#my shit was fuccckkked up

[backwardblackbyrd]

hey! i had an adverse reaction to a new mouthwash i bought last night! and i thought for sure i was going to die :) but i didn't!

[classyrbf]

MAKE THAT PU$$Y RAIN! — TOJI FUSHIGURO

SYNOPSIS...pornstar!toji makes you squirt for the first time on camera

INFO...pornstar!toji x fem!reader, full nelson position, squirting, recording, fingering, overstim, praise, degradation, pussy slaps, messy, dacryphilia, creampie, not proofread

OTHER...likes and reblogs are appreciated

“Oh my god!” You squealed, pussy squelching as Toji fucked you ruthlessly, his fat tip hitting your swollen g-spot over and over again. “Fuck, fuck! You’re so fucking deep!” You cry out, biting down on your bottom limp as you whimpered, tears pooling in your eyes from how good you felt, pleasure coursing through your entire body, making you feel like you were on fire.

His muscular arms held your legs back, locking his hands behind your head, leaving you in no position to run from the dicking down he was giving you. A filthy mess formed between where you two met, your juices coating length, dripping down his heavy balls. “Put that pretty on full view for the camera—nngh fuck!” He grunted, letting out a dark chuckle that sent a shiver down your spine.

“So fucking good—hah! Ah! Yes, yes, yes! Right here!” Your toes pointed as you eyes rolled into the back of your head, your brain going completely stupid, feeling your hungry pussy clench down on his cock. “Nngh!” You managed to open your eyes, jaw going slack as you stared into the lens, hazy eyes fixated upon the camera.

Your body rocked with each thrust, lewd moans echoing off the walls as your body went completely weak, mind blank. “Hah, Toji! Toji, I feel like I’m gonna squirt! Stop!” You begged. “Toji!” You mewled, clenching your eyes shut, toes curling.

“Let it out for me, wanna see you make a mess on my dick,” he growled, somehow managing to fuck you harder and faster, bullying his thick cock into your poor, swollen pussy. “Come on, baby. Fucking squirt for me! Show everyone how messy this pussy can get!” His thrusts are greedy, forceful, looking to drive your orgasm out of you no matter what.

“I’m cumming! Oh my—fuck! Nnngh! Hah!” Your pussy gushes clear liquid, soaking your thighs and Toji’s, some even getting on the camera in front of you. “Oh my god!” You cry out, tears streaming down your face. “Shit, shit, shit, so fucking good!” Your body is twitching in his hold, his thick length still stretching you out so deliciously it makes your eyes roll back once more. He was fucking you stupid at this point. That was the first time you’ve ever squirted and you can’t believe it was caught on camera for thousands—millions of people to see.

“That’s a good fucking girl,” he chuckles loudly. “Good job, baby. Pussy loves my cock, doesn’t it?” He breathed heavily, something primal awakening in him, wanting to make you squirt once more. “Give me one more, I know this pussy wants it,” he gruffly says.

“Nngh! Nngh! Gonna…cuuu—fuccckk!” Your jaw falls slack, eyes squeezing shut as you squirt for a second time, your body shaking violently. Toji pulled out of you, a clear stream shooting from your cunt. He let out a laugh, reaching a rough hand down between your legs to rub your puffy clit. “Ah!” You yelp, eyes shooting open to watch as he rubs your clit, getting every last drop out of you. “Tojiii!” You pout, reaching his hand because the overstimulation is driving you absolutely crazy. Your legs close shut, still slightly shaking.

Two of his thick digits slide into your cunt with ease, pushing up on your g-spot in a fast motion as he uses his one arm to hold your legs in the air. Without warning your squirting again, your back colliding with his chest as you fall back, so lost in pleasure you don’t care about a thing any more. “Atta girl, look at you,” he coos in your ear. His large hand comes down to spank your soaked pussy, making you twitch with each hit.

“More, more, please,” you murmur, biting at your bottom lip, batting your teary eyes up at him.

“More? Yeah? You turn into such slut when getting fucked stupid, don’t you baby?” He slides his fingers back into your greedy hole, your cunt squelching as he quickly moves his fingers against your g-spot.

“Yessssuuuhh!” Your nails dig into the skin of his forearm, toes curling again when you feel that familiar feeling in your lower abdomen build up. “Cumming! Hah!” Toji quickly slips his fingers out your cunt as you began to squirt, the pads of his fingers rubbing your clit in circles again, your juices spraying everywhere.

He unexpectedly lifts your hips up, a long down out groan escaping his throat when your warm cunt sinks back down around his cock. “Fuck, baby, pussy is so tight!” He moans, hips vigorously thrusting into you, wrapping his arms around your legs again to leave you in a helpless position.

“Nngh…Toji…ah.” You’re barely able to speak, your brain completely mush. You were addicted to the way he was making you feel, addicted to how he worked your body to do what he wanted. His hips slammed into your eyes, balls slapping against your clit as he chased his orgasm.

“Ah, you’re clenching, baby. That pussy gonna squirt again, huh?” He gritted his teeth, feeling his orgasm approaching as he moans grew louder and mixed in with yours. “Cum with me, cum with me—nngh, shit! Shit! Yes, keep squeezing me!” Thick spurts of his cum paint your walls, filling you up and making you warm inside. His cum trails down his length while he fucks it back into you. “Fuckkkk!” He groans.

Your squirt mixes with his cum, your cunt clenching around his length, sucking him back in. “Oh my goddd!” You’re screaming, tears streaming down your face. Toji pulls out of you, leaving you a panting, soaked mess, cum leaking from your hole. “Mmmp!” You whimper.

“Show the camera, sweetheart.” He spreads your legs wide enough so that a glob of his cum leaks out of you, slipping down to your ass. “Good girl.” He plants a kiss on your lips, walking off the bed to grab the camera, focusing it on you and the bed below. “Look at the mess you made,” he laughs, zooming in on the soaked sheets and puddles on the floor. “You even got it on fucking camera,” he chuckles.

“I’m sorry,” you giggle, still trying to catch your breath as you roll over in the bed, lying on your stomach. He swats your ass a few times, groping it before spreading it to get another view of your messy cunt. “Made squirt for the first time on camera, you know?” You lazily smile.

“Really?” He asked, surprised. “I know what I’m gonna title this video then.”

[reallychaoticwoo]

Can you do an ATEEZ reaction to their girlfriend squirting on them for the first time?

⛓️ Yess! Lord help me cause honestly the thought of this has me absolutely feral! 🤤🫠⛓️

✨️ Do It Again ✨️

❤️Pairing: Ateez x reader

📌 Masterlist

⚠️Warnings: MDNI 18+ ONLY!! cussing, squirting (obvs), fingering, oral (f receiving), face riding, thigh riding, unprotected sex (wrap it up buttercup!), dom/sub dynamics, use of pet names (daddy, sir, babe, baby, darling, my love, etc) rough sex, clawing, overstimulation, slight bondage, I think that's it but lmk if I missed anything 🖤

‼️This is purely for entertainment purposes and does not represent the idol(s) in any way‼️

🖤Please support your authors by liking, reblogging, or even just leaving a comment! I love interacting with comments and reblogs they honestly make my day. As always, I hope you enjoy!🖤

HONGJOONG:

His fingers buried themselves deep inside you for the 4th time tonight as your release washed over you (and him). His eyes widened and his once concentrated face morphed into that of a predator. "Oh sweetheart, you didn't tell me you could do that." Something between fear and arousal circulated deep inside you as you awaited his next words. "Oh I am going to have so much fun seeing how many times I can make you squirt for me, my love. I hope you're ready." His final word spoken just as his fingers entered your overly sensitive cunt for a 5th time.

SEONGHWA:

Your legs trembled and your back arched as you screamed, your orgasm rushing through you like never before. He lifted his face from your core, his pupils blown, and his face glistening. He chuckled darkly as he snaked up your body to meet your lips."Darling, did you know you could do that and didn't tell me?" You shook your head frantically, "N..No! I didn't know I promise!" He hummed to himself as he thought over your words. "Well, you made quite the mess. I suppose I won't punish you for it... IF my sweet girl can squirt for me again before I cum." He swiftly snapped his hips forward burying himself to the hilt. "Starting now." He said as he reared back and thrust inside again.

YUNHO:

He was balls deep in your cunt, thrusting hard and deep. His tip kissing your cervix with each snap of his hips. Your slick walls clenched around him as your arms gave out and you fell face first into the mattress. "Fuccckk I didn't know you could do that baby." He practically growled as he began picking up speed, his own release threatening to snap. "One more baby, give me one more please, fuck that was so hot!" His voice closer than before as he bent forward to whisper in your ear. His hand placed on the back of your neck pushing you further into the bed as his thrusts grew frantic. A few thrusts later and your release sprayed all over as his own was pumping deep inside.

YEOSANG:

His eyes were blown out as you bounced yourself up and down, your warm tight walls clenching down on his length as you chased your orgasm. Your head fell back as you bottomed out, euphoria washing over your body. He held you hips and bucked up into you, elongating your release. "Shit... shit that was so sexy." You smiled down at him as you slowly started moving your hips again. "If you can get me to do it again before you cum, I'll wake you up to head for a week. How's that sound Sangie?" He thrust his hips up into you once before answering "Sounds like a challenge I am going to enjoy either way baby. You're on."

SAN:

Your back was up against the wall and your legs hanging over his arms as he thrust into you with such primal force. You clawed down his back as you let go, soaking the two of you in your essence. He glared down at where your bodies met and smirked with nothing but pure sin in his eyes. "Oh, oh you've fucked up babygirl. Gonna make you do that again and again. Gonna take this cock all fucking night right princess?" You gulped, already fucked out, and managed to mumble, "Yes sir. Gonna take what daddy gives me." He resumed his brutal pace without warning before whispering in your ear, "Good girl."

MINGI:

Your thighs were straddling his face as he blissfully lost himself in your cunt. Out of all the things he loved, you riding his face had to be in the top five. A particularly sharp suck on your clit sent you over the edge as you tried to keep from falling forward. He did not let up as you squirted all over his face, his tongue hungrily begging for more as it lapped at your folds. Once you caught your breath you sat back on his chest. "Shit, oh my god are you okay Min?? I didn't know that was gonna happen!" He just smiled still drunk of your pussy before he answered, "Drown me again please, pretty please baby!" He didn't even wait for a reply before he grabbed your hips and moved you back to his face.

WOOYOUNG:

The thing about you and Woo that works so well is that you're both bratty as fuck. Although you both liked to test the limits, Woo almost always ended up on top and in charge. Tonight was no different. You laid back against the bed, hands tied to the headboard, your legs spread apart by a spreader bar, and Woo between your thighs with a magic wand grinning manically. You were so overly sensitive from the hour he'd been edging you that tears streamed down your face as you begged him to let you cum. And the second he said "Cum for me sweetie" your orgasm washed over you like a hurricane threatening to destroy your very existence. As you slowly came back to, your vision finally returning, you looked to Woo. His cheshire smirk only grew as he met your eyes before practically growling, "Do it again."

JONGHO:

You were feeling especially needy tonight. Rubbing yourself on his thigh as he tried to relax from a long day. "That's it baby bear, doesn't that feel good?" He asked as his hands moved in tandem with your hips adding some much needed pressure. "Y-yes..ssoo good.. gonna cum soon.." You moaned as you began to pick up your pace. You buried your face in his neck, needy whines escaping your lips as you slowly reached your climax. His hands moving your hips for you, slowly dragging you back and forth as your rode out your high. "Sweet baby bear, did you just squirt on my thigh?" You mumbled something incoherent. "Lay down baby. We're gonna go again until you do that on my dick, understand?" You nodded, chest still heaving as you laid back for him. "Yes please sir."

‼️TAG LISTS FOR GENERAL ATEEZ CONTENT ARE OPEN! I do also have tag lists for individual members if you like to be added to that.

[marblepasta-creepyhornet]

Usually don’t send requests, but since you asked: which creeps do you think would take psychic damage from a friend or partner who purposefully misuses slang? Just thought to ask cus I thought Ben would probably have a physical reaction and I think that mental image was funny lol ���

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Characters used: Ben, Jeff, and EJ, Tim

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BEN:

He’ll cringe. No questions.

Now, I headcanon Ben as a self-taught modern-day gamer in the creepypasta universe (as in he’s bought every modern day consoles and devices and has slowly learned the mechanics and is now an expert), he’s got a plethora of video games for all his devices, his PC, consoles, Nintendo switch, and even his old DS!

So imagine when he’s showing you a new game he got for his switch….

But then immediately regrets it.

As you were sat in his lap, watching him play, you just casually drop, “Wow, Ben! This game looks so litty on fleek, fam!”

MF hasn’t EVER put his hands on you, but he is now-

He pushed you off his lap and looked at you like you kicked a puppy!

“I…I can’t even look at you,” he’d be all dramatic, “I don’t know who that was, but I NEVER wanna see them again!”

You’d just be laying in the floor in a puddle of giggles.

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Jeff:

It would happen on a mission. You and Jeff were targeted with killing a family and to leave none of them alive!

So, let’s say the targets son was a bit more than Jeff bargained for, so you swooped in and had to save the day, managing to tie the kids arms behind his back, “GET FUCKING YEETED, SCRUBLORD!”

Radio silence.

“WHAT THE FUCK DOES THAT MEAN?!”

“What do you mean? Like, we gotta yeet him, you catching my driftwood, fam? No cap!”

At this point Jeff just rubs his temples and finishes off the target by stabbing him. His brain too absorbed in other things to try and decipher whatever you’re talking about.

Soon after you two left, blood stained and all, Jeff spoke up, “Please, never ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, talk like that again!”

“Alright fine! No need to get so hostile, we gucci lit” you finished off with finger guns and a sly chuckle.

“(N/N)!”

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EJ:

You were sick. Like, contagious sick.

So, per Jack’s orders, no leaving his infirmary only for the bathroom, always cough and sneeze into the elbow and not the hand, use tissues sparingly, wash your hands, and take showers to help alleviate headaches and open up your sinuses.

Unrelated, but don’t worry, he’s made sure his baby gets the best comfort, after all, he needs you well rested and feeling better! 🥺💙

It was around 8pm when he knocked on the door before slowly opening it, he was dressed in pajamas holding a bowl of soup, “Hi, love” He’d greet you with a smile, not wearing his mask, as a demon he couldn’t get sick and because he was comfy around you, “How’s my baby doing?” 😭

Of course you’d answer the same way every time, stating you were still sick, just like since the beginning of the week. 😔

“I made you some soup, I know it isn’t much, but it’ll help alleviate some symptoms, and you look like you’re freezing, baby” he’d say while handing you the soup.

You took a few bites of the noodle and a carrot piece, a small moan escaped your lips, “Fuccckk~ This shit is straight bussin’, Jack”

His smile that he had while watching you eat was replaced with one of confusion. “W-what?” 😩

You’d have to suppress a giggle, “What do you mean, ‘what? This soups straight bussin’”

He’d try to understand what you meant, trying to wrack his brain for any semblance of what the word could mean 😭

Overall, confused baby boi :(

Tim (Masky):

Masky angled the binoculars as he let out a low growl, watching as the group of targets were stationed at all access points. “Fuck.” He grumbled before lowering the piece of equipment as he turned to you and Hoodie. “This is gonna be a close call, they’re stationed at all points of access. Do you guys have your weapons?”

Hoodie gave Tim a firm nod as he pulled out his pistol from his hoodie pocket, Masky reached into his duffle bag and pulled out a rifle, cocking it. He was about to ask you when you suddenly grabbed the weapon.

“Whoa! This thing is so fire!” You’d say as you inspected it with awe. “Tim, bro! This gun so fire! This definitely screams ‘I have BDE but I’m not trying to make it a big deal’, you know what I mean?”

…

….

“What the actual fuck are you talking about?!” He’d ask in confusion and irritation, quickly yanking his rifle back from you, “And give me that!”

You let out a small yelp when it was harshly yanked from your hands. “Calm down, Timmy, on the DL you’re still on my DTF list frfr. No cap”

Masky silently sat the rifle down, gloved hands pinching the bridge nose of the porcelain mask.

Overall: disappointment, confusion and irritation.

[dylansjournalentries]

INTRO TIME! BECAUSE I WANTED TOO!!

FACTS ABOUT ME -

-- My name is Razzle. Nicknames are Vodka, Razz, Razzle Dazzle, Razzmatazz, Razzy, Razzberry, Blue Razz, WHATEVER THE FUCCCKK YOU WANNA CALL ME!

-- I use he/him pronouns. Very strictly. No they/them,, "they're so kewl.." shit. Pisses me off.

-- I'm a minor. but I love sexualizing myself.

-- I'm a nervous, anxious person.. only in person. But on the internet, I love acting not so stupid. I've been diagnosed with bpd and autism. IN MY RECORDS!!!!!!!

-- I'm a genuine nice person. Please, someone, somewhere.. Bmf.

INTERESTS; WHY IM ON HERE??? -

-- I love tcc. I've studied Columbine for 2 years now. It's been everywhere on my mind.

-- I love sh. I will possibly post or not. I will vent if I need to also. BEWARE!!!!!!! You have abilities to block it out, crybaby.

-- I love rock music. Anything. KISS.. TWISTED SISTER.. QUIET RIOT.. NIN.. ROB ZOMBIE.. OZZY OSBOURNE.. W.A.S.P.. ETC ! I ALSO LOVE METAL!

-- I might post my art. I'm not the best at drawing. I literally hate trying to draw. It's fucking annoying.

-- Writings. I might take in requests. I'll do any disgusting fantasy you got. (No I won't)

THINGS I HATE. -

-- Rude people. Shut the FUCK UP!

-- Annoying people trying to seek attention for no particular reason.

-- Pasta.

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Anyone be moots with me. Mainly Columbine lovers and TCC lovers. I need people to spam me I'm begging you.

[laos-soft-bunny]

Kuai Liang

(Pregnant reader, fem/she/her, ice play, NSFW, Kuai forms ice to use inside, lots of boob action. Kuai loves titties) marked mature and violence just in case.

Kuai's hands rested on your hips as he dragged his tongue down your neck, leaving wet, messy kisses along the path. His temperature difference made your skin raise as he held your hips in a passionate grip. You bucked your hips against Kuai's own hips, softly moaning as he left a mark on your neck. Your legs were thrown over his hips, digging into his back. Kuai had you panting softly as he moved his hands over your lower belly, his smile pressed against your collarbone as one hand slid between your spread legs, his fingers pressing right into the sweet heat. A low moan rumbled his chest as his two fingers pushed into you, causing your back to arch off the bed. "Ah- shit.. you are so warm.. im gonna chill you.." Kuai moaned softly into your ear and his lips trailed down to your right breast, his lips and tongue sucking on the skin. "these fuckin.. perfect perky tits of yours.." Kuai whispers as he brings his free arm up to grab the other one and squeeze, causing a little milk to drip between his fingers. Kuai actually whimpered at the sight in front of him. Your back was arched, pressing your tits forward to him, your legs trembling slightly as his fingers curled into the sweet spot inside you. "you wanna be fucked with ice baby?" Kuai whispers again as he looks into your eyes, his hand still squeezing the milk out slowly. "mhm yes please.." You whimper out softly as you tangle your hand into his thick, raven hair.

Kuai smirks and the ice shard forms right on his palm after he pulls his hand from between your thighs, coming to a sharp point over your belly. Kaui brings the shard up to his lips and bites down into the sharp part, crunching it up and smoothing out the ice to a round edge, all while looking into your eyes. "how do you feel baby? everything okay? the little one not bothering you too much?" Kuai asks curiously, his eyes going to your well rounded belly, the soft movements making him smile. you nod excitedly and wiggle yourself closer, smiling. "okay.. good, now open yourself nicely for me.." Kuai whispers lustfully, his knees spreading between your own, forcing your legs open further for him. Guiding the ice into your warm heat, the water drips down your ass and onto the bed. You purr in response as he presses the cold ice right up to your sweet spot, causing your eyes to almost roll back as he settles the ice deep into your insides. "ah sweet fuccckk" You moan in response as the ice fills you all the way up, he forces the ice to grow in girth inside you. Kaui moans as he watches the ice swell and your sweet, beautiful pussy swallow it, and stretch around the ice, that makes Kuai's cock swell in his gear and he can hear his heart pound in his ears.

Kuai begins to thrust the ice into you as he leans his head back down and sucks on your nipples, his tongue slowly induces your tit to drip milk, god that made him feral. he begins to bite around your nipple, and let the ice cold breath roll against your skin, his tongue chasing the goosebumps. Your eyes close in pleasure as he leaves bites all across one breast and he goes to the other one, your hands pull his hair as he speeds up his thrusting and goes to the free tit and begins to suck on that one. Your left tit was red and swollen from his tongue assault, bruises littered everywhere. "such a good girl, fuck I'm so lucky to see you swelled with my baby, dripping that delicious milk, makes me wanna rip out of my gear and.. mhm destroy you.. "Kuai moans deep from within his chest, your hips and back arched off the bed, his thighs holding you off the bed, Kuai's words made your heart flutter and you squeezed the ice inside you, moaning in a deep noise, your hands pulled his hair roughly and he turned feral, thrusting the ice deep and hard. "fuck.. such a naughty girl.. making me wanna rearrange your insides.." Kaui attached himself back on your right tit and bit hard, drawing blood to the skin, his eyes darkening as he buried himself between them, sharing kisses to each. He loved how hard your nipples were and he loved how they looked all bruised up and dripping.

Kuai could see your whole body shoving over close to orgasm, your whole body was trembling as he roughly thrusted into you, the ice melting rapidly, but he kept reforming it, keeping you full. "Come on pretty girl.. come all over the pretty ice shard that is filling you full.. I wanna watch you turn it white." Kaui huskily moaned against your crease between your tits and he gave one last thrust that sent you tumbling, your eyes rolled back as you shook so hard that your mouth fell open and you were gasping. "A-ah FUCK KUAI!" was all you could stutter out as you seen stars and came all over the ice, your essence dripping all the way to the palm of his hand where the ice was. Kaui finally pulled the ice shard out as you reopened your eyes after a few moments, and when you looked at him he had the ice in his mouth cleaning every last drop off, his eyes were glossed with lust. "Take a few moments to relax.. I aint done with you just yet princess.. if its up to me.. ill have you on my cock all night.." Kaui winked and went to grab a towel to clean up the mess.

[aystoria]

Crimson Rivers Chapter 66: Prisoners of War

My thoughts below the cut with spoilers obviously

things are going to go downhill FAST

I am extremely worried for the battle against the Hallow if the battles in the districts were anything to go by

Damnnn Aberforth okay

Regulus’ skepticism saves them, yay!!

RITA FUCKING SKEETER??

HOLY SHIT PANDORA

"I kept count. She got 477." I remember that line about Rita’s days being numbered but Regulus is the only petty bitch who would count them and I love him for it LMAO

Pandora you BEAUTIFUL GENIUS you

the path is ALWAYS through danger isn’t it?

NO Remus, Lily, and Sirius got separated :((

Riddle bringing out everything horrifying from the arenas is so CRUEL

FLEAMONT?? WHAT HAPPENED TO FLEAMONT??

Alice, James just wants to help you 😭

BARTY NO

THEY’RE SEPARATED AGAIN 😭😭

BUT BARTY NO

“Sirius looks around, then—because big brothers can learn from little brothers, too—he looks up.” 😭😭😭

SIRIUS AND MARLENE NO

FUCK THESE AURORS

“pissant” hehehehe

Riddle the more I learn about you the worse you get

Dorcas giving her threats sweetly 😭

Damn Dorcas you get things done

JAMES YOU BEAUTIFUL MAN

OUR SOCIAL KING 🫶

James “I can’t lie to save my life but I can lie to save theirs” Potter

He’s still such a good person 🥹

OH SHIT

"Save one and lose three. Save eleven and lose one. Push the kid, he dies. Hold the hatchet, you have to swing it. Try to do the right thing, something goes wrong. Why? Why? Why is it like this? It's always fucking like this. Why does it have to be like this?" oh James my heart breaks for him 😭😭😭

Remus’ gossip comes full circle???

WHAT THE FUCCCKK

WHAT THE HEELL

BARTY NOOOOOOO

I AM SOBBING

BARTYYYYYYYYY 😭😭😭

FIRST HE LOSES EVAN AND NOW HE LOSES BARTY

REGULUS JUST CAN’T HAVE HAPPINESS

[grimsneverendingfuneral]

CRAZY SHIT FOR YOUR INBOX OKAY HERE WE GO. plus some soft stuff cause, you know, balance. if you could preserve one part of your body forever as jewelry what part would it be and what jewelry would it be? or hmm your lover’s body. forever as jewelry. best kind of cake? what’s the sexiest boyfriend trope: cowboy, pirate, lumberjack, knight? if you were gonna eat someone what part would you start with? childhood comfort show or book? how do you spend a free morning?

ok getting to my anons now helloooooooo my dear friends. THANK YOU for leaving this here for me!!!! its like a little questions game except im the only one answering.........but i digress

if i could preserve one part of my body in some jewelry... hm i think i'd take my pinky nub, frame it in some resin and make a belt buckle. have it just sitting there for the world to see. i'd give it to saints for their birthday

best kind of cake FUCCCKK. i love cake. my cake preferences really vary with my mood. but right now? i'd go for a carrot cake with thick icing. cold, too

sexiest boyfriend trope is knight. knight. knight. knight.

i would start with that spot right under the front of the hip, where the thigh begins. sink my teeth in and tear a piece off

my comfort book as a child was The Gashlycrumb Tinies by Edward Gorey. and my comfort show was.....damn. i was such a TV kid, all of them were pretty comforting. my earliest memory of a show though is watching Spongebob on the floor with a bowl of kraft dinner in my lap

my free mornings are usually spent lunging out of bed, eating a bunch of protein shit like eggs and avocado, chugging orange juice then gym IF i feel like it. if its not a gym morning (happens pretty often. hate that place. the overhead LIGHTING), im taking my sweet ass time. wake up eyelashes fluttering like a princess, write down a to do list for the day, then slowly making breakfast while absentmindedly watching something on youtube usually about one of my interests, maybe cleaning up a bit, sweeping and shit. i'll read if i dont feel rushed to start doing stuff.

i separate my weekends into two distinct vibes based on Babylonian astrological configuration: saturdays (saturn's day - day of commitment and responsibility) are for getting my errands done, setting up appointments and making all the important calls i have to make, party hard at night. then sunday (sun's day. literally.) is for straight chilling, basking in the sun, getting my provisions, snacks and stuff, leisure, seeing people i love. day of leo. you gotta live like a lion.

thank you so much for your well thought out questions!!!!!

[b1ackg1rl-mag1c28]

Incel!Shigaraki x black chubby! reader

note: My first fic so please be nice. Also some words are spelled incorrectly. You can also tell me ways on how I can approve but be nice about it!!

warnings: humiliation, slight misogyny, shiggy is kinda meanish but reader is too

God he was so weird. He put on this personality that he was not like other guys and would never fit in with all ''the popular jocks''. It was so corny that you held back a laugh every time he said something along these lines. He was the walking embodiment of a cornball and you wanted to humble his ass at any giving opportunity. Something held your tongue though; every single time you were about to tell him about himself, you just couldn’t. Deep down you knew that no matter who said anything about him, he will always feel like they are stupid and closed minded. You really wanted to tell him that he was a fucking dumbass, and no one wanted to be friends with him, especially not with that stank ass attuited

You couldn't stand his attitude and the way he would dismiss anyone who wasn't on his level.

But then why were you gladly on your swollen knees, gobbling his dick. Tears and mascara was running down your face, your cheeks were on fire and your face, chest and legs were covered in spit and precum.

''Your throat feels so fucking good. Shit, I wish i could make you my personal fleshlight. Always using that plush body of yours to tease me. Can't wait to beat that pussy up. Maybe then you'd stop talking and learn your place.''

He was spewing out shit like that for the past 20 minutes. He would call you all type of names, all of which was going straight to your clit. Not a single thought was going through your head right now. His hands were gripping your hair to the point where it felt as if he was tearing it straight from the roots. The sting and burn slowly started to melt into pleasure. You were only focused on how he looked down at you. The look was that of a predator who wanted to devour their prey. He made you feel small even though you could body slam him without hesitation.

At first, he started moving your head to get you to go faster, but he grew more annoyed with your lack of compliance. He started shoving and forcing his way down your throat, ultimately, fucking your round face.

He was shoving your head down all the way to the base of his cock and would hold is there for a few seconds. His untrimmed hair was tickling your nose and would cause you to move. But he would always push you back down on it.

''I see the way you look at me. All of that laughing and shit you do when you see me. I know you talk shit-fuck- about me when you are with your friends, but yet here you are, gagging on my dick and getting your dirty pussy juice all over the floor. Can't wait to cum in that fat pussy of yours. Fucckk, your throat is so good. I bet you blow the whole football team every weekend. I mean why else did you have these plump lips for.''

The degrading, the way his dick pulsed in your throat, the way his eyes looked at you, was all becoming too much for you. You reached between and your legs and started rubbing your clit in a frantic manner. You wanted to come so bad, you needed his touch, and he was not giving it to you.

''Fucking greedy bitch. You begged for my cum down your throat, yet here you are rubbing that nasty clit of yours. Nasty slut. You just couldn't wait until I do it. I knew you wanted me to abuse that nasty pussy. Fuccckk im about to cum. I'm about to cum all down that fucking throat, bitch. Shiitt I'm cumming, fuck i'm cumming. Take this dickk. Take this fucking nut baby. Open your mouth and show me when i'm done.''

As soon as the words left his mouth, you felt his cum hit the back of your throat. It was so warm and tasted salty, but you drunk every drop. But you needed more. You needed his cum in your pussy.

You were so close to cumming on your fingers until you felt a sharp pain on your cheek.

''Don't fucking cum yet. I'm not finish with you slut.''

[joonies-delights]

i can definitely see Hoseok as the type of guy who loves ass, friends with benefits while hitting it from the back bc he loves the view of ass makes me melt inside. ur writing is so good it makes me feel things not even lying. take ur time !!

A/n: UGH I LOVE THIS IDEA! HOSEOK IS DEF THE TYPE OF GUY WHO LOVES ASS!!💔

Backshots from Hoseok

Genre: Drabble

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader

Treats: Backshots, Praising, Ass praising, Ass fingering

Hoseok had you arching your back for him on his bed as he gave you one of the best backshots you've ever experienced. He loved doggystyle just for one good reason. So he could get a good look at your ass.

"Fuck! Throw that shit back!" Hoseok took his hand and slapped your ass, as his cock went in and out of your wet cunt. Hoseok knew that whenever he wanted good sex, he could always count on you, because your never disappoint. On-top of that, he loved the way your ass looked on his cock from behind. How nicely your pussy would take his cock.

You moaned and gripped onto the bed sheets, as Hoseok's dick continued to ram into your pussy and hit your sweet spot. He'd continuously smack your ass, and it'd make you feel good. As Hoseok was thrusting in and out of your wet cunt, your juices would make squelching noises that were pleasing to both of your ears. You loved the sound and feeling of his thighs slapping against your ass, anytime he'd move his hips forward. "F-Fuck! Your dick feels so goood~" You moaned for Hoseok and he loved the sound of your moans.

Hoseok stopped thrusting for a moment and took his hands to spread your ass open, while keeping his cock inside of you. He then took his saliva and spat it onto his cock before moving in and out of you. "Mmmmmm Fuck!" Hoseok moaned before slapping your ass hard.

"Fuck! You like it when I fuck you like this? My cock fucking in and out of your pussy from behind?" Hoseok took his hands and placed them on your hips to fuck your pussy faster. "Yes! Please fuck me! Ahhh it feels so goood~" You moaned as you arched your back more for him, allowing him to get a better view of your ass. It also made it easier for him to get deeper into you pussy.

"Ass is so fucking sexy. Shit!" He groaned before taking his thumb and inserting it into your ass hole. "Aaahh! Hoseok!!~~" You moaned loudly as you felt his thumb inside of his ass. "You're so fucking hot. Letting me fill up your holes." He grunted. You felt more juices flow from your pussy and onto you his thick cock from the double penetration. Hoseok continued to slap your ass with his free hand, and moaned from the way your cunt was gripping on his dick, and how your ass hole gripped around his thumb.

Hoseok's thrusts started to get sloppy, as he took his free hand to grip onto your ass. "Fuck I'm bouta cum. Cum on this dick so I can cum all over this sexy ass." He demanded before givng your ass a nice slap. He started to pick up his pace and rammed right at your sweet spot, letting your back arch and your toes curl up. "F-Fuck don't stop it feels s-so fucking good~~" You moaned as you clawed at the bed sheets. "I'm cumming ahhhh~~" You reached your high, and released all over his cock, allowing your sweet juices to coat it. "Shit!" Hoseok moaned before pulling out just in time to release his cum all over your ass. He took his finger out of your ass.

"Fuccckk yeah~~" Hoseok moaned in satisfaction from finally cumming. Streams of his hot cum shot out from his cock, and landed on your ass. A couple landing the wet lips of your pussy.

After Hoseok finished cumming, he bent down to place a kiss on your ass.

"Mmmm. Fucking gorgeous." He smiled.

A/n: This was so hot 🥲🔥

[anime-kia]

A Game of Charades

This is gonna be another one of those trigger stories. Erik won't be the (secret) sweetheart that we all love so much. In this, he's gonna be abusive, manipulative and controlling.

Relationship: Abusive Ex-Boyfriend Erik x Reader

Warnings: Abuse, Cheating, Smut (consensual)

P.S. The flashbacks are not in order.

The night he finally let you break up with him was also the night you thought he was gonna finally kill you. 

"Fuck you mean you done?" Erik snarled, his eyes darker than the night sky without its glow from the moon. He towered over your bruised body, your knees tucked into your chest as you glared at him with wet eyes.

"I said what I said!" You did your best to make your voice heard, but your throat was sore from yelling and screaming at him earlier. "I'm sick of this shit, sick of you thinking you can put your hands on me cuz you got daddy issues!"

A book went sailing right beside your head, slamming against the wall. "Say that shit one more time, bitch."

You jumped and slightly moved opposite of the book, "I'm done! We're done!"

You believed that he accepted the end of the relationship as he gave you the most disturbingly calm grin you've ever seen for the entire duration of your entire relationship.

"Bet." Was all he said as he left you to wallow in misery, slamming the door on the way out.

You were tired. Tired of crying, screaming and yelling. Tired of pretending everything was okay even when it was not. Tired of him abusing, lying and cheating. Tired of the "make-up" sex which was oh-so pleasurable, but so extremely unhealthy.

"Say it, say you hate me! All that shit talkin' you was doing earlier, where's it at now, huh?" He slammed his hips into yours in a steady repetitive motion, each stroke hitting you precisely where it should.

Your hands held onto his biceps for dear life as he continued this wicked pace. "F-fuck, I hate you so much!" Your eyes closed tightly.

He slid out to where the tip was teasing you, going in and out. "Nah, you don't mean that shit. If you did, my dick wouldn't be this wet. Creamin' on me and shit."

All you wanted was for him to shut up and let the both of you achieve your climaxes. Unfortunately (or fortunately), Erik had an insanely high libido and he could go way over some hours if he wanted to. He never stopped until he achieved his nut, which often resulted in you crying due to overstimulation or you passing out from being exhausted.

"That's the problem, you so damn hateful and imma fuck it right out of you. Imma stick this dick so far into you and touch ya soul, remove that evil spirit you harbouring in them guts."

His whole statement was so ironic, it made you wonder if he even knew he was the problem or the evil spirit he was talking about.

He aggressively pushed all the way back into you, slamming right against your cervix.

You gasped, your nails digging into his arms."FUCK!"

"You hate me?" He repetitively asked you, thrusting hard each time. "You hate when my dick fucks the shit out this pussy?"

You couldn't do anything to respond, your moans began turning into whines and your breaking point was fast approaching.

"Come on, say it. Lie to me like you always do!"

If this was any other man, you would've been turned off in a heartbeat, but Erik had his ways with your body, mind and soul. He was like alcohol, a little of him was nice, but too much and you became addicted and poisoned.

"SAY IT!"

"I- nggh- I l-love you, fuccckk!" You whine, releasing the pressure from your core.

"That's it, cum all over my dick, princess. Just like that. Ngh- swear imma put a baby in you one day." His eyes were casted onto his shaft, watching it appear and disappear as your liquids flowed out.

Though he lived up to he promises (and threats) you knew that was one you could never let him keep. If he were to get you pregnant, your chances of leaving would be slim to none. That would be the ultimate death trap. You made sure to get checkups very often, and you were on birth control, but you didn't let him know.

It took him about ten more minutes before he was done. Your body was drained, exhausted and very sore.

When he got back in the bed, his large arms would wrap around you in a very warm and comforting embrace and he would be out, leaving you to contemplate your argument, though the end result was the same. He always knew how to rope you back in.

Each time he abused you with his words or hands, you promised that it would be that last, but he always knew how to reel you back in. With some sweet words, gifts or his bomb dick. He knew he had that affect on you, it was too easy to keep you locked onto him.

What you didn't know was that Erik was quite addicted to you too. You were there for him when no one was, always supporting him, holding him down and making sure that his basic needs were kept up to par. 

You met him in the twelfth grade, biology with Mr. Smitt. Erik came off aggressive and antisocial, but you were always kindhearted and accepting. You invited him to have lunch with you and a few of your friends, and from that day forth, he opened up to you and you both became close. He even grew close with your folks, and your father especially.

By time college came around, you were dating. Every time he opened up to you, it grew a little more concerning. He wasn't only a man with daddy issues but, Erik was unstable, insecure, terribly jealous and had problems maybe a psychiatrist alone couldn't handle.

The first time he put his hands on you was when you both were studying in your first-year dorm room. You had a group project and one of your group mates, Ryan, sent you a message about it's progress.

Erik, of course, was quick to see the name pop up on your screen.

"Who the fuck is Ryan?" This wasn't the first time he spoke to you with an aggressive tone, but it usually wasn't directed at you, this time it was.

Ignoring his attitude you nonchalantly reply, "We're working on a project together."

"Fuck you mean?"

You finally looked up at him to see the serious look on his face, "For my marketing class- E it's not that big of a deal."

"Then why this nigga asking to see you tomorrow?"

You raised an eyebrow at Erik, "Obviously to finish the project."

Erik stood up from the ground, "You getting smart with me?"

You awkwardly chuckle, "N-no." You couldn't believe how jealous he was acting right now, "Erik I don't see what the problem is, it's literally for a project."

"Nah fuck that, next thing I know you screaming that nigga's name."

"Erik what?! You can't just tell me I can't go do my project because you're insecu-" Before you could even finish talking, his hand was wrapped around your neck.

"Finish that shit, I dare you." It was like you were staring into a black hole. Those brown eyes that were usually so warm and beautiful to you seemed to be consumed, and after this day he never looked the same.

Erik hated when people talked down on him, it was one of his triggers. Being humiliated or ashamed was not something that sat well with him.

He saw the horrified look in your eyes and let you go, "I'm sorry baby, you know I don't like that shit." He pulled you into a hug, as you remained in shock. "I won't do that ever again."

A lie you believed, and you had wished someone told you more about abusive relationships. Usually your mother would be the one to discuss everything to you that a woman would need to know, but Erik seemed so promising that she left out anything negative. It was always, marriage and babies, with her in regards to Erik.

"My grand babies are gonna be so beautiful coming from the two of you, and will be raised by two lovely parents!"

She dreamed of the day you would announce to her that you were expecting, only that day would not happen as long as you could control it.

A few weeks had gone by and Erik was no where to be found. You were expecting to see him lingering around your favourite spots in the city, which made you hesitant to go, but each day you went there was no sign of him.

You still hadn't brought the news to anyone, especially not your parents. Usually, you and Erik would be on and off so you never bothered to tell anyone if you two split, but he really was gone this time.

The first time you told you parents about your breakup, your father almost had a stroke. It didn't make sense as to why your father loved Erik so much, all of the dates you've had in high school didn't receive any acceptance from your dad.

There was a family barbecue that  your father had planned for tomorrow. Of course that wouldn't be the best time to tell him, just incase the news would cause him to collapse in front of the entire family. Maybe you could break the news to him in the morning, your uncles would be able to lift his spirits during the party anyway.

It was nine in the morning and you just pulled into your parents driveway. There would be another four hours before the party started and another five before people would actually start showing up.

"Dad... Erik and I are no longer dating... No, no that's not gonna work." You sat in your car, contemplating how you would deliver the news, "I broke up with Erik... Ugh, no!" You rested your head onto the steering wheel, "How the hell am I gonna tell him?"

Just then you got a text message from your mom.

You coming in? You have a special visitor.

And below it, she sent you an image that showed your parked car and your bun barely poking out from the windshield. You raised your head to see your mom standing at the door, with your two-month-old niece in hand. They both were wearing outfits you bought them on your trip to Italy.

The driveway was a little more crowded than normal, but it seems that your brother who was living out of state had come by for the party with his family. Zyla was your first niece out of seven nephews, so you made sure to spoil her the most. For some reason, your three sisters could only produce male children and though you loved them dearly, a baby girl was always a refreshing change in pace.

After being in a relationship with an abusive person, you knew you had to do everything in your power to make sure these boys would never do the same to anyone as they grew older. As for your niece, you would be the one to tell her about abusive relationships.

It did make you somewhat jealous that all of your siblings were happily married or engaged, all while you were being seduced constantly, romanced and tricked by a man you thought you loved. A cycle that kept on repeating itself, but this time it seemed to have broken...

You got out your car and walked towards the front, greeting your mother with a kiss on the cheek and immediately taking Zyla from her hands.

"Hi, baby girl!" You bounced her on your side, kissing her chubby cheeks. "Oh you got so much bigger than the last time I saw you."

"Byron and Zaria are asleep in the guest room, they crashed as soon as they got here. They put her into my arms and went straight to sleep." Your mom explained with a laugh as she picked a piece of hair from Zyla's onesie. Her eyes casted onto your shoulder that you forgot to cover. It had been weeks since you and Erik broke up, you thought that the bruise he left would be gone by now. "Baby, what's that mark?"

The shirt you were wearing hung off your shoulder so you pulled it up. "Nothing, I might've bumped it at work or something." You lied and avoided making eye contact with her. Your mom had the look to make you confess all of your sins. She would've been perfect for interrogation.

"(Y/n)." She sternly said, but you moved quickly into the kitchen, your mom still following behind.

"You hungry, Z?" You directed your full attention onto the little girl, who was busy looking around and observing every square inch of the brightly coloured kitchen.

"She finished drinking as soon as you pulled in." She took Zyla back from your hands. "Go say hi to your father, he's in the back."

"But maaaaa..." You whine, reaching back for the baby girl.

"See, if you had your own kid by now this wouldn't be a problem." She quipped.

"I-" You frowned at her and gave up the fight.

"Now go say hello, he been anticipating you all morning." She ushered you to the back door.

You sighed and slid the screen door to the side, causing two sets of eyes to look up at you. Your heart immediately sunk, and no matter how much your father was vocalizing his excitement towards you, you just couldn't peel your eyes off of the man you swore you were finished with. The one you thought you'd never see again.

The look in his brown eyes were malicious, you were shaking instantly.

"Well don't just stand there, come gimme a hug!" He said setting his grilling tools down that you bought for his birthday a few months ago.

Each step you took felt like cement blocks were attached to your feet, your eyes were locked onto Erik's, his facade adding an extra fifty extra pounds to your entire body.

He pulled you in for a hug, "How you been?"

You finally averted your attention from Erik, looking at your father instead. "I uh... Been good."

"Good, good." He put his arm around your shoulder and turned you to face Erik. His smile appeared kind and gentle, though his eyes were filled with dangerous intent.

"Hey, baby." He smirked.

You gave him the most awkward smile your lips could muster up. Of course your naive father couldn't sense how much tension in the air there was. It was thick enough to be sliced with a knife, but Erik had the power to manipulate his environment. He could go from being unseen to dominating the entire space with his presence alone.

"I-I'm gonna go run some errands, I'll probably be back before everything is over." You back away, but your father catches your hand.

"That can wait for tomorrow, you made it all the way here. Why don't you go and help your mom, she ain't making the macaroni how she use to anymore." He looked at the backdoor to make sure she wasn't listening in, "Said one of her coworkers told her to try the recipe with all types of extra shit in it. Ion want that and neither will the family."

You smiled at him, knowing good and well what he meant. For some reason your mother thought the upper class caucasian people at her job had the finest recipes. You always reminded her just because the name is in French does not mean it's fancy.

Erik's gaze was so intense that you could feel it all the way until you closed the porch door.

Your mother was in the kitchen shredding a block of cheese as Zyla was in her carseat oogling at every sight as per usual.

"Mama?"

"Yes, baby?" She stopped shredding to look you in your eyes (danger zone), so this prompted you to wash your hands and take the block of cheddar from her.

"I just thought we was only inviting family." You had to tread carefully as you asked and responded. "What time did Erik get here?"

"Oh, maybe thirty minutes before you got here. Why?" She took a lettuce head out of the fridge and prepared to wash it in the sink.

"I wasn't expecting to see him today, he said he was busy."

The backdoor slide open, startling you and your skin scraped against the grater. Cursing under your breath, you retracted your hand sucking on the abrasion.

Erik stepped in holding a bucket with fresh tomatoes, cucumbers and peppers from the garden. "I'm never to busy for you, you know that." He set the bucket down and pulled your hand from your mouth, kissing the wound. It made you want to gag. "Come, I'll help you get cleaned up." He already had his hand wrapped around your arm, slightly squeezing, but not enough to look aggressive.

"N-no, I'm alright." You unlatched yourself from him, not missing the fire in his eyes as you disobeyed him.

"That's sweet of you, Erik." Your mother awed, "But can ya help me wash the veggies off. I'm tryna make a giant garden salad, my husband and his family like to eat too much."

So maybe your mother could feel some of the tension... Hopefully.

"I- Yeah, sure." He gave up and you decided to use the upstairs bathroom beside the guest bedroom, just incase he managed to slip away from your mom. If anyone had a chance against Erik, it would be your brother. He was also in the army, and trained very well. The advantage Erik had was his size. Your brother was a few inches shorter than him.

When you cleaned up your wound, you hesitated to exit the bathroom expecting Erik to be there. Luckily he wasn't, so you safely made it back down to the kitchen to finish up.

You were too occupied with helping your mom cook and taking care of Zyla to be spared another moment with Erik. Your father was keeping him busy outside, in which at this moment you were so glad your father enjoyed Erik's company. Your brother and his wife had woken up and helped with getting the backyard set up and other miscellaneous things around the house.

By two o'clock, your family started rolling in. Smooth tunes from the 80s were playing, the smell of burgers, hotdogs and charcoal filled the summer air and the laughter of children all to set the mood and vibe of a perfect summer barbecue. 

You sat in a lawn chair talking to your favourite cousins, catching up on life. Rochelle, an RN, was from New York, and she had the boldest personality out of all of you. Tonya was also from Cali, she was pursuing modelling and photography, and Kariah, who was Tonya's non-identical twin, she was studying to become a Marine Biologist.

"That's yo' nigga over there?" Rochelle asked, "He look bigger than the last time I saw him. Y'all fuckin' more often is that it?"

"Girl, shut up." You said with an eye roll, "He works out for a living and no we not fuckin'."

"The hell you mean, y'all not fuckin?!" Tonya almost yelled too loudly. 

You saw two of your most judgemental aunts look over, but you gave them a friendly smile. Yes you all were grown enough to talk about sex, but for some reason, Aunty Reese and Aunty Vie would associate you with being a 'hussy' if any sexual term dared to leave your mouths.

"Ion know why you act like shits cool with them old bitches." Rochelle huffed, "They always come to these events wearing stank ass perfume, thinking they better than everyone else just cuz they got flimsy pieces of paper that say Master's or whatever the fuck on them."

"Right, can't even keep a man, but have the nerve to talk about what somebody else doing." Kariah agreed.

"I hate bitches like that, why bother come to the functions then?" Tonya added.

"I don't see them enough to give a damn." You shrugged.

"You know they be talking shit about our mama's though?" Rochelle blurted, "Vie ugly rat back neckass had the nerve to tell my mom she don't know how to raise a kid when I got pregnant with Emile, you know that shit? I almost had to put her ass in the grave early."

"Bruh, I remember she called everyone and they grandma!" Tonya busted out laughing, "You know Irene's daughter is pregnant, at eighteen! Her whole life is ruined! Oh so ruined!" She mocked her and you all started laughing.

"Jokes on her though, I'm still with my baby father and we happy. Where's her man at though?" Rochelle raised an eyebrow while sticking her lips out.

"Where her edges at? Cuz that wig ain't doin' nothin' but covering up that balding scalp."

"Oop- Kariah I know you fucking lying!" You busted out laughing even harder. You loved your cousins to death, they made you forget how shitty your life was with Erik. Even if it was for a moment, they never failed to make you happy.

"Then Reese fridge-built neckass had the nerve to try and say I need to settle down and take life seriously. What she need to do is take a gym seriously. Stupid ass." Rochelle kissed her teeth as the rest of you crippled with laughter.

"Can I interest y'all in some rum punch?" A deep voice rang through your ears. You looked up and saw one of your first boyfriends, Avanté, holding a tray with four drinks on it.

"Oh my- Avanté is that really you?!" You jumped out of your seat almost ready to jump into his arms. You took the glasses carefully off of the tray and handed them out.

"Yes, ma'am. In the flesh." He flashed thirty-two pearly whites at you. His dark skin was sun kissed, and hair freshly lined and trimmed. He was taller and smelled manly, but in the best way possible. His scent almost rivalled Erik's.

"I ain't know we had waiters." Kariah wittily said.

"A sexy one at that." Tonya flirted and he responded with a smile.

You couldn't stop taking in this new and improved look, "Wow, you look amazing!"

"Thanks, and you do too." He eyed you up and down.

You met him through one of your dad's friends. He would come by the house so often that it practically necessary for you two to become an item. But that was just a high school fling that ended in the tenth grade when he moved out of state. No hard feelings though.

He set the tray down and finally pulled you in for a hug. He definitely started working out.

Erik was watching the whole thing go down, almost breaking the plastic cup he held in a firm grasp. His sanity was leaving his mind each passing minute he had to keep up this nice guy act.

Avanté was always taller than you and often joked about your height, "You finally growing, huh shorty?"

You gasped and punched him in the arm, "Don't do me."

He laughed, "Only joking. You still short."

Your cousins laughed as you shoved him.

"I'm sorry y'all I ain't mean to interrupt, but it's been a good while since I've seen tiny over here. You stopped calling and texting."

Right... The night Erik went through all your contacts and deleted almost every single male from your phone except your father and himself.

You were fast asleep while all this was happening, only for you to wake up and ask him what the hell happened.

"The only nigga you need in yo' life is me." He insisted.

"Erik, those were my family members and friends!"

"That's what y'all always say."

"What?! Do you even know how long its gonna take me to get those back."

"It ain't gon' take no time, cuz you don't need them. I just said that. Use your ears more than your mouth next time."

"Fuck you, E!"

"The fuck you just say to me?"

"Fuck. Y-"

That was the eight time he laid his hands on you. You held your arms and gave yourself a slight hug, trying not to make your discomfort obvious.

"So can I get ya number again?"

"She got a man, but I don't." Kariah butted in.

He started to laugh, "Just to catch up for old times sake. I can slide you my number too anyway."

Before he could hand his phone over to Kariah, you snatched it, entering your number instead. "Trust me, she is too much for you."

"Wowwwwww (y/n), how you just gon block my blessings like that." She complained.

"Bitch I know you, we all know you. You ain't looking for no commitment, and Avanté here don't do that shit, aight. I would have to fight you if you ever broke his heart."

"That's so fucked up, you suppose to fight him if he breaks my heart."

"And that's the gag bitch, no one breaks your heart. But you stay breaking theirs." Her sister added in.

"You too, T?! Y'all just hating on me for no reason."

"No baby girl, they ain't lying." Rochelle included.

"Y'all ain't shit." She pouted, folding her arms over her chest.

"Are we?" The three of you asked in unison and Kariah only shook her head, restating what she said.

"So, who you talking to right now?" Avanté questioned, putting an arm around your shoulder.

You glanced in Erik's direction, and his eyes were locked onto yours. Your father was conversing with his siblings, and that meant Erik was free, so long as your grandma or flirty aunts didn't have him held up. He just set a glass of lemonade down and strolled towards your direction.

"Oop, there he go." Rochelle said enthusiastically.

You moved Avanté's arm to avoid any altercations between either male. Despite being at a family function, Erik became less predictable and you never knew when he would finally reach his breaking point.

A few months back your sister was hosting a birthday party for her son's fifth birthday. Erik didn't take it too kindly when one of the single fathers was in your personal space, placing his hands against your back and shoulders. You didn't find any harm in this, seeing as you've known this man for almost twelve years. He was your sister's gay best friend since middle school.

You chased Erik to the dark parking lot where he dragged Lamont.

"Erik, stop!" You grabbed him by the arm and used all of your strength to pull him off of the poor male.

He used his elbow and shoved you back, causing you to fall as he continued to send blows to Lamont's face.

"You touchin' my girl, bruh! MY fuckin' girl!"

It sickened you how easily Erik manipulated Lamont into following him outside to help "jumpstart" his car. It didn't help that it was dark out and everyone inside was deafened by loud music, causing them to be oblivious to anything happening outside of the building.

"Please, Erik! He ain't do nothing!" You got back up and pulled at him, only to be pushed off again. "You're gonna kill him, stop!"

You could see Lamont's light skin become red. He was so kind hearted, wouldn't hurt a fly.

"Please! He didn't mean any harm! It was me!"

Erik's head sharply turned to you, "What?"

Anything to save him, "Just stop hurting him." You cried.

He grabbed you off the ground with a firm grasp, "I dare you to say some." He threatened Lamont while dragging you into his car.

The whole ride home was him yelling, and then at home he beat you for the nineteenth time.

"Heyyy, Erik!" Your cousins said at the same time with flirty tones.

"Wassup?" He nodded his head at them, slinging his arm over your shoulder and pulling you in tightly.

"Oh, you must be (y/n)'s boyfriend." Avanté held his hand out for Erik to shake.

Erik glanced at his hand and shook it anyway, his grasp a little tighter than friendly. "Yeah. Who you?"

"He's an old fling." Kariah giggled. "Who bout to be my new thing."

"Girl shut yo' ass up and leave him alone." Tonya rolled her eyes, shoving her sister's arm.

You were ready to deflate. Erik's hand squeezed your arm, all while laughing with everyone else. It was disturbing how easily he made it seem like everything was sweet, even while sending you a message or a promise, rather.

"Imma take her for a while though." His tone was so calm and friendly.

"Aight, but don't be fuckin' in ya mama house with y'all freaky asses." Tonya teased, side eyeing you.

"Shut up!" You exclaimed, almost embarrassed while avoiding Avanté's uneasy stare.

It was the summer before you moved into your apartment. You and Erik were "broken up" due to you discovering he was cheating for the first time.

It was about ten o'clock at night and your parents went out while your cousins were helping you pack items into moving boxes.

"You keeping this?" Tonya held up a gold picture frame with a picture of you and Erik at senior prom.

You looked up from dresser and sighed, "Nah..."

"That sounds like denial Ton, you betta keep it." Kariah commented.

"No, fuck that picture and fuck his cheating ass."

"If that was true you woulda threw it out from time, babe." Tonya said slipping it into the box.

"Then why-" Before you could finish your sentence, the doorbell rang.

They both smirked.

You went downstairs and answered the door already knowing who it was.

"What?"

He stepped in, not giving you a chance to say if it was okay or not. "So it's fuck me, huh? Just like that."

"Nigga you the one who cheated on me!"

"It wasn't even like that, bruh." He frowned at you.

"Then what was it like? What made it not cheating?"

He was silent.

"Yeah, that's what I thought." You turned to walk away.

He grabbed you and pulled you close, "Aye, don't talk to me like that."

You tried pushing him off, but he wouldn't budge. "Nah, fuck that. Let go of me." At this proximity, you could smell the alcohol on his breath.

He backed you all the way up until the back of your legs hit the couch and you both went down. "I'm sorry." He kissed your most sensitive spot repetitively and pulled your oversized t-shirt over your head.

"N-no wait my-" He silenced you with a rough and sloppy kiss while undressing himself.

Erik wasted no time in slipping into you, and it was as if everything was fine just like that. All problems forgotten that fast.

"Ooohhhh- mmh!" You tried everything in your power to keep your voice down, but it wasn't working. Though his strokes were sloppy, they were still hitting you in the best way possible. He whispered in your ear, his words slurring.

"Fuck, I love this shit."

"E-Er- ohhh! Erik!"

"Y'ALL NASTY!" Kariah called from the top of the stairs, Tonya laughing.

You jumped as much as Erik's body could let you. He continued thrusting, completely ignoring your cousins presence. You were so embarrassed and overstimulated all at the same time.

When you got upstairs both your cousins gave you that judgemental look.

"Is it safe to say y'all together again?" Tonya teased.

"Nah. Not this time. Now come on, (y/n)." Erik simply responded, and dragged you towards the backdoor. 

He shoved you into your bedroom, slamming the door closed behind him. Everyone was outside, and the music was blasting loudly so all noise that would soon occur in your room would be drowned out by it all.

"What the fuck, (Y/n)? Who was that nigga?"

Though your heart was pounding and palms sweating, you knew you had to exert yourself and show no sign of fear. "Nah, you don't get to ask me questions, Erik. Why are you here?"

"Don't fuckin' play with me, girl. Who the fuck was that?" He towered over you, voice raising.

"None of your damn business-"

Slap! 

You held your stinging cheek and stared at the ground contemplating your next move. You couldn't believe he was bold enough to put his hands on you at you parents house. All it took was someone walking by to hear the commotion and it would be over for him. Hopefully.

"I ain't finna ask again." He threatened.

You still held onto your composure, though the slap triggered your eyes to water. "H-he's just an old friend." You explained through clenched teeth.

"That ain't what yo' cousin said. You lying to me, bitch?"

"Why the fuck does it matter to you anyway!" You were now looking at him, a tear escaped from your eye. "I said I was done with you!"

"And I fuckin' told yo deaf ass that we ain't finished. You ain't never leaving me, cuz you need me. Nobody gone love you the way I do!"

"Loving me isn't putting your fucking hands on me, Erik! Loving me ain't cheating on me!" You got up in his face, "But jokes on me, what would you know about love you?!"

His eyes darkened a little more, "The fuck is the suppose to mean?"

 "You know exactly what I mean!"

He had no parents growing up, moved through the system, and sought out revenge all his life. Love was not a word in Erik's vocabulary, nor did it compute in his head.

"Say it." He dared you. If looks could kill, you'd be on the floor right now, but the adrenaline rushing through your veins gave you a little more courage to face this monster.

"You ain't go no mama or dadd-"

Before you could finish, your back hit the bed with Erik's hands around your throat.

He wouldn't actually kill me in this house with all these people outside, would he?

You wanted to believe that he wouldn't, but the way his hands were painfully restricting air from entering your lungs and the look on his face told you more than enough. You struggled against him, using your hands to pull his away and kicking your legs everywhere, but only being able to hit the back of his legs with your heels which didn't do much.

Little noises left your throat, your head began to feel light, and whatever tears you held back were streaming from your cheeks and onto your old baby pink comforter.

This must be it... He finally snapped didn't he?

"Ahhhhh!" A young voice rang through the room. 

The vice grip on your neck released, Erik was startled by the screaming eight-year-old girl with two large puffs.

Saved by a child.

"Wh-what are you doing!?" She cried out, eyes wide.

 You sat up and turned your head the other way, coughing. You wiped your face off before facing her with a smile. 

Your hero was your cousin, Essie. She was often annoying and a tattletale, and this story could go two ways. Essie was smart, and what some people would call a fast little girl. 

And considering what she saw was Erik's back and him being between your legs was not gonna be a favourable story to explain. 

So she would either say exactly what was going on or what she thought saw. It would be the latter.

You were grown, and more than old enough to have sex. But the issue wasn't being caught having sex, it was rather who it was with. Your family members hinted (and blatantly) encouraged a pregnancy between you and Erik, but you stated that you were not thinking of kids yet. If they found out you two were getting busy, you would not hear the end of it and separating from him would complicate things to a ridiculously high degree. It was already hard enough.

"W-we were just play, Ess. Don't worry about it." You brushed it off with a playful tone, despite the burning in your throat.

"I'm telling my mommy! Y'all being nasty!"

Erik was usually kind to her, but the way he was staring at her looked terrifying. He was in no state of mind to be around anyone. In fact, he needed to leave ASAP. You feared that he might've brought his gun, then that would be a really really bad situation. 

"We weren't!" You maneuvered carefully around Erik who still looked ready to kill, "Look, ten dollars and you don't say anything, aight?" 

"Twenty." She held her greedy little palm out.

"Ess-" You frowned. If respawning was real, you'd probably throw her out the window your damn self. You had a twenty in your back pocket (for when the ice cream truck came around), and slapped the bill in her hand. "Why you up here anyway?"

"I was looking for the bathroom." She replied and walked away.

Now she knew damn well the bathroom was opposite of your door... 

 "We're leaving." Erik finally said, coming out of his trans.

"Wha- Wait!"  

He grabbed your arm and dragged you all the way down to the front door, giving you a moment to grab your car keys.

"You taking your car and imma follow behind you. Don't try no funny shit either. I'll ram your car off the road and make sure no one gon' find it or you."

He really had the intentions to kill you back there, and to think if your bratty cousin wasn't the way she was, you probably would've died. 

"Leaving so soon?" Your mom appeared from the kitchen, holding a bowl of fresh fruits. 

"Y-yeah, I uh, got work in the morning." You lied, looking at your keys instead of her eyes. 

She stared at you with a raised eyebrow, "You tryna run from cleaning duties? It's only been a couple of hours."

"No, ma." You kissed her cheek, "I'm not feeling well. I'll call you when I get home."

She handed the bowl of fruits to you, the look of uncertainty was written all over her face, "Alright. Be safe... Goodbye, Erik."

He nodded at her and took your arm again, pulling you to your car.

It had been well over thirty minutes, Avanté was talking to your father and your cousins were texting you.

"What the hell is taking them so long?" Tonya huffed, looking around for you. "She was gonna help me with the ice cream."

"I think he blowing her back all the way out." Kariah giggled like a school child.

"Actually, she just left." Essie butted in. "She said they was 'playing'. But ion think so." 

"And who asked you, little girl?" Rochelle questioned.

"I ain't little, you just fat!"

"Hell nah, I'm tired of this bug eyed lil rat." Rochelle hopped out of her chair and tried to grab Essie, which turned into a game of cat and mouse. Tonya and Kariah busted out laughing. 

Your mom set another bowl of fresh fruits on the bench and walked over to your father. "Hey, hon?" He was playing dominoes with his brothers.

"THIRTEEN!" He slammed a domino onto the makeshift table, "What's up, baby?"

"Did (Y/n) say goodbye?"

"Naw, why?"

Two unusual things that she noticed. You would always stay till the very end of all your family's annual barbecues, regardless if you had work or not. Also, you would never leave without saying goodbye.

"She just left with Erik in a rush, said she had work."

"Maybe they had something to take care of. Don't worry about it, he's there for her if anything is wrong."

"Yeah..." She sighed quietly. Your mother could feel something was off, she knew you more than anyone. 

Avanté came over and gave her a side hug, "Hey, Misses (L/n). How are you?"

She smiled at him, "Hello, dear. I'm good, I haven't seen you all day. How's your mom?"

"She's good, taking care of my grandma." His genuine smile was so refreshing to her, "I heard you talkin' bout (Y/n). I could check on her sometime if you'd like. I'll be in the city for a couple of weeks."

"Would you?" He nodded. "You've always been such a good friend. Thank you, sweetheart."

A week had passed since the barbecue and you apologized to your cousins for bailing and leaving them to deal with the kids games and entertainment. Unfortunately, you missed Tonya's pregnancy reveal too. Apparently it was an accident how that one came out. 

Kariah talks too much! She complained to you over the phone.

You were laid up against Erik, his arm holding you snug against his body. You were awake and sore, staring through the curtains with tired eyes.

Tired.

The one word that would describe you best. Mentally, emotionally and physically.

You were tired of the beatings, tired of hiding, tired of acting as if everything was okay and you were mostly tired of being unheard.

No one had seen you in a week other than Erik. The stress of the relationship and his instability and unpredictability was so intense to the point where you became sick. You had no other choice than to take time off at work and recover. Though ironically, you going back to work would've probably been a lot healthier than to stay at home with that monster. 

The pling of your phone caused Erik to shift, make a grunting noise, then resume back to steady breaths, inhale and exhale. You moved his arm carefully and slid out of bed, reaching for your phone to check who just texted you.

A: Hey I'm stopping by

You: Avanté? Can you come by another time instead? 

A: Nah I'm outside your door rn 😅

Shit...

You: Aight hold on

Quietly, you trekked to the front door and opened it cautiously, leaving a crack.

"Why you here, Avanté?" 

"I can't check on an old friend?" He had the bright smile that outshined your glum tone. 

"I'm fine." You lied.

"That's cool." He nodded with a smile.

The sound of movement caused you to turn your head and Avanté's smile dropped in an instant.

"Yo, what the fuck is on your neck?!" He exclaimed a little too loudly.

Your head snapped back towards him, and the sounds became a lot louder. Erik definitely heard that.

 "Look, I'll talk to you later, alright?" You tried closing the door but he stopped it with his foot. 

"Nah, (y/n)! What the fuck is on ya neck?! Is he fuckin' touching you?"

"N-no." You lied again.

Erik made his appearance, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. This caused Avanté's anger to rise even more, "You putting ya fuckin' hands on her, bruh?!"

Erik pushed you out the way roughly, confirming your mother's suspicion and Avanté's question. "Mind yo' fuckin business, nigga." He went to slam the door, but it was stopped by an even harder push. The door flew open, slamming on the wall behind it. A few of your neighbours peeked outside to see what the commotion was.

Never in your life had you witnessed Avanté get mad. It was almost scary, but being with Erik, anything scary was as rare as diamonds. 

"Fuck that!" Avanté took your arm and rolled up your sleeve, revealing more bruises and scars. The fire in his eyes almost rivalled Erik's. 

"Avanté please!" You tried tugging your arm away, but he wasn't letting go.

"You been letting this nigga beat you and you ain't say shit?!" 

"Aye bruh, don't touch my girl." You were yanked into Erik's arms. "And imma do whatever the fuck I want with her."

"Avanté please just go!" 

Two things were bothering you about this situation. 

One: Your door was open, allowing your neighbours to see and hear the entire commotion.

Two: There was a gun in the house and Erik wouldn't hesitate to use it, in fact... It was pressing between your thigh and his.

Completely ignoring you he goes, "You got me fucked up, bruh." Avanté goes to take you back, but said gun is now being aimed at him. Erik held you flush against his chest as Avanté put his hands in the air. 

The sound of your neighbours gasping, some doors closing shut. 

"Now nigga, I told you once and I definitely ain't gon' tell you again. This is trespassing and I got every right to shoot."

"Erik, please st-"

"Shut the fuck up!" He yelled so loudly that you used your shoulder to cover your ear. "You really got some nerve coming in my house, trying to take my girl and putting ya arms around her like shit was sweet."

Your heart was pounding as you listened to the safety click off. Avanté would be shot and killed right in front of you and the six- wait five other people staring in horror. His arm moved upwards and slightly forward as he prepared his shot. 

Adrenaline rushed through your veins as you grabbed his armed hand, moving the gun away from Avante's body.

Erik easily overpowered you, tossing you to the ground. Your head banged against the floor so hard, you hadn't felt when two bullets penetrated through your arm and leg. You curled up into a ball of shock, ears ringing.

"Bitch you got me fucked up!" Erik spat before being knocked over, the pistol flew out of his hand and slid across the floor.

Avanté mounted Erik and began sending blows to his face. This would've been good to get Erik unconscious, but he took his foot and kicked Avanté in the gut, sending him flying backwards and bumping into your entryway table. A marble weight fell off, smashing onto his knuckles. He grabbed his hand in pain, too distracted to realize Erik's foot that met with the side of his face.

Though in pain, Avanté recovered in time to dodge a large shard of the broken marble that went sailing towards his head. He hopped back up and both men exchanged fists, but unfortunately Avante's damaged hand weakened the blows on Erik. 

Erik was able to get a solid punch to the gut on Avanté, sending him to his knees. His pearly whites were coated in a layer of red now as he coughed up blood. Something was surely damaged because he found himself stuck as Erik sent another punch right across Avanté's cheek. 

The ringing in your ears slowly subsided, and now you could feel the numbness in both parts of your limbs. There was enough adrenaline going to get you up and to notice the gun laying a feet away from you. 

You watched Erik tower over Avanté with his foot on his chest. Avanté was heaving and groaning in pain as Erik pressed his foot deeper, blood draining even more from his mouth. 

That sick fuck was enjoying this.

"Yeah nigga, you don't run shit around here. I DO!" The tone alone in his voice told you that he was probably smiling.  

You hated guns, you never even wanted to touch one, but at this very moment you had to put that behind you. If you didn't you would lose a friend who tried to save you.

So there you found the gun in your hand, aiming at Erik. 

You weren't stupid. Dumb movie bitches always liked to let the enemy know what they're about to do and in turn, it always backfired against them. Also, Erik was trained to handle situations like this, he's had guns pointed at him more times than you could ever imagine. If you wanted to save a life you had to overcome your fear and just shoot. 

Erik's grunt and stumbling footsteps told you that it worked. Your eyes were closed, but you knew you got him.

He turned around and watched you in shock. You didn't hit anything major, but he fell to one knee, and held the side of his wounded abdomen. 

"Baby how could you?" All brashness in his voice was reduced to pure softness and vulnerability. Another manipulation tactic. He's been in worser situations, he knew exactly what he was doing.

You though, were shaking and crying in shock. Your legs kept backing up until you hit a wall, dropping the gun.

The pain in his eyes turned into fury and rage as he lunged at you. You closed your eyes once again, but a sudden zapping sound and Erik's groaning in pain caused you to slowly open your eyes and see what was happening. 

Three police officers were now in your apartment, detaining Erik who was tazed before he could get you. 

"Get the fuck off me, man!" Erik thrashed and cursed at the three officers who pinned him down. They got the cuffs on him with some ease, almost tazing him a second time in the process. They lifted him off the ground and carried him out of the building. He cursed and called for your name the whole time until he was out of an earshot. 

A fourth officer came in and checked on you, "Ma'am are you alright?" You stared at him with wide eyes, unable to answer the question. 

There were medics attending to Avanté, who was partially unconscious from the blood loss.

They put him onto a stretcher and took the elevator down to the building entrance. The officer held your arm as support all the way down.

There were tenants scattered across the property staring at the commotion, along with people who were driving or walking by and from neighbouring apartments too. 

Erik was mean mugging you in the police cruiser, but you did your best to avoid looking at him as it only made you want to throw up. You didn't know if he'd be coming to the same hospital as you both and you really hoped that would not be the case.

The pain of the bullets finally kicked in and you stumbled, only to be caught by the officer. "She needs help!" He called to the medics who were helping with getting Avanté into the ambulance.

You stayed in the hospital for a few days. Luckily the damage wasn't too serious. Avanté though had to stay a lot longer due to Erik damaging a major organ and cracking two of his ribs. You felt terrible seeing as he was just trying to help. Avanté didn't deserve this at all. 

You made sure to visit him every day, and thankfully he was recovering. Slowly, but surely.

The police informed you that a neighbour, probably one of the six called them. 

When your family got the news they didn't stop hounding you and checking on you every hour of the day. You mother cried when she saw you in the hospital being treated. She even cried when she saw Avanté and blamed herself. She knew her assumptions were right, but you always appeared happy with Erik so she didn't want to believe it. She continued to apologies to the point where it got annoying and you had to tell her that you promise everything was fine.

Your father was the most upset to find out the news. He really put all his trust in Erik, even cared for him like he was his own son. All those years of trust destroyed in an instant. 

Half of your family was ready to kill him and the other half were in so much shock and did their best to console you, which too got annoying, but you understood it was all with good intentions.

You stayed at your parents house for the mean time, and the news was on in the background the whole day. You were lounging on their sofa while on your phone, scrolling through your social media when a sudden headline caught your attention.

You froze instantly, staring in horror. 

Black man arrested last week escapes police custody, killing three police officers.

Your heart rate picked up, and the emptiness of the house felt even more eerie to you.

There was suppose to be a trial for him in regards to the entire situation. Two things mattered to you, a restraining order and him being locked up for however long.

The weight of the world sat its fat ass on your shoulders once again.

When your parents got home, you informed them about the situation and they immidietly made calls to the police department, chewing them out on how they could let a murderer escape so easily. With all that he's done, you would expect them to take bigger cautions regarding Erik. But then again, Erik was trained to be a living weapon and assure his survival.

They advised you not to go anywhere alone (except for the bathroom), carrying around anything to protect yourself and avoid places that he knows you enjoy going to.

When it came to time to return to your apartment, Tonya and Kariah followed you, helping you load a moving truck. You ended up finding a place downtown, and despite the higher price for rent, you would be safer. It was always busy downtown, no matter the time of day or night. It would be hard adjusting to the fast pace, but you'd rather that than live isolated and alone in constant fear. 

In the back of your mind, you were afraid for your parents and family members incase he tried to attack them, but he solely wanted you and no one else. The only person who you were the most worried for was Avanté seeing as he was there with you during the incident and Erik almost did in fact kill him. Fortunately, Cali was not his state. He was only visiting for the summer.

Months went by and you finally adjusted to the hustle and bustle of downtown. Your therapy sessions were going well, work was pretty smooth and your roommate actually wasn't so bad. She was kind of a hipster, and enjoyed things like aromatherapy and those rocks with healing properties. It helped to keep you in the right headspace, whether it was power of the mind or if it actually worked.

She grew up outside of the city, and wasn't overwhelming. Gladly.

But despite all of that, you were never one-hundred percent okay. In the back of your mind, you felt like he got closer each day, almost as if he was right there. It felt like he was watching your every move.

Just knowing that he was still on the loose made your mind go mad in fear.

You could only go one day at a time, cautiously and carefully, assuring that he wouldn't take you away. Surely he couldn't... Right?

Finally! I finally finished the story! Literally a whole month later. Lol!

I honestly had no idea how I wanted to end this one, but thanks to you all I could. Now, lemme just reveal something.

In the last (A/N) I gave you some choices. The biggest factor was Big Cousin OR Little Cousin. If you chose, Little Cousin, congratulations! You just saved a lot of folks from dying. Big cousin on the other hand would've actually been Avanté walking in the room and that would've ended up a little... uh... grim. The other three options assisted in the flow of the story.

Freedom OR Locked entailed Erik, whether he would be free or not. (Or the reader if you chose big cousin)

Fuss OR Fight, I ended up doing a mix of both.

Angst OR Death... Clearly went for angst. Death is self explanatory, right?

But yeah, that's all. I know this one was a little darker, but I hope you all enjoyed it anyway!

(Start/Finish: September 7 - October 4, 2019)

[vampcubus]

I have one for thirsty thursday! What if deku was caught fucking one of y/n clothes so now y/n has to punish him

Uh ohhh, we got a dirty boy here that doesn’t know how to handle your scent or his feelings for you in the beginning... so stealing your clothes every now and then was almost inevitable. At first, he would just sleep with them, holding your clothes close to his face for him to take in your addicting scent... but then he got a hold of a pair of your panties. It’s when sniffing quickly escalates to him wrapping your pretty lace panties around his cock as he moves them up and down his length, eyes rolled back into his head as his hips buck against the fabric.

Izuku whines against his own hand, imaging that he’s kissing you, not his sweaty palm as he hastily gets himself off with your stolen panties. Bright purple and incredibly hot wrapped tightly around his cock, soaking wet with his precum as he fights against his own orgasm. He doesn’t want to cum yet, he wants to cherish every moment, every brush of his flushed tip as it rubs against the lace. He’d never dare keep your underwear, much too guilty at the thought of you finding out something so personal has gone missing for too long. And he would perish at the thought of you finding him in possession of your panties.

Izuku’s jade green eyes squint shut as his thighs clench, quaking as the friction against his hand and your pretty panties starting to wear away at his self-control as his nervousness quickly melds into desperation. And just like that his mouth fell open and all he cared about was cumming, his hips bucking wildly against his hand as he raced towards his release. Izuku keened, panting loudly as his hand sped against his cock, rubbing your lacy undergarments against his burning flesh.

“F-fuccckk, I- Y/N I- pleaseee, oh god I think I-I’m... Ah-ahh! Shit, I’m-!” Izuku babbled senselessly, only to be cut off by his own screaming moan as he slams his cock into his fist and starts to erupt, his hot cum spilling from his slit and staining your panties as he bucks and squirms with rapture.

It’s not until after he’s collapsed onto his All Might-themed sheets and stopped shaking that he opens his foggy emerald eyes to see you standing in the doorway, his misplaced notebook in one hand and a loose jaw as you stared in awe. Following your darkened gaze to the mess he’s made of your purple panties and his softening dick he nearly launches himself off the bed trying to cover up, already spewing his apologies and excuses.

“OH mY GOd! I promise this- it's not what i-it looks like I was just- I mean I was- you don’t- I’m s-s-s-so sorry!” Izuku startles at the sound of his door closing and his notebook being dropped on the floor- along with your shirt??? His owlish green eyes widen as they dart back up to see your bare flesh as you start crawling on the floor towards him, a devilishly smug look on your face as you saunter towards his curled up position on the floor, barely covered with a pillow. “Y/N? Um! What... hey hey hey woah!”

“So you’re the panty thief raiding my drawers~ I’ll say that’s earned you quite the punishment, Midoriya.” You purred.

[eternal---light]

Sorry sorry tw self image idk

Rambling again please ignore thank you

Do not read.

I feel huge. I feel like I am a thousand pounds.

And then I look at my selfies from earlier?? And I know I'm like posing with the angles and stuff but even with all that I don't look how I feel.

I feel sick. I ate soooo much for dinner. Maybe I looked like this in the morning but could I really be that much bigger now from eating three bowls of macaroni? I feel like I'm twice the size now.. oh well.

Like. My legs aren't that big are they, not in this photo??? But in real life I'm overwhelmingly huge. Photos are a lie, they're all that bull shit Instagram reality nonsense. The camera doesn't show the truth. I can't wrap my head around this.

I am tired of being trapped in a physical form.

I want to go swimming again and be weightless. This world is so heavy and I feel heavy as a result.

Like I know its all in my head, I know the truth is somewhere in between what I see in the mirror, what I feel in my body, and what the camera shows.

I'm trying not to be obsessive. I want to go shopping sometime (I'll wait till our cases go down though fuccckk), I want to buy a bunch of xl crop tops for summer, nothing tight, to wear with the 20 pairs of leggings I have. Shorts for summer though toooo... maybe some sweat pants style baggy shorts.. clothes that are summery but large to hide how I really look like I can't stand tight shirts.

On a similar but different topic.. I am actually really looking forward to seeing him on Wednesday... like besides all the fun and companionship and all that other wholesome relationship stuff, it's really grounding to be sitting next to someone who I am smaller than. I know that sounds vapid and weird but he is sooooo much bigger than me, and I've always been a big girl. But he's like over 6ft and over 200lbs, (I asked haha, idk was so curious because he's like all muscle 🙃) what the fuck. My self image is so distorted.

The last two guys I dated(?) long term were smaller than me and that always fucks me up haha. And yo.. I would have made more of an effort with J but he's so much shorter than me, like I don't know, we have something but it's not enough chemistry to pursue.

Also. I have a scale and I weigh myself but that number always stays the same so I don't understand that either. I don't expect it to go down, because I work hard to eat consistently these days, but! I am shocked it hasn't gone up. Maybe my scale is broken.

[tenaciousarcadeexpert]

The Party is Just Beginning

Special thanks to @princesswagger15 for collaborating with me

“Is it on?” Garcia asks as she looked through the lens of her video camera. “Okay, it’s on, and hiiiiiiiiiiiiii everyone.” She then roams around the mansion. Rossi was fortunate enough to take the team to the ski lodge over the holidays and the team decided to take advantage of it, from going skiing, to using the hot springs and even setting up a party. Garcia then decides to film the holiday party.

“Say hi to the camera.” She then tells JJ, Tara and Kate, as they wave back to the camera. She then runs to Luke in the kitchen, who had just pulled out a tray full of gingerbread cookies.

“Luke, Luke! Say hi to camera.”

“Hi camera.” He playfully waves back. She then runs to Alex and Reid, who were sitting near the kitchen table while Reid eats some doughnuts.

“Hi Spence, Blake.”

“Oh hi Garcia, are you making a movie?” Alex asked as she and Reid look on to the camera.

“Yep, I am.”

“Cool.” Reid then waves back while eating a donut.

“What game are you two playing?”

“Oh, just some lovely mahjong. It’s a lovely tile-based game that was developed in China during the Qing dynasty and has spread throughout the world since the early 20th century.”

“Cool.”

Both Reid and Alex nod as Garcia walks away. It didn’t seem much of a big party going on, mainly since it was only 14 of them at the house, tho it would soon become on, as the gang starts to become energetic just as the day progresses. She was just about to encounter Matt and Elle play smash bros, only to hear Ashley and Emily laugh in the living room, as Derek flops on top of Hotch on the sofa. Boy, this was starting to become a Christmas party.

“Oh my god, what are you guys doing?” Garcia laughed as she noticed Derek hudding Hotch.

“Huh? The fuck are talking about?” Hotch said rubbing his eyes. He tried to move, only to notice Derek wrapping his arms around him. “Wha-Morgan?! What the hell?!”

“W-What?? I-I i don’t understand.” Derek said sitting up a little.

“Were you just on top of me?”

“If that’s what you call it.”

Hotch then noticed Garcia staring at him with her camera, much to his surprise. “Garcia, are you filming this?!”

“Yes haha! How could I not?”

“Shhiiitt, to be honest I thought the couch was just really hard and lumpy.” Derek said getting off Hotch.

“And stop laughing, this isn’t funny.”

“Yes the fuck it is!” Tara said.

Garcia then points her camera at Emily, who glares into the lens.

“Uh Garcia, do you mind asking me why you’re filming us? I mean, what’s the point.” “Uh hello, I’m just trying to make some memories. Plus you all look pretty photogenic here.” Garcia tries to zoom up on Emily’s face, only to cover herself while pushing the camera away, much to her amusement.  “Rude.” She scoffs. She then points her camera back to Hotch, whom Derek continues to wrap his arms around him and cuddle, much to his amusement though also embarassment when he sees Garcia filming him again, this time, with him smiling as Derek hugs him.

Hotch groans as he tries to wave Garcia away, but to no avail. He then covers himself with the blanket before turning his back away. Fortunately for him, Garcia left as she overheard Elle and Matt playing video games in the game room.

“Not gonna lie, but I was hoping that me and Reid would end up in the same position as Derek and Hotch.” Marissa said drinking fruit punch.

“Maybe later.” Emily winked. They suddenly stop to hear a couple of screaming from another room. They watched as Garcia follows the source of the noise and followed her as well. Soon, they were suddenly greeted by the sounds of Elle and Matt screaming and swearing as they play Outlast 2 on the game console.

“FUCCCKK! I swear this game has me all the way fucked up! What are we even supposed do?!” Elle screamed.

“Why did we even chose this game in the first place?!” Matt asked.

“Because we didn’t play it when it first came out…”

He paused and looked over to Elle. “I-”

“Hey guys, what are you two playing?” “We’re playi-”

“OHHH SHHITT!.......FUCK!” They were suddenly startled by a jumpscare in the game.

“What the shit was that??!!” Elle yelled.

“Piggy Piggy Dude.”

“My god, what is this?” JJ asked.

“We’re playing Outlast 2.”  Matt responds, clutching his chest. “Goddamn jumpscares.”

“This is a Christmas party and of all the games you wanted to play, you two chose that?” Kate glares at them.

“It………..it was free tho……..”

“Yeah, but still. You’re gonna get nightmares from it, I know I did when I played it.”

The two gamers sigh as they keep playing.

“Well, all I know was that I got some really cool content for my video.” Garcia smiled. “Even though that means I’d have to spend a few hours watching happy cat videos after this.”

“Wait Garcia, were you just filming us?” Elle looked at her.

“Mayyybbeee…..????”

“W-why?”

“B-Because I wanted to…”

She and Matt sigh as Garcia pats both of them on the back before skipping away. Nonetheless, they kept playing.

“So I guess that’s everyone.” Garcia looked to her camera. “Oh except Rossi, but he’s only out to get some more eggnog, because Someone thought it was a good idea to hog most of the eggnog!” “I said I was sorry!” Luke shouts in the background.

“You better be.” She rolled her eyes. She then walked over to a tall tree standing by the staircase, and scrolls up and down.

“And here it is, our beautiful Christmas tree.”

“Oooooo pretty!” Tara said.

“We all took a fair share in decorating the whole tree, and might we say that we all did a pretty good job.”

“Yeah, we did.” Garcia then scrolls down to a large pile of gifts surrounding the tree. “And oh my, we’ve got tons of presents. I wonder what’s inside, ooooo can’t wait to open them.”

While Garcia continues to roam around the holiday home, Reid just had just walked out from the bathroom after washing his hands, where he noticed Marissa sitting alone at the living room. Seeing that she was all by herself, he walks over to her.

“Hey Marissa.”

“Oh hey Spencey.”

“What are you watching?”

“I think it's Rudolph the Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer.”

Reid looked to the screen “Ooo Rudolph, the 1964 version, my favorite one.”

“Really? Haha, I would've picked you as a Tim Burton Nightmare Before Christmas guy.”

He shrugged his shoulders. “I-I like both.”

Marissa raised an eyebrow “What’s up? You stuttering?”

“Eh, it's a force of habit. I was gonna ask you if it's okay if I can watch the movie with you seeing that you're by yourself. Unless you want to be alone.”

“Oh, of course you can! I'd love to spend some time with you hun!”

“Cool.” He then sits down beside her as they watch the movie. Just then, the two notice the little mistletoe hanging above them. Before either of them could say anything, the two suddenly found themselves kissing each other on the lips.

“Wow haha.” Marissa blushed, prompting Reid to blush in return.

“Where'd you learn skills like that Reid?”

He stuttered. “I-I don't know. It just came into my head.”

“Well you're amazing.” She smiled.

“Thanks.”

“Always.” She rest her head on his shoulder as the two continue to watch the movie. Unbeknownst to them, Garcia was somewhere secretly filming them.

“Omg you guys are giving me LIFE! Y'ALL ARE JUST THE CUTEST!” She quietly squealed. She then strolled around to the living room before staring into the camera

“And that’s all of us, I hope you-” She heard the doorbell rang. “Oh, I wonder who could that be?” She then peeks at the door and smiles, revealing Rossi as she opens the door.

“Oh look it’s Rossi! The man we’d want to thank for letting us stay over and borrow this beloved holiday house for a party. Say hi to the camera Rossi.” Rossi was too focused to even bother staring or saying anything to the camera as he struggled to carry two large boxes inside, giving a rather side eye look to Garcia. “Sorry about that. He’s a little preoccupied at the moment, but that’s okay. He’s usually like that.” She then looked around to see everyone else having fun at the party, from Matt and Elle playing video games, to Reid and Marissa watching a movie, to Alex eating cookies with JJ, Luke and Tara while everyone else play games and dance. It wasn’t much, though it was already becoming a party.

Happy New Year everyone!

tagging: @marvelfanlife​​, @cosmicmelaninflower​​​, @jaqren​​, @cynbx​​, @farfallasunicas​​,  @theartisticgogh​​, @ultrarebelheart​​, @itsmeedee​​, @princesswagger15​, @theartisticgogh​

[tearuefulvt]

Ever get a tension headache from fucking up your neck while sleeping paired with a sinus pressure headache from all these wicked storms we’ve been having, tangled up in the sheets with a migraine from the terrible florescent lights/this shitty pc having the loudest threesome in your head? That’s what this is, or it’s what it feels like. Holyfucking shit my eyeballs are throbbing and my teeth are sore and there’s pressure constantly shifting all over my face and I can’t move my neck any which way without pain shooting up that and whaat the fuccckk. I can’t focus on anything but this shit and I want to low key throw up or shove my head in a freezer or sit in a hot shower and never leave or hide under the covers in bed but I got 2 hours and 10 mins to go cause I was late due to traffics and sabkjsad. I can’t write anything but painpainpain because it’s blasting all my focus from anything else but man I could continue to go into the minute detail of the weird sensations that my very skull is throbbing and every slight movement of my heads sends a sudden dizzy whir of suffering and fuck shit cock I need this to stop.

[adiamondsrae]

✨Well after Libra ✨♎️✨season...it will be Scorpio ✨♏️ ✨sooo here Lol 😝 ✨ Build A Bear 🐻 has released their Oogie Boogie Doll...I have a Limited Edition Shark Week 🦈 Shark Doll and I’ve been debating if I should cut out the voice box in it’s foot (& have someone sew it back up for me) and dispose of the voice box because it’s my exes voice and no one needs to hear that shit...” A Diamond is Forever and so is our love baby girl “ shhhhuuuuut the fuccckk upppp wit dat fake SHIT ✨🤮🤢🥴😂😝💯✨...It’s a Shark Week Limited Edition AINT like imma just donate and give it away . My Big Shark “Sharky” and Power Shark/Stark (Shark Piggy Bank) all gifts from my exes...YALL BISHES WAS SMART...getting shit Shark related knowing DAMN WELL I wasn’t gonna trash it...however I’ve given away or thrown away some other shit...Spring cleaning 🧹 & shit lol 😂...I keep the useful shit like keychains and shit I still really love or like...thanks for the gifts lol...you know what my ex said...LOL he said... I got you a bunch of shirts of things you like so that whenever we do break up...you’ll remember me or have a reminder of me” ...THE TOXICITY OF IT ALLL...DIMI RUN BITCHHH WTF ✨🤷🏽‍♀️✨ but although I still have some stuff... I know who gave them to me but doesn’t stop me from liking or loving the things...it’s just a reminder of how life moved on but thanks for the gifts THOOO 🎁 (bitch ass shit is that)...when you gift something to someone it shouldn’t be because of that (my exes logic on gift giving) ...should be loving and genuine PERIODT ✨💯✨ ✨Repost from @michael8161 Hilarious meme had to repost it here lol 😂 HOW IMMA TEACH MY FUTURE KIDS sex is not happening til the appropriate age in their life...it’s a great Boogeyman behavior corrector lol ✨💯✨ ✨🖤🎃✨ LEGIT PRO at this Horror GAME movie watching activities lol this not just an October THANG ...THIS IS LIFE...TIS THE WAY ✨💯✨ https://www.instagram.com/p/CGZt-O6Fy3N/?igshid=sckj1usn9w0o