experience some bullshit and to gain sympathy for those from a bygone era means that I am human. The really really really really funny part about all of this is that i finished my stream of shadow generations on sat and I didn't feel at 100% but i was at a cool 70% and like everyday after that I start at 25% and then slowly get to 60% by the end of the day. Shadow was created to help find a way to cure Maria how di he chaos control my sickness?? There's probably something deeper within this that can suggest being delulu is the solulu perhaps is a thing to look into. Ever since then i've been too sick to even ignore it therefore its impossible for me to get the delusional buffs. Dude like as I tried to work today, (I only was able to do a half day cuz naw), my body just decided to sweat like every 5 mins on a timer and it was so weird cuz it wasn't hot and it actively made my situation worse. I could feel the stamina leaving my body. The just Lock In Mantra was being combatted by involuntary actions coincided with imagery of crumbling self control. I have faith in my body when healthy but I am human like the rest of you. A faith easily tainted, a nightmare unharmoniously awoken from. I say all of this to say is that shadow is the most raw character ever to exist and if you get vaccines while sick it is extremely likely you will become and antivaxxer because I didn't think we made suffering like that no more to be completely honest. There's so many halloween things going on but im sick and I don't wanna spread it. I can't even take my cans up front I should probably be thinking about other things huh?

[poptart-productions]

LISTEN : currently thinking of a pussy drunk rockstar eren!

like he probably pulled you onstage in the middle of his band’s set—he couldn’t help it.

i mean—look at you,

clearly you had been dragged there by your friends, who were vying for his attention.

you were pretending to know the lyrics, awkward smile playing on your lips

your body was stiff, as you held down the hem of your skirt with one shaky hand.

your knitted cardigan occasionally sliding off your shoulders, only to be fixed by the girl beside you.

he just had to ruin you—like come on, now

if he doesn’t, then who will?

so yes, he interrupted his bandmates—imagine how tired they are—to get you up there

they sighed, but gave eren the floor nonetheless

he was clearly impaired, eyes half-lidded ; stupid smile on his face as he staggered closer to the section your friends were in

the crowd was shushed, sitting in anticipation of who he would choose.

once you got up there , his interest in corrupting you only grew.

he’d been waiting the whole set to get his hands on you ; and your first time with him was. . .really something

like i wouldn’t call it life changing but it was literally life changing pretty damn close

make no mistake , from many years on the road and the ‘experience’ that came with that made eren very talented.

but he was cold and unfeeling with ‘the lucky ones’ , fucking into them lazily, and only for his own pleasure—though they did enjoy themselves

and then he was done. nodding for them to leave, not really caring if he remembered their names or not.

but with you , as much as he tried to ignore it , he was infatuated with your entire being

the moment he slid in raw , and he felt you clench around him for the very first time,

he hung his head, “fuck. . .”

he came. immediately.

i don’t think i need to tell you that he got busy, so i’m just gonna show you.

“eren, did you—”

“—i know—shit, i’m sorry doll—i just. . .fuck” you blinked up at him , eyes lidded and face relaxed

he was so confident just moments ago , and all of a sudden he’s fumbling over his words

you’re left clenching around nothing when he pulls out.

you’re cold , and so you sit up in search of the warmth that eren so rudely took away

“where are you—“

“—not going anywhere.” he would lay you back down, placing a kiss to your navel , then to your stomach—not bothering to hide his smile at your giggle.

he placed another to your pelvis, and he stopped—looking up at you, “so pretty” he wasn’t sober to begin with but he genuinely looked high off of you—and he was ; your scent, the taste of your sweat, your essence hit him like a freight train—better than any drug or liquor.

“gonna have some more fun with you, doll. that okay?”

of course you gave him the go ahead ; suddenly, eren jaeger was interested in foreplay.

mans had never given oral in his life—and it shows—but he had enthusiasm.

“eren!” you would squeal , all your writhing would only bring you more friction

he would spit on your clit and watch it drip down before hastily chasing it up with his tongue.

nigga doesn’t give a fuck about sound level—he doesn’t get embarrassed , he’ll sit there and suck so loud while his bandmates stay in the venue ; they know damn well not to interrupt him

he would pin you to the couch—not caring about ruining the leather with either of your fluids

pause okay—listen! i’ve said before , eren is nasty,

so he’s utilizing spit—a lot.

if you’re uncomfortable with him spitting in your mouth , he’d probably beg you to do it to him,

“spit in my mouth—wanna taste. can you do that for me,” precum trails down his reddened tip, drawing all your attention—so he grabs your face, “hm? can you, doll?”

when you do, he might fucking moan ; it’ll be the prettiest shit you’ve ever heard in your life.

“fuck yes,” it was guttural—like it came directly from his soul

he was in control the entire time , but genuinely cared about your pleasure—yours was his.

“eren—“ you would scratch his scalp as he worked your through your eighth orgasm, everything felt like silk under your skin as you came down from your high.

eren licked his lips and pulled away

you thought he was coming up for air, only for him to press his lips to yours ; it was so soft—and something about it was oddly domestic , as if you were partners

and that kiss was your loving boyfriend making sure you were okay—giving you a moment to rest.

slaps your ass when you get up to switch positions. less in a demeaning way , and more in a possessive love tap kinda way

again—like i said , eren wants you to ride for as long as you want but he’ll have a lot of fun if you’re not good at it

“c’mon baby, it’s not that hard” like is deadass laughing like he’s just experienced the most excellent stand-up comedy set

chides you if you’re not confident enough but gets whiny when you threaten to stop

eren’s fucking huge , so if you struggle he’ll just kinda smile at you.

once you hit your stride he’s done for.

never once tells you to stop, even when you both are driven to the crest of overstimulation

y’all have been at this for hours, and when his manager comes to see what the holdup is—and why the guys are refusing to go inside the tour bus

the filthy sounds and the aroma of sex wafts into the air as the poor man opens the door.

connie is yelling , “FUCK—CLOSE THE DOOR”

finally , you and eren finished up ; he personally saw you home , and when he leaned over and kissed the corner of your lip you both knew that wouldn’t just be a one time thing.

sure enough , by next week , he was calling up for a round two

and so , your complicated relationship with eren jaeger began.

y’all want more of this au? all you gotta do is ask <3