#never change you toxic-ass lil girls

[yellowocaballero]

do u ship sakuino

THEY'RE GOD'S MOST PERFECT BABY LESBIANS

I genuinely think everything about Sakura and Ino is elevated if their feud over Sasuke was honestly just them mostly having confused crushes on each other and being weird about it. Ino is so the type to try and make someone jealous and then get upset when the person takes the bait and also finds somebody else to date. The "girls obsessing over a guy" thing works best if the guy is what they think they're obsessing over, when they're actually obsessing over each other and/or when there's another underlying problem.

However, I am also a really big Team 7 OT3 person. I'm also an InoSai QPP person. I'm also a "Sakura has many hands" person. Regardless of anything later on in the story, Sakura was definitely having a big baby crush on Ino at this time period and in about a year she was going to deal with it by ALSO pretending that she cared about Sasuke. Thank God Obito saved her from anything developmentally normal and gave her a village.

[satocidal]

𓂂 ˚ ☆ ꙳ * ࣭ 𓂂 ˚ ☆ ꙳“15 missed Calls”—Geto Suguru

Synopsis: Suguru wasn’t a jealous or angry man but then you usually didn’t flaunt your ass a round in a tiny dress either- but hey, Halloween’s every girl’s pass at being a whore, right?

── ˚₊✩‧₊ A/n: ok yeah I’m late to post for Halloween but it’s like barely anything to do with it so <3 also I did stray away from what I’d planned to write but then hehe👉👈 also, thanks to @romiyaro for beta and in general (I swear I’ll get pouty! Reader in some Drabble now💀)

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── ˚₊✩‧₊ warnings: MDNI!!smut!!fem! Reader x Suguru; pussy inspection; degradation; jealous (but totally not toxic) Suguru; orgasm denial; hinted power dynamics; reader is more or less a brat; spitting; Suguru is almost a soft dom? It was supposed to be just smut but idk (PWP)

��Crawl”

You stared at him blankly, “Now,” Suguru added, brows raised- a smirk wide on his face as you drop to your knees.

“I’ll be back late, don’t wait up on me Su’”

A nod he passed mindlessly—“Sure thing babe- just lemme know if I have to pick you up and don’t get wasted, send me a message if you change locations and-”

A heavy pause settled in, you walked in skittishly—a bashful grin on your face, “This ok?” Question which referred your dress in place.

Mostly, it wasn’t ok—definitely not appropriate in the way the small little satin piece hugged your body, so short Suguru was sure you would flash somebody after two drinks.

But it was Halloween—every girl’s free pass at being a whore.

A sigh Suguru let out, “it’s gorgeous, you’re gorgeous…”

Your smile, guilty, only spread further, “..but?”

He smiled, shaking his head, “Nothing, just take care ok?” A step towards you and a turn of his finger to give him a spin—chuckling as you twirled excitedly and then hugged him—he was very sure it would be a long night.

-

15 missed calls, 25 messages with the same connotation of “are you ok?” And “where are you?”

A single slurred reply to you 40 messages with a “suguwu :)):) m’ kay. Pck me up im 20?”

And with all obviousness, it wasn’t well received at all—so evident in the way tension hung heavy in the car, your seat belt properly holding you in place—his piercing gaze, and the certain placement of his hand on your thigh that kept you as sober as possible.

“Mm sorry,” you slurred out again, head lolling to the side to look at him—stuck at the way his jaw clenched at your words.

Not a word he passed, not a word after that, did you.

And hence, ride back home was quiet, awkward and…in some way, scary.

Click- the door fell shut, locked, entrapping what was of you and Suguru alone in the house.

And just so suddenly, every stitch in the hem of your flimsy red dress began seeming interesting—“What did I tell you?”

You winced and groaned, internally at his tone—“The fact that I trust you to- to, gods,” he paused as if searching for the right words—but you saw it, the switch in his eyes as they darkened just the slightest—“To leave the house dressed as a cheap little whore, one thing I asked for. Your fucked out lil’ brain can’t even do that?”

You stood there in the middle of your apartment, frowning and loosely, berated as a little kid, it seemed.

“Mm’ sorry Su’ it’s just- the girls-”

A sharp glare from him, enough to make your excuses die down your throat—“The girls this and the girls that right? Why was there nobody when I picked you-”

“-I ordered them all Ubers,” you muttered under your breath, a silence resting again.

“And you couldn’t one for yourself, why?”

You paused, hesitated—never once looking at him, “I thought…I thought I had you so…”

That was when Suguru took notice of the pout you held—the one you did all the time, The one he mostly loved.

“Besides,” you began—attention strained on the memory as you thought hard, “I’m not a child to be taken care of, or someone who’ll get lost-”

What you had assumed would quieten everything down only seemed to uproar a side of him you barely saw.

“Excuse me?”

You gulped, hard—“well yeah-”

“Shut the fuck up.” He snapped, moving all so close—“You were down right freezing and shivering when I pulled up, I don’t care what your girls do but your tits were almost hanging out, like a damn slut. Hell, why did you have those 20 dollar bills stuffed in there?”

You almost wanted to chuckle at the last part- it would make for a funny story, but the look on Suguru’s face screamed that it would have to wait till at least, the next day.

“I was alright,” you scoffed, a hand pushing him away—not a budge that it caused in his stance, “The bartender…he was nice- didn’t even let no one come near our drinks and- and even offered me lemons after closing and-”

“-woman,” Suguru interrupted quick, a long sigh withdrawn, “it was me who offered you lemons,”

You waited—a pink tint already dusted your face, ears burning at his words, “oh.”

He sighed again, seemingly recollecting his thoughts as you bit your lip—gods how he adored you—especially when you wobbled slight, wrapping your arms around his torso and pulling yourself into him, head resting in his shoulder.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled softly, against his body—his hands resting on your sides, “I know you’re a big girl alright? I know you can look after yourself,” he pulled away slight, a kiss landing on your forehead, “but it’s my responsibility too you know? And it was majorly annoying to have you gone like that,”

A nod you passed, again an apology mumbled except this time you were met by the shake of his head.

“No you’re not,” he mumbled, “you do this a lot you know?”

And you do, not informing him of the late night work sessions and what not, not informing him on time of a date cancelled, he was rightfully tired.

“Now, here on I’ll just punish you doll, you can deny it and we’ll go off to sleep and deal with it another time or you can be a good girl, my good girl and take everything because frankly, I’m a little too mad to sleep right now,”

You looked into his words, it wasn’t a bad idea, particularly, you would of course never utter a no.

But then, you knew what it entailed, you knew how it ended last time, how embarrassing but then just how much you loved it too—a nod, all the affirmation provided.

“Strip,” a command from there on, “quick,” he added, eyes boring into your form as he did so.

And strip you did, it wasn’t anything new but just the way your fingers trembled, as did your thoughts as you pulled down the satin dress down—Suguru’s groan was loud, sounding throughout the apartment—your breasts well out easily, “No bra?” And you wanted to snort at the obliviousness of the question, of course, no bra.

“At least tell me you’ve got your panties still on,” you licked your lips, face warmed up at his words—it wasn’t anything new, but then why did that certain tone of condescension feel just so right?

Suguru held back another groan as the white g-string came to his view, the one that he bought, “such a slut,” he whispered.

Over the couch, he motioned you—the sound of his tongue clicking as you stepped forward.

“I’m sure only good girls get to be with dignity,” there on his face, he held a grin which you wanted to slap away too—but all to no avail.

“Crawl” everything in his voice assured you that a brat was not what he would appreciate tonight.

You stared at him blankly, “Now,” Suguru added, brows raised- a smirk wide on his face as you drop to your knees.

It was simply embarrassing, in the way your hips swayed a little as you moved, all that was your dignity remained flitted to that small piece of clothing that you knew Suguru would probably tear away.

Your gaze remained downturned, too ashamed, humiliated to even look him in the eyes—but just one glance and you’d see that amused smirk, the satisfied expression on his face as he took in the sight displayed for him.

You halted near his feet- a ginger lick of your lips, unsure, uncertain on the sequence to be followed, tugging on the hem of his pants in a confused manner.

“Hm? Don’t know what to do? My, and here I thought the big girl was all so smart to do as she pleased,”

You let out a loud whine at his words, startled a little too as he squatted down to your level—“sh,” he muttered, pressing a finger to your lips, “all I want to hear tonight is an actual apology,”

Another nod, tersely you snapped your eyes away, knowing that’s as all you could do tonight.

He hummed along as well, getting up and motioning you with a finger too, “on the couch please doll,” and you were sure what was to come here on.

Across the arm rest you lay, biting your lip—so exposed, so vulnerable and to think he hadn’t shed a single piece of clothing himself.

His fingers were gentle in the way they touched you, you knew he wasn’t mad—but you knew you’d also end up crying by the time he was done.

They traced you gently, over your back, feathery touches to your spine—tickling almost, he bent down just at that too, down to your ear, “Feeling ashamed hm?”

A hum was all to add to his words as you lay yourself easy, tension ebbing away with the way he massaged you—“you know,” he began, “you should be more ashamed of your actions, acting like a brat rather than being ashamed of your pussy and bare ass on display,”

Just at that you wanted the couch to engulf you, you knew that he knew you did—that was the purpose, “You deserve some punishment eh?” A squeal you let you as his pinned you inner thigh, pushing it apart—“should get your pretty little girlfriends too eh? Make em watch since all of you seem like a bunch of sluts to me,”

All in good humour, you reminded yourself, but a small pout found it’s way along your features, as it always did when Suguru got degrading.

“15 spanks,” he mused, “just pink enough right?” — the sentence was ended with another pinch, 15, you but your lip—there would be something more to it.

“15 and you thank me for each, yeah pretty thing? Your pretty head can do that f’me tonight?”

you bobbed your head, not daring to even turn your head and look at him once.

A patient quiet settled in, your body relaxed further—Suguru smiled wide as he looked at you, so perfect for him, “remind me why you’re here sweetheart?”

The sweetness in his vice was sharp still, condescending in every way, “b-because I uh- I…I was out late? Didn’t—did not call o-or inform you-ah!”

-smack!

Your words simply fell short as the slap landed hard on your ass, so sure to grab it right after and and squeeze—Suguru pulled back, and waited.

“Thank you, Suguru,” you sighed, and you waited right after, expecting the next hit.

“We can stop if it’s too much-”

“-I’ll take it, wanna be a good girl, please i-”

A sharp slap on your right cheek and then the left, aimed carefully, accurately proportional, “atta girl,”

“Thank you,” you groaned at his words, eyes clenched shut, surprised in the way he chose not to hold back in midst of your words—but then, typical Suguru.

Just so, many a times Suguru landed the flat of Palm down on your ass, dusty pink to a rosy one, the process was slow as your backside gained its hue, so pretty.

18 spanks in, Suguru never spanked just the amount he promised, always more—the 19th spank sounded like a crack against your warmed up ass, you didn’t bother showing your gratitude.

A small pause, Suguru chuckled, “nothing? Why don’t I just-” a sharp pain elicited in you bottom half as another slap sounded in the room- a hard spank on your pussy, just hard enough to have you gasping.

“Thank you,” you mumbled out—tears forming at the brink of your eyes now,, form slumping onto the couch, exhausted and spent, sore from the position he’d had you hold so long.

“Bet you are, especially from all this wetness,” another slap on your pussy, “getting wet from your punishment?” Another slap, the tears threatened to spill, at this point, “that’s how sorry you are?”

You wanted to scream at him, thatyou were sorry but it was Suguru and this conversation was nuts to begin with so you remained your quiet, the pout slowly turning to a frown.

“On the couch, legs wide apart,” scrambling to your feet, you detested the way he chuckled as you grabbed onto him for support, the booze never helped and the way you were all so sore from hefty time spent in that uncomfortable position, nothing helped at all,, but that was fine, Suguru was gentle in the way he helped you settle.

“Just a small inspection, ok doll?”

The words and the fate of it came crashing down on you fast.

You gritted your teeth at his words, you knew what that meant—he would find your arousal, shame you for it, punish you maybe and you loved the process, every bit of it.

Sprawled across the couch, feet planted to your side onto the couch, while Suguru rested in the place between, warm breath tickling you, making your hole clench around nothing.

“If I slip these panties down,” you’re weren’t sure why he even bothered asking, the wet spot was all so apparent, “will I find you wet?” Even so, you lay audacious—a shake of your head, his smirk widened.

Fingers hooked into the waist and of your g-string, he pulled quick, not a second wasted , he’d been wanting to do this all evening.

An amused raise if his brow, eyes stuck at the string of your juices that worked its way from your pussy to the gusset of your flimsy panties.

There, finally, in all its glory, your pussy lay glistening with arousal under his gaze—“liar,” he grinned as he stared at it hungrily, “such a fuckin’ liar,” he repeated, almost in a daze.

Subconsciously though, your hips rolled, almost lifting to feel his touch, another set of clicking sounds, “don’t act like a cheap whore, you think I’ll just touch your pussy like that?”

Your eyes watched him, confused, as they stared down at his form in between your legs, kneeling for you, hair tied back.

“Need to see if this pussy’s still worth it babe,” and soon enough, everything made sense—a whine of disagreement rose through you, a glare from him acted enough a filter.

“Please, I’m sorry-”

“-prove it doll,” was all he muttered as he dove his fingers onto your pussy, mindful to only cause discomfort as he prodded at your folds, no more or less.

“Let’s see…” he snickered, “gods,” he chuckled, “think I gotta clean all of this before I can even start eh?”

Your eyes bounced around ditzy, you wanted just him, anything—“but the question is do we do this the right way and I wipe you clean? Or…” and all before the statement even came to its end, Suguru had dived in, pressed his hot tongue flat against your folds, basking in the gasp that you let out.

A sharp inhale you took as he pulled away just as fast, his eyes stuck onto yours, “I think cheap whores like you shouldn’t get the better end of the stick so…” with that, you cursed internally at the box of wipes that Suguru and you kept on the coffee table all the time—you cursed as the pulled out three tissues with ease.

“It’s supposed to cause discomfort so be prepared for that but if it hurts or is too much, let me know, ok?”

You nodded at his words, nervousness flickering on your face and he chuckled, squeezing your wrist slight—little comfort that it provided.

The first dab was ginger, as if testing his boundaries, soon came the second and then the third—until Suguru was easily navigating and cleansing you, almost felt infantilising.

How so very humiliating indeed.

“That’s your apology hm?” The smile jo longer rested on his face, “look at only me when I’m down here,” he added, noticing the slight hang of your head and almost closed off eyes.

“Such a naughty girl that you are,” he mused, “am I to believe you got this turned on from a spanking? Or was it something your girls did hm?” A sharp smack that ended on your hardened clit, he stroked it a little while he was there, “how absolutely pathetic doll,”

Shame blanketed you slight, not covering all of what you wanted for you still remained absolutely naked and open on for him, a satisfied hum he passed, tossing away the second tissue after dragging it from your slit all the way down to your other hole.

“Now that I begin inspecting my girl,” he chuckled at the pout you’d held the entire while, “you brought this upon yourself baby,”

And you had, but particularly, Suguru did think you held up better than most times.

You watched as he eyes your pussy, unsure of how to embarrass you further—he grinned, “my my, it’s so pink underneath all that slick hm? Almost as pink as your sweet ass,” with that he landed a sharp slap to your ass, just as a reminder—giggling at your squeal.

Thick fingers spread apart your folds slowly, tracing it over your pussy lips—a tickling sensation, “is your cunt clean enough to be used hm?”

You let out a sigh as he pulled at your folds, making sure to not once lay a finger on your clit—yet accurate enough to just pull back the hood of it.

“Is it clean enough that I can use your little hole now as a cum dump?” His fingers patted down onto your bare cunt, relishing in the wetness that seeped out your hole—“maybe you don’t deserve it all hm?”

With that, Suguru spit on your cunt, the wetness only ever grew as he Smeared it around, “had to make sure,” he snickered mischievously, “that this pussy’s still mine.”

You wanted to whine and groan, shove his head into your pussy so he eat you until you cried—but you know, you knew all too well that any attempts would only get your hands tied and mouth gagged with your soiled panties.

Suguru hummed, snapping his fingers, “eyes on me doll—now, I think, from the outside, you’re ok,” he smirked, “but I’d need to check the inside too right?”

You nodded at his words mindlessly, of course anything he said would he correct, “you’re lucky I’m not mad at ya, would’ve made ya bounce on that dildo of yours till ya’ cried,”

And by now, your patience was running low—Suguru was a tease, apparent from the way your clit itself twitched for his contact, your hips rolled and hole clenched uselessly—you were dying to fight back.

But you wouldn’t, because Suguru demanded a good girl tonight.

A finger moved into you slow, very slow, hips bucked only to be pushed down harshly by Suguru at that—“Take only what I give you,” he warned, loving the feel of your walls clenching about his finger.

You were to watch him, sure but nothing mattered anymore as your head fell back—“please,” you whimpered, “just a little more.”

He smiled at the way your face contorted about his thick finger, slow as he moved it about, a circular motion and then pushing it against your walls before pulling away entirely.

The slick coated his finger just as before, only this time He brought to his mouth still, tasting you right there and humming.

“Good as always,” he muttered, eyeing carefully your ministrations, “please Suguru,” you cried out, “touch me p-please,”

Tricky slope.

Suguru was going to touch you anyways, of course he would but your statement only ever pushed away the ebbing orgasm he would’ve provided.

“Of course, my love,” he grinned—slyly before pushing in two fingers roughly into your hole—loving just how you gasped and mewled about it.

Then again, nothing mattered to you anymore.

"S-S—Suguruuu, harder... please. Moremoremore!" your begs fell in a hoarse voice.

“A sweet spot already?” A toothy grin he held as he pumped the two fingers into you slowly, loving the way your eyes rolled back at his touch.

Your thighs were spread out wide on the couch — raised now in the air as he leaned his body close, reaching knuckle deep and curling his thick fingers up into a gummy spot that made you shudder and grip a cushion.

"Ouh, Fuck! Sugu—"

“Ah, ah, ah, only apologies I said, right?” His tone was so soft even so, almost heavenly that you felt.

You pinch your bottom lip between your teeth as he hits deep strokes and massages his fingertips into your gummy walls— sticky juices are all over his hand because of all that cleansing he worked out of you earlier. Suguru smiled to himself, knowing you wouldn’t appreciate getting that couch wet with your juices in the morning—to hell with that.

You looked cute, as you gasped and moaned in his fingers—he took note of the ever present pout on your lips, oh how he wanted to fuck it out of you—but then, the mean thrusts diluted down to gentle strokes soon enough, boy was he soft for you.

Suguru was doting still, knowing that no way you could’ve taken his cock without prep—struggling with even his fingers tonight, he loved being bigger than you.

Bigger, faster, harder and merciless as they pursue your orgasm.

"Gonna cum and make a mess for me again? Yeah?"

"Yes! Please, pleasepleaseplease — make me cum!" you whisper frantically against him.

He chuckled when you moan, pumping his fingers faster and faster, fingering at your clit with his other hand to tip you over the edge.

“Nothing unless I allow it,” he announced finally, ah—that was why he’d been lenient earlier—gods how you hated him.

He studied you intently as your orgasm built up, if only that was his focus onto other things— maybe if he would have had the same determination in general as he does now when finding your G-spot, then he perhaps wouldn’t have struggled with daily life issues as much as he had to.

Suguru's dampened forehead rested against your thighs. He felt the radiating heat of your pussy in this proximity. Those dark eyes never stop staring at you, making sure you're as flustered as possible even in this pleasure-drunk state.

"Fuck... you're gushing..." he says in awe, " 'promise to lick my fingers clean after, yeah?" he rasps against you.

"Yes yes yes!" you say. He's pretty sure that you would have said yes to anything right then; you were so blissed by the way his fingers worked into your soaking hole, by the way they stretched you open just right.

The apartment was filled entirely, with the sound of your gushing pussy squelching with his thrusts—so tempted to attach his tongue onto your cunt but he knew you’d never be able to control yourself after that.

But to tease you was the goal—just slightly, almost a feathery touch he lay on your clit as he began rubbing it again, “shit doll, I do think your pussy’s worth turning a cum dump into,” you groaned at his words—mind almost mush as you chased your high, clenching at his fingers—until he pulled out immediately.

Until your high entirely ebbed away.

A confused and betrayed look you passed him, “wa-wait what? Suguru-! I-”

He simply giggled at your state, slapping your ass one more time as he got up and away, “you’re an idiot if you thought you’d be cummin’ t’night,”

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[eph3merall]

toxic!ex!matt + a sprinkle of mean!matt . . .

cw ; slapping

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matt is a... nice person. you know this, he knows this. he doesn't get mad too easily, keeping his calm almost all the time when anyone ticks him off. at least, that's what you thought. it never occurred to you how toxic the man was, leaving him after finding girls' contacts on his phone and some of the toxic shit he's done.

but, it always confused you how matt never seemed to care when you officially announced to him you two were done. it was like he just didn't care at all, after it took you so long to muster up the courage to even confront him about it. matt was shrugging and chewing on the toothpick in his mouth, as you huff in frustration and throw a few more curses in his direction.

you eventually got all your stuff and ended up crashing at your friends' house for a little. she was happy to have you anyways, not having seen eachother in awhile as you talked to her for hours about everything. in the end, she wasn't surprised that matt was a douche bag. maybe you aren't exactly surprised either—but he was a good boyfriend... kind of. but, if everything else wasn't good with him, the sex definitely was.

maybe it's why you find yourself outside matt's door. you're upset. pissed off and annoyed. matt always knew how to calm that storm down, and maybe you just needed him without realizing. your first instinct was to just go to him, yet you weren't even sure why. he was an asshole in the relationship.

when you find yourself in his room, matt is rolling his eyes when you start rambling on and on about whatever the fuck. you always talked a shit ton. that never really did change about you—but you looked.. more glowy. like you were doing better. a lot better.

when you kept droning on about something probably about him, matt is just sighing and sliding his hand into your hair. patting your head and then his hand comes up to pat your cheek a few times. "shut up." before his hand slapped your cheek gently—shock forming across your features as the sting starts from the harsh impact. you blink and turn your head to glare at matt, even though it did distract you from everything you were so worried about.

it's why matt has you on your knees between his legs, a hand cradling your face as you whine gently. he knows you. god, he knows you so well that he knows just how to get you to stop yapping your ass off. maybe you needed it too, with how much anxiety had wrapped around your entire body.

"shh, y'got it. doin' real good, baby," matt is cooing at you so gently, you forget that he's your ex. that you probably shouldn't even be here right now, for both of your sakes. but you can't help the way your cheek leans into the palm of his hand, warm and inviting. his eyes glance at your pitiful fucking expression, his free hand slapping you across the face gently.

sometimes, matt doesn't feel like making you suck his dick when you get too pissed off. so, he'll settle on this, or some other tactic to get you to shut your mouth. even after you two have broken off, some things just never change. and, in some way, matt kind of hates how well he knows you as he lands another slap across your pretty lil' face. "i got you, baby. i always got ya. don't gotta worry that head off anymore."

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inspired from a thought i posted idk how long ago

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[dilfl0v3rss]

poison

summary: ony was a known player. women have practically threw themselves at him in hopes that they’d be the one to make him “change”, but they never succeed. he finally met his match when he started messing with you…

cw: toxic!reader, toxic!ony, smoking, smut

word count: 3.6k

onyankopon wasn’t the type of man to chase. he wasn’t the man that would go above and beyond or make a woman feel like she could never be replaced. ony believed women were for the moment, having nothing to them that made him yearn for more. he’d be with a women one night and be moved on and ready for another women victim the next.

“man how you just gon block keisha like that? she bad as hell” connie said as he and ony rolled up on his couch. the darkskin male just laughed, shaking his head as he closed out her instagram profile and began looking through the hundreds of other women in his dms. “i already fucked, and it was like every other pussy i put my dick in. she pretty tho” connie shook his head in disappointment as he continued to crush up the weed between his fingers.

ony had no problem settling down, or so he said, but he just doesn’t think the women he’s been with were the right ones. leaving each of their houses without so much as a “goodbye” before deleting them from his phone and from his life completely. “don’t shake your head at me nigga. you be doing it too” ony laughed as he watched his friend place his hand on his heart. a shocked expression on his face as he played offended by the accusation. “it’s not the same and you know it. i at least talk to em from time t’time. you delete em and have em going crazy over you” all ony did was shrug his shoulders, continuing to roll up his blunt without trying to defend himself.

“lemme just take you out t’dinner then. m’tryna get t’know you ma” the brunette said as you sat in the passenger seat of his his hellcat. you were only here for some free weed, using your beauty to your advantage as you batted your lashes and bounced your tiddies while laughing at every terrible joke this man tried to crack. “can i think about it? ima very busy girl” your sultry voice made eren’s palms sweat as he handed you the baggy full of weed. you had this man whipped and he hasn’t even ever fucked you. “alright mama jus lemme know, and i put a lil extra in there f’you. witcho fine ass” he mumbled his last sentence as he watched your ass move in your shorts while getting out the car. you turned around slowly, kissing your hand before blowing it to him. your sparkly clear lipgloss making your lips pop as you gave eren a cute smile.

as soon as he drove off your act dropped. an annoyed look quickly fell on your face as you rolled your eyes. “corny ass nigga” you mumbled as you made your way into your house. these men where too easy when it came to you. always gravitating towards your pretty face and how you carried yourself like a “good girl”. you were nice to everybody, and everybody was nice to you. when you would find yourself messing with a guy, it was never for long. as soon as you got what you needed there was always an excuse on the tip of your tongue.

“m’going through a lot right now”

“i gotta focus on my classes more”

“i need time to heal from my past”

it was honestly the easiest thing in the world. and since you were so nice these niggas had no choice but to put respect on your name no matter what.

you quickly made your way to your room, turning on your led lights to purple as you got out your tray, papers, grinder, and your freshly “bought” bag of weed. “let’s get this shit started” you said as you turned on your tv.

as ony looked through his phone he noticed a freshly posted story from your account. he thought nothing of it as he clicked it. eyes widening at the sight of your other stories throughout the day. there was picture after picture of your beautiful body in a sundress. posing with a hand on your knee as you bent over slightly in the mirror. the next photo was you in a tube top and mini skirt. your big brown eyes looking away from the camera with a finger on your lip as if you were thinking. “jesus” ony mumbled. why hasn’t he ever seen you before?

connie leaned over and looked the the picture. “oh that’s y/n. she fine as hell ain’t she? been tryna get on that for months” his best friend said before taking a hit from his blunt. ony was intrigued. you were one of the sexiest girls he’s ever seen. “why ian ever seen her?” he mumbled as he continued to go through your stories. “that’s ‘cause she a good girl. she don’t party, don’t be fighting bitches over dick, nun of that. she be in her books and chilling” connie’s words brought excitement to ony’s body as he looked at your latest post.

you were in your bed with ed, edd, and eddy playing on your tv. your beautiful brown legs crossed, nails and feet looking freshly done as you held a fat blunt in between your fingers. ‘in my own little world’ the story captioned with poison by brent faiyaz playing softly in the background. ony’s fingers moved before he could think, swiping up on the post before typing you a quick message.

a ding from your phone brought your attention away from your cartoons. ‘must be eren’ you thought as you took a deep sigh before opening your phone. you were right, but there was another message after his.

onyahead replied to your story: let me join that lil world

you have heard plenty about onyankopon. the 90s fine dark skin that had a thing for breaking girls hearts. never seen with a girl, but constantly in the middle of drama when women are at each others throats over a man. he was no good. a liar, a sweet talker, and most of all… a player. but still you replied.

prettybrowny/n: i’d rather not have a mob of girls coming to burn my shit down.

you threw your phone to the side, giggling to yourself as you continued to watch your shows. less than ten minutes later, you heard another ding from your phone.

onyahead: don’t be like that ma. i’m just tryna smoke

what? did he think you were dumb or something? this man was clearly not “just tryna smoke” and that was obvious. it was nearly one in the morning. but still you replied.

prettybrowny/n: send your # and i’ll drop my lo

you weren’t like these other women he’s been with. you didn’t want the same things from him as they wanted. it was late and you were bored. eren gave you so much weed that it wouldn’t hurt to share, and at the end of the day onyankopon was nothing more to you than a man. a very fine, well known man, but still just a man. and at the end of the night you still expected to see him as such.

a smile graced ony’s face as he rose from connie’s couch. he quickly grabbed his hoodie before making his was towards the door. “where you goin? i just rolled two more” connie said. ony looked back at him, a sly smirk adorning his features as he twisted the doorknob. “finna go fuck on the good girl.” all that was heard from connie were loud gasps before ony left the house, putting your address in his gps as he approached his black srt challenger.

‘know you ride it right. i might jus die tonight’

‘but you know i’m still coming through baby’

you changed the lights in your room to red as you waited for him to arrive. rolling up two more fat blunts as you hummed along to your favorite song.

‘i know it's bad for me. and you know it tastes so sweet.’

‘i think i need your abuse baby’

ony was happy to see that you only lived ten minutes from connie. checking himself in his mirror before exiting his car and making his way to your front door. after he knocked on the door he saw a glimpse of your beautiful figure through the window. cami top on without a bra, booty shorts so tight he was almost certain he’d see some of your ass spilling out if you turned around, and your pretty gold anklet shining as you walked towards the door.

you looked up at him with your big brown eyes. your clear glasses reflecting your porch light as you spoke. “hi” you said quietly before moving to the side so he could enter. you closed the door behind him before leading him deeper into the house. “where we smoking at” ony’s deep voice made your stomach flip as you swayed your hips as you walked, already knowing he was looking at your ass. “my room”

‘girl you do damage to me. know i love it ,yea i love you’

‘ain’t nothing better for me now’

“welcome to my lil world” your pretty voice caressed his ears as he walked towards your bed. he thanked the lord he wore sweats as he laid down on his back. waistband hanging low on his hips, happy trial showing as he put his hands behind his head. his hood was up, covering his grey durag. your eyes traveled up and down his body, repeatedly stopping at his waistband. this man wasn’t wearing boxers. “you gon stare or you gon smoke me out?” his voice snapped you out of your thoughts, making you slowly sit in the middle of the bed before picking up the blunt.

‘girl you do damage to me. know i love it, yea i love you’

‘ain’t nothing better for me now’

ony moved closer to you laying down almost right next to you as he watched you put the blunt to your lips. “i rolled you your own ‘cause i got lipgloss on” you gave him a confused look at the chuckle he gave you. “what?” ony gave you a small smirk, your stomach doing flips as you noticed the gold grills adorning his pearly white teeth. “ion care bout that. we can share. make it last longer” you gave him a small nod before trying to start up your lighter. ‘why you gotta break now’ you thought as you repeatedly flicked the lighter just for nothing to come out. another chuckle rumbled from his chest before ony dug in his pocket for his lighter. his big tattooed hand made its way towards your face before he held the fire on the end of your blunt. “gotchu ma” he mumbled as he watched the smoke begin to rise into the air.

you took the first hit, letting the calming drug run all through your system. ony watched tv as you smoked, paying you no mind as he waited for you to rotate to him. you did the same after passing him the blunt, shifting your body towards the screen as you sat on your knees. ony took this as the time to ogle you. like he thought, your ass was spilling from the bottom of your shorts. what he wasn’t expecting was the pretty dermal piercings on your lower back. the diamonds twinkling at him as if they were begging for him to rub his thumbs along them. “how long you had these?” he mumbled to you, making you turned around before following his gaze. “oh. ehhh about a year now” you said before turning back towards the tv.

ony leaned up, sitting next to you as he continued to shamelessly stare at the front of your body now. perky brown breasts, pudgy little stomach, thick thighs, and a pretty face. you were his poison.

‘angel of the night. down between your thighs’

‘i’m still here. ain’t no excuse baby’

you felt him stare at you, but kept facing forward. fighting back the urge to shy away from his gaze as you fidgeted with your fingers. this man was something else. it was like he wanted you to eat you, but you wanted to stay strong. ‘i’m not like them. i’m smarter’ you thought to yourself as you took a deep breath and turned towards him. “you chieffing it nigga” you giggled as you went to grab the blunt from him, but ony moved his hand away. putting it in his other hand which on the other side of his body. “gotta come get it if you want it mama. ion do hand outs”

his voice brought a certain tingle in your nether regions, making you have to take a deep breath before doing what you where about to do. you reached across his body, purposely putting an arch in your back as you slowly looked him in the eye while plucking the blunt from his fingers. the two of you stayed still for a while, looking into each others eyes.

‘i see you in my sleep. i'm scarred beyond belief’

‘ain’t nothing you can't make me do, baby’

ony was the first to move, sliding his free hand down your back before letting it slowly smooth down your ass. the dark skin and ink of his hands contrasting with the light pink fabric of your shorts. “so pretty” he mumbled, loving the way you shied away from his gaze at the compliment. he was breaking you down, but you were doing the same to him. heart beating rapidly in his chest as ony looked at your beautiful breasts peaking at him from your top.

‘girl you do damage to me. know i love it, yea i love you’

‘ain’t nothing better for me now’

you followed his eyes down to your top before slowly moving off of him. blunt now in your mouth as you inhaled deeply. ony watched you, brown eyes never moving from your face as he let you blow smoke on his. you admired him some more, feeling a your breath hitch as you noticed the prominent bulge in his sweatpants. ony saw you staring, smirking as he thought it’d be nice to tease you. “you want it baby?” you mindlessly nod your head, the effects of the weed starting to get to you as you quickly covered your mouth and began shaking your head “n-no”.

“s’okay mama. i wanna give it t’you. can i?” this man is good. you know he has no intention of keeping in contact with you after tonight, keeping his voice soft to bend you to his will as he used faux kindness. if you were any other girl you would’ve fell for it immediately. but if you weren’t then why were you letting him move your stuff from your mattress to your bedside table? and why were you letting him lay you down on your back? big inked hands making quick work of removing your shorts, before ony smiled down at your pretty pussy.

‘girl you do damage to me. know i love it, yea i love you’

‘ain’t nothing better for me now…than your poison baby’

ony quickly removed his hoodie and shirt before setting between your thighs. his brown eyes looked up at your for the “okay” to begin and you let him in a heartbeat. you don’t think you’ve ever gotten better head in your life. ony was skilled with his tongue, running it all over your pussy sloppily before he sucked softly on your clit. he repeated the motion over and over again, getting rougher and rougher with you until your back was arching from the bed. your hand flew to his head, holding him there as you began to grind on his face. ony seen no problem with this, wanting you to get as much pleasure as you wanted right now. “m’gonna cum ony. fuck m’gonna make a mess”

ony looked up at you before snaking his hands up your body. he lifted your shirt to free your pretty breasts before squeezing them in each of his hands. “gon head. make a mess on daddy face” your body didn’t stand a chance against him. a loud whine was released from your lips as you came all over ony’s face, wetting his mustache and anchor beard. “good girl” his praises went straight to your core, making your arousal build up again as he slowly pulled down his sweats until his dick sprang free. now you could understand why women would fight and throw themselves at this man. he was very well equipped. a thick vein running up the underside of his dick as his bounced up and down before you. he was not only long, but incredibly thick, making you wince as he began to line himself up with your entrance.

‘girl you know i play my role when i’m inside that’

ony noticed the worry in your eyes. “relax babygirl. i would never hurt you” he say lowly, letting you grip his hand as tight as you needed while he sunk deep into your walls. he gave you time to adjust, keeping your fingers intertwined as he began slowly stroking you. “how it feel ma? does it hurt” his soft voice made you want to melt into the sheets, eyes already rolling back as you felt his dick kiss all the right places inside of you. ony noticed your lack of reply, chuckling as he watched how fucked out you already were. he continued to talk you through your daze, only stopping to give you light kisses on your neck.

“feel so good mama”

“takin me like a good girl”

“you like bein my good girl don’t you?”

the praised just kept on coming and before you knew it, his large inked hand was wrapped around your throat while ony began to pound you into the mattress. the sudden change in pace made your legs shake at he began to hit you so deep you were seeing stars. “how it feel baby?”

‘with my hands around your throat. i know you like that’

ony felt your release coming, the tightness of you walls making him have to close his eyes as he continued fucking into you. “s-so good daddy. feels so g-good” your moans were music to his ears as he started quickly rubbing his thumb all over your clit. “then make a mess f’me. show me how good daddy make you feel” you listened to him instantly, your release quickly rushing out of you and all over the both of your stomachs as ony fucked you through your orgasm. “good girl mama”

‘girl i’ll do anything’

before you knew it, ony had flipped you onto your stomach. strong hands lifting you up by your waist before he sunk back into you again. “it’s my turn now ‘kay?” your eyes widened in shock at his words.

‘you mean to tell me that whole time everything was just for me? this man is a problem.’

you thought as you felt ony begin to roughly fuck you into the mattress. both inked hands, pushing your back down as he began to angle his hips downward to keep hitting your favorite spots.

“you feel it mama? feel daddy in your tummy?” ony groaned as he felt you clench at his words. he left kissing along the back of your neck before he pulled you up slightly by your hair. “say my name baby” spit dripped from your mouth to the sheets as you listened to the filthy words that came out of ony’s mouth. “say who fucking this pussy so good”. the way he was fucking you, you were glad to say his name. replying to the best of your ability as you felt him kiss your g spot. “onyyyy. o-on-yyyy fucking this pussy so g-good. feel so good daddy” you screamed as you felt ony’s dick kiss your cervix. “that’s right mama. now cum with me. wet my dick while daddy fills this pussy up.”

‘to hear you scream my name. i love your game’

‘i do…..i do’

the two of you came together. your release tricking down your thighs as ony gave you three more strokes before stilling inside you, filling you with his hot cum. he let you catch your breath before slowly pulling out and laying on his back. his strong arms lifting you onto his chest before he said something he never imagined he’d say in his life. “do you want me to spend the night with you?”

‘girl you do damage to me’

when ony woke up he was met with an empty bed, the sound of the shower running signaling to him it was time to go. he made quick work of getting dressed and before he knew it he was out the door, walking tiredly to his car. as he pulled off he contemplating blocking you. your pussy was one he’s never had before. your moans were like music, and your beauty was unmatched. but still he felt like he needed to block you. so with that being said he pulled out his phone, searching your account on instagram so he can do what needed to be done, but his jaw dropped at the realization that your account was nowhere to be found. while he was asleep you room you made the executive decision of blocking him before he even got the chance to block you. ony smiled at your cleverness, but you were “not clever enough mama”

‘but i love it babe’

as you got out of the shower, you heard the sound of your phone dinging. ‘must be eren’ you thought before picking up the device. it wasn’t eren this time…your jaw dropped as you looked at the name on your phone.

snapchat: onyaheaddd sent a chat!

ony💯: i’ll be back over tonight. i forgot my hoodie.

‘oh you’re poisonous baby’

[laylasredemption]

I know Micah Bell is the bad guy, but hear me out, I have a few headcannons for dating him

warnings: might be toxic y'all gotta excuse me cus i've just got out of a toxic relationship myself that's how i deal with it; also smut (i really gotta write a whole smut based on these headcannons) pls guys stay away from toxic men irl read at your own risk, might be a lil messed up

The first time Micah lay his eyes on you, he knew he had to have you, and he knew how to get what he wanted. You were much younger than him, probably somewhere in your early to mid 20s, and he knew how to talk you into thinking he could be the big, scary guard dog, protect you from the evil of this cruel world.

Maybe you even had the tendency to fall for the bad men, and he quickly found that out. Let's be real, he could read you like an open book, so it didn't take long for him to realize how naive and impressionable you are. It was so easy to manipulate your emotions however he wanted to, and you thought he's the only one who truly understands you.

Other gang members would notice that, of course, and they would try to make you realize how wrong this is. But Micah would make sure you don't chat with them too long. He'd barge into the conversation, say something to the other person about not bothering his girl, and drag you away.

He wouldn't physically punish you, or that's what I want to believe, but his words would cut deep into your heart. Almost as if his words were bullets and you were his favourite target (nessa barrett referance), he'd especially try to shatter your self esteem, calling you stupid for believing even for a moment what others say.

The emotional rollercoaster, god, Micah could be so sweet to you one moment if there was something he wanted to gain from you, if he wanted you to believe in his good side. You'd often ditch your morals for him, and he'd reward you with affection, maybe a kiss if you're being really good.

Then his mood could change in a moment. Like walking on eggshells, you make one wrong move, and in the best case he's giving you the silent treatment. In other, less pleasant, cases he would again call you stupid, dumb, anything to tear your self esteem down.

GASLIGHTING!! I totally see him saying stuff like "You must be crazy if you think I [insert something he definitely did]."

He'd never make the relationship official, but at the same time he'd say he'd kill any man who tried to take you from him.

Lying, lying, lying. He'd lie to you so much you wouldn't know what to believe anymore. This and false promises to get on your good side again.

Now the NSFW part

POWER PLAY he'd love to be in charge in bedroom as much as outside of it, having you submit to him is what gets him off, he'd love pushing your boundaries, testing how far he can go with you. He has some dark fantasies and he'd try to get you to try them out.

He's never gentle. We all know he's a lil sick in the head, so he'd always be rough in bed. The louder you scream the better.

His fav position would be doggy, partially because he could push your head into the bed, the ground, or whatever there was underneath you, and partially because he could just grab your hips, digging his nails into your skin, and slam all the way in and out of you, the head of his cock bruising your cervix.

You'd always be sooo sore on the next day, not just inside from all the pounding, but also outside from the bites and scratches he had left on your body. And your ass would be definitely bruised because y'all can't tell me this man ain't into spanking the hell out of you.

During sex he'd love to tell you that you belong to him. He'd keep making you say it, asking you who you belong to. Especially if he'd seen you talking to any male gang members that day. Oh, and of course, he'd say something like "Bet he could never fuck you like this."

As much as he doesn't want to commit to you, he'd love to see the marks he left on your body, indicating you belong to him.

He would make you cum, just because he wants you to think no one else can bring such pleasure to you. But there would be absolutely no aftercare. He's cold and distant. He got what he wanted, that's all that matters for him.

I feel like he would definitely use sex as something to distract you if he makes a mistake. And if you make a mistake? He either fucks your brains out or he turns you on just to not let you even get undressed nor touch yourself.

Honestly, he wouldn't mind people overhearing. Hell, he'd be even into getting caught. At least that would show others that you belong to him and no one else can touch you.

I feel like he'd be into gunplay, using his guns on you during sex, holding a gun to your head while he's fucking into you or when you're sucking him off. You'd have no idea about it, but he wouldn't take the bullets out beforehand. He didn't plan to pull the trigger, but if the gun was to fire on its own, the danger only added to his arousal. He's a sick man, what can I say?

[fairlyang]

Let you break my heart again II🕷️

will your friendship be strong enough or will it be easy to crack through?

w/c: 2.9K

pairing: miguel o’hara x f!reader

tags: angst, more heartbreak, no more playboy, typical girl best friend problems, crazy gf, cheating allegations, betrayal, heartbreak, the end

notes: I dragged a lil ass I wanted it done the next day but writer brain </3 FINAL PART !!!!! (My original idea was for mig to only admit his feelings to reader after she got gwen stacy’ed)

part one

Months had passed and this girlfriend actually stuck around. He didn’t get rid of her and he somehow didn’t grow bored of her like he had with the others.

The worst part had to be when they made the three month point and he decided it was finally time for her to meet you.

That day your nerves had grown and you weren’t so sure you’d be able to do it. To pull through and not just burst out crying when you watch as he looks at her with pure love in his eyes.

It looked like his playboy days were over and he was finally ready for a solid relationship.

You barely made it through the night and if it weren’t for Peter’s hugs and MJ’s comforting words when Dana went to touch up her makeup and Miguel went to go change clothes, you would’ve been an absolute goner.

It was getting late and Peter offered to take you home to which you immediately accepted. Miguel then offered to take you after dropping Dana off but you politely declined.

Especially after seeing how wide her eyes got and she was (not so) subtly glaring at you.

Usually girlfriends would hate the girl best friend just because they’re a girl, but in this case Dana is a smart girl, and she had an instant inkling of your feelings towards him.

Even though you’ve remained respectful like you always have been when meeting his girlfriends, she didn’t like that Miguel had a girl best friend.

She kept her mouth shut and pretended she was fine but slowly piecing things together in her head.

So after saying your goodbyes and leaving Miguel’s apartment it didn’t take long for you to break down in the backseat of Peter’s car with an empathetic MJ trying to console you.

It only grew more difficult to hide your true feelings. Especially because Miguel would now bring Dana to group hangouts. Which makes some sense, even though Peter and MJ were just friends when you met them, then grew feelings for one another.

Alas you had no choice but to suck it up.

Three more months passed by and your love for him never faded. He didn’t even treat you that differently either which did end up causing some trouble for him from Dana. She apparently didn’t like how close you guys were, even if you did know each other since you were 14.

She claimed she should be his only best friend and what else could he really ask for.

He told her that you’d always be his best friend and he wasn’t going to toss you out just because she wants to be his only best friend. He can have multiple best friends.

How could he throw away an 8 year long friendship?

He then called her crazy for thinking she can control who he’s friends with.

So she recalled his words right back to him when she randomly ended up befriending his younger half-brother, Gabriel, merrily weeks after that argument.

Miguel wouldn’t ever tell you the specifics of the argument, mainly because in a sense he wanted to protect you. He didn’t want you to feel bad that his girlfriend didn’t like you, (as if you didn’t already know) and that she wanted him to drop you.

So when hanging out just as a pair he’d only tell you he was frustrated with her. He told you that she had befriended Gabriel and you only saw red flags but kept quiet.

You tried to remain cautious of what you’d say when he’d come to you about relationship problems. Obviously deep down you want to tell him to break up with her because she’s toxic and controlling but it wasn’t the best idea as the supposed girl best friend that “isn’t” in love with her best friend.

So you told him to maybe spend less time with you, mostly because you genuinely couldn’t think of an actual suitable solution.

But it didn’t matter because ultimately he denied that idea quickly and looked deeply in your eyes promising you, “you’ll always be my best friend. Nothing’s going to change that.”

If only he knew and kept to his promise.

It was now two months after that conversation was had and a whirlwind of actions, words, and lies would turn everything around.

You went to eat some lunch at a cafe outside of campus when your phone died on the way back. You were fine without relying on your phone and just thought you’d charge it during your next lecture on your laptop.

As you finally hit campus and walked past different students sitting around the grass and benches, your eyes focused on a familiar head with its brown bob.

You sigh and felt your heart ache as you walked past Dana eating Miguel’s face out in public like that.

Until you took a double take and dread hit you after realizing it wasn’t Miguel she was making out with. It was fucking Gabriel.

You couldn’t believe she was just openly cheating on Miguel like it was nothing.

You stood a couple feet from them and you couldn’t believe this was real. You blinked, rubbed your eyes, and blinked again but sure enough it was the younger O’Hara brother with a red scarf and those goofy ass (but recognizable) goggles.

You gulped and took your phone out only for the screen to show that it was dead.

You mentally panicked and were afraid they’d catch you so you quickly ran inside and immediately headed straight to your lecture hall.

The klutz in you unfortunately never went away so you nearly fell as soon as you accidentally hit a body after making a turn.

Horror filled your eyes and body as Miguel held onto your shoulders, trying to see what was wrong.

Your eyes were wide and your heart was racing wildly, you couldn’t possibly do this right now.

“I- M-Mig- uh- ‘m l-late for c-chem- sorry!” You stuttered and pushed past him to get to class and manage your thoughts properly.

As soon as you made it and sat at your unassigned assigned seat that happened to be next to MJ, who was worried to see you so stunned, held your hand and tried to get you to be calm because you looked so distressed.

You hadn’t even realized your hands and legs were shaking. How could they not be?

You just witnessed the most brutal betrayal of all time and there was no concrete evidence whatsoever.

Your first instant thought was that Miguel wouldn’t believe you.

He was full on in love with Dana now, in what world would he believe the love of his love would be cheating on him?

Not only cheating on him but cheating on him with his brother?!?

MJ’s mouth was moving but you couldn’t hear a word, you couldn’t even read her lips. All your brain was set on was how of fucking course it had to be you who caught Dana’s ass cheating.

How fast she’d turn it onto you would be so insane. Disgusting even.

What if she exposed your feelings towards him?

What if she could convince him you’re lying?

All you could do is pray he’d believe his ole reliable best friend over a girl he’s been with for 6 months and his brother he never really got along with.

MJ was eventually able to catch your attention but it took the entire lesson for her to get a peep out of you. And that peep only happen to be a sad whisper of Miguel’s name.

As your phone finally charged your first instinct was to text Miguel, quickly typing the words, “need to see you, my place after class?”

He quickly responded with a simple, “sounds good.” Then followed by a, “should I be worried?” Which you had no response to.

You quietly told MJ the unfortunate news to which she nearly gasped out loud. Her eyes were wide and she finally understood why you were so freaked out.

The lecture had finally ended and you collected all your things while MJ was quietly asking you questions to which you quietly answered.

Following your tail as you left the lecture hall and off to find Peter to quickly fill him in, and to help with your nerves because you didn’t even know how to start off that conversation with Miguel.

They were both giving you suggestions on how to break it down gently to him while Peter drove you back to your place.

You could feel the anxiety building in your stomach and it felt so scary not knowing how he’ll react.

And it overall felt even worse that you couldn’t take a video or a picture. This was practically a test to see if he’d trust you enough to tell him the truth or just make up a lie.

You could only pray that he’d believe your words over hers but you couldn’t even begin to prepare yourself in case he didn’t.

How could he not believe you? Even if you’ve been desperately in love with him you’d never do anything to purposely destroy any of his relationships.

You were just too kind-hearted to ever even think about doing that.

Would he really have it in him to not trust your words anymore?

Will he believe her words over yours?

Will this lifelong friendship finally come to its end like Dana has been wanting from the very beginning?

Finally you had arrived at your apartment and you still felt uneasy. Miguel’s car wasn’t in sight until you heard the revving of his car and that’s when things started to get real.

They gave you their final words of encouragement before you got out and climbed up the steps to wait for him.

He parked behind Peter and as he got out you could slightly hear him ask if they were gonna come in to which they obviously said no.

He shrugged and walked over to you as you unlocked the first door before stepping in and walking to the left door that lead up to your apartment.

“Hey are you okay? You seemed shaken up earlier.” He said, walking in and shutting the first door behind him.

You walked in and stepped aside to let him go in then shut the door behind him. The anxiety returned and you weren’t so sure how to start it all off once you turned around to look at him.

Your heart ached and although you might’ve been filled with jealousy for months on end, you would never pray he would get hurt this way.

You always wanted happiness for him, even if it wasn’t with you.

And now that he had it, you had to break his heart.

How could you possibly let him down gently?

You felt your hands beginning to sweat and your legs started shaking again which he instantly noticed and grabbed you, carefully leading you to the couch.

He sat you down and sat right next to you, gently holding your hands, wondering what could possibly have given you such a drastic reaction.

You desperately tried to calm yourself but it was to no use. Your body was panicking inside and out, giving away that this was something serious.

You still didn’t know how to even start.

So you just blurted it out.

“Dana cheated on you.”

Silence filled the room.

You could’ve sworn he could hear your heart pounding out of your chest. He was frozen and immediate tears formed in his eyes.

This was so fucked up.

In all these years of being his shoulder to cry on, you were petrified that it would come to an end. In a way you kind of always relied on him being there no matter what.

This whole situation could make or break that.

“I saw Dana making out with Gabriel on campus…” you whispered before adding, “I’m so sorry.”

You had never felt so nervous in your life. You moved one hand from his and held his while he stared down at the floor.

You were subconsciously tapping your foot on the ground because the anxiety had just taken control and the silence was already killing you.

You couldn’t help but feel sympathetic, he truly has never been so happy, and now it’s just gone.

You looked at his face and as soon as you did, his tears started pouring out. One hot tear fell after another and you grabbed him, him embracing you as he cried into your shoulder.

You felt sick to your stomach, it felt like the most unfortunate thing to ever have happened to you.

Having to tell the love of your life that his girlfriend cheated on him.

Having to see how heartbroken he was.

Nothing would’ve prepared you for his reaction.

The quiet sobs and light shaking.

The way his hands were trembling while holding on to you.

You just hugged him as tightly as you could and gently rubbed his back to try to soothe him. Maybe it was past trauma that suddenly hit him, that he started to sob a little louder.

Your heart was practically breaking right with his. You felt downright horrible and weren’t sure how you could possibly help him. Only thing you could do was be with him, and you’d be with him for as long as he needed.

And you were.

Like the absolute best friend, of course you were.

The day after you explained in full, what you witnessed and he stayed at your place for a solid week before he decided to talk to Dana and listen to what she had to say. You offered to go with him but he said it was best you stayed, though he did really want your support but didn’t think it would be appropriate.

It was midday on a Friday when he had the call and he didn’t come back that night.

Or the next.

Or after that.

You had no fucking clue what was said and neither did Peter nor MJ.

Monday morning your mind kept thinking worst case scenarios which had you feeling uneasy as you were walking on campus to your first lecture.

Suddenly you stopped with Peter and MJ following suit at the sight in front of you. Miguel’s arms wrapped around Dana’s with Gabriel standing in front of them laughing at something.

That was the moment you felt your heart shatter into pieces at the realization of what happened.

Your words weren’t enough.

And in his emotional state and her false sweet voice she definitely used, of course he fell for whatever lying words she told him.

Her manipulative and crazy ass didn’t help from the pain this brought you.

He was your best friend.

Falling hopelessly and desperately in love with someone who was once a shy little nerd that would be there everyday for you, to now a man who doubted his best friend’s word for a girl he knew for less than a year.

8 years.

8 years you had known each other and not once ever lied to one another.

All of a sudden in his mind it makes sure that you lied about something as graphic as this.

All of a sudden he believes her words over your own.

Absolutely nothing could’ve prepared you for the way your heart ached and all you felt was hopelessness.

When Gabriel slightly moved, Miguel was now in clear view of you three, more specifically you.

The most vicious glare was all he was giving you meanwhile Dana only had a mischievous smirk on her face which gave you all the confirmation you needed.

Peter shook his head in disgust while MJ grabbed you, making you walk in the direction of your lecture while Peter walked behind you both before stepping up to him and muttering, “The truth will hit you hard one day.”

And boy did it.

Three months after that Miguel was going back to his place to cook a romantic dinner only to catch Gabriel giving Dana backshots on the kitchen counter.

Immediate regret hit him and he realized you were indeed telling him the truth.

He realized Dana’s bold lie that you were the liar, and made that stuff up about her was because you wanted to steal him from her, was indeed not real. That you weren’t deeply in love with him and needed to fabricate the perfect lie to finally steal him.

But before they both left (half dressed), Dana had to let him know that he was the easiest to manipulate out of all her exes. Then that the reality was that you were in love with him, the only lie being just that you didn’t plan anything.

She just hated girl best friends but also wasn’t in the mood for something so serious. She wanted a cop out. A way out.

So she figured you were the easiest target and making up that his other two friends, who she also didn’t like, were also in on it, was the best way to go about it.

The only reason she came back to Miguel was because she grew bored of Gabriel and wanted him back.

And he fell right into her trap.

And there was no way to fix or mend what he so badly broke.

It was far too late.

But at last, you’d never let him break your heart again.

[poebot]

“Toxic” Ellabs / F!Reader Part 1 | Part 2

summary: Ellie, your on-again off-again girlfriend, can’t seem to leave you alone. Abby is tired of watching you get hurt.

tags/warnings: this is mostly sfw! mentions of alcohol, ellie gets a lil handsy but that’s about it lmao

a/n: i go feral for the idea of hot women fighting over me so take this. on a more civilised note lemme know if you wanna see this continued in a part 2! apologies for any spelling mistakes ^_^

Your relationship with Ellie wasn’t what most would describe as healthy. You shared a bad habit of repeatedly breaking up and getting together again, always weak to her grand gestures and ‘I miss you’ texts. It was an endless cycle that neither of you seemed interested in breaking, but you had promised Abby and Dina that this time, this was it. You were done with her. Done with the constant flirting with other girls, with the endless arguments over her jealously problems, with the mess she’d leave your apartment in. You were done with it all.

Tonight was supposed to exemplify that; a trip to the club with your closest friends to celebrate your newfound freedom. You had put on your skimpiest dress (10/10 from Dina. Abby offered an approving thumbs up with minimal eye contact.) and had styled your hair and makeup just the way you liked it. Tonight was about forgetting about Ellie. And maybe finding someone cute to smash faces with, also in an effort to forget Ellie.

After one too many shots, you found yourself abandoning the group to go dance. You tried to coax the girls to join you, but Dina insisted they’d stay put and keep an eye out for you. They watched from a distance as your hands caressed your body, your tight dress clinging to your curves just right.

“She’s going to be the death of me.” Abby groaned, turning to face the bar. Being hopelessly in love with one of your best friends sucked, but it sucked even worse when said best friend was pining after a girl who didn’t treat her right. Every time you’d call her crying about Ellie, she had to physically fight the urge to shake you. To tell you that she was right here and would never make you feel this way. She hated Ellie Williams with everything in her. Dina pouted, rubbing Abby’s arm reassuringly and pushed a glass of whiskey into her hands.

✧༺♡༻∞

Your eyes were closed tightly, enjoying the fuzzy feeling of being tipsy when you felt a pair of large hands snake their way around your waist. You didn’t even have to open them to know who was behind you. Her clothes smelled of cigarettes and the same musky cologne that she always wore on nights out, and she pressed her lips against your ear as you continued to sway.

“Hey, baby. You look good.” Her voice was raspy and quiet under the noise of the bustling club, but she was pressed so close that you could hear her every inhale and exhale. You turned to face her, your eyebrows furrowed. “I thought I told you to leave me the fuck alone.” Ellie chuckled at your attitude, seemingly unconvinced.

“You say that every other week. Cmon… I seriously can’t change your mind?” Her roaming hands continued to reach lower past your hips, moving dangerously close to the curve of your ass. The flesh dimpled in her hands and you heard her let out a sigh. You hummed, pushing against her chest weakly as you felt warm heat flood your stomach. It was increasingly hard to resist her, from the alcohol thrumming through your blood stream to the tender way her body pressed against yours. She smelled so fucking good, you missed her so fucking bad, and before the rational part of your brain could think you were pressing your face into her neck, senses thrilled at being surrounded by her familiar scent and touch.

“Thought so.” Ellie smiled, moving your face from the junction of her neck to hold your chin up to look at her. “God. You look fucking amazing.”

✧༺♡༻∞

“Uh oh… Ellie’s on the hunt.” Dina chuckles, taking a sip from her cranberry vodka. She had spotted the girl almost half an hour earlier, sitting in a corner nursing a beer while she scoped out the crowd. In an effort to not spoil the night, she chose not to mention it to her friends. Atleast that’s what she told herself, ignoring the nagging thought in her head that this should make for good entertainment. Maybe Abby would finally make a goddamn move.

“What are you talking about?” Abby turned to look in the direction she was facing, and in an instant her smile dropped from her face at the sight of you enveloped in Ellie’s arms, her hands around your waist as she hugged you from behind. you seemed to be in a hushed discussion and your expression looked annoyed, but you made no effort to escape her as she started to sway with you to the music, her hips flush with your ass.

“You owe me like twenty bucks. I told you it would be less than two weeks.” Dina watched Abby over the rim of her glass, her lips slightly upturned in amusement. The girl was completely fucking hopeless. Her crush on you couldn’t be more clear, but your head was too far in the clouds to even notice. She punched Abby lightly in the arm, making her flinch. “Ow..” She murmured under her breath, as though her biceps weren’t crafted from stone.

“Dude. Stare any harder and they might combust.” Abby ran a calloused hand through her long hair, a nervous habit she had picked up whenever it wasn’t braided back. You convinced her to wear it this way tonight, telling her how pretty she looks with it down. Fuck, this sucks.

Abby stole another glance at the couple just as Ellie’s eyes met hers, and she planted a chaste kiss against your throat, holding the tense eye contact. Like a threat.

Fuck it. That was her last straw.

She grabbed her half full glass of whiskey and downed it, turning to Dina, her eyes blazing. “I’m going over there. She’s drunk, can hardly think straight. Shits’ not right.”

“Hey.” Dina grabbed Abby by her collar, yanking her back before she could storm off. “Go do what you gotta do. But if you get us kicked out of here, I’m beating your ass.”

[caashmoneynae]

AUTHOR'S NOTE: got inspired to write about Raq’s pretty self after i seen this edit. 😉

MY MASTERLIST. <- click here for more!

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YOU'RE MINES STILL. (GxG)

PATINA MILLER AS “RAQUEL THOMAS” FROM RAISING KANAN x BLACK!FEM!OC

SUMMARY: in which Simone & Raquel were toxic to each other and ended on bad terms because of this, but when Raq hears about her having someone else, she decides to pay Simone a visit. ✨ | partially inspired by this tiktok 🤣

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𝗦𝗜𝗠𝗢𝗡𝗘 stood in the dressing room of "Chocolate City" — the strip club she worked at — as she adjusted her outfit, taking her time to analyze her appearance while she fiddled with her skirt.

it wasn't time for her to go on stage yet, but she still wanted to look her best for the time being.

the woman flipped her ass-length black box braids out of her face as the door to the dressing room opened, revealing one of her coworkers and friends Destiny — who was known as "Rubi" on stage due to her signature red color that was displayed in her outfits.

"you know you not due on stage for anotha' 30 minutes, right?" Destiny asked, raising a brow, as Simone nodded her head and let out a soft chuckle.

"Divine always gotta' stay ready, boo. you know that." Simone smirked, referencing her stage name, as she playfully smacked her own ass and Destiny laughed at her before shaking her head.

"stayin' ready fa' Raquel, huh?" Destiny joked, smirking widely, as Simone smacked her lips and her posture stiffened, her face scrunching up at the sound of that woman's name while Destiny guffawed at the change in her demeanor.

to keep it brief: Raquel and Simone used to be a thing, and their fling was as toxic as ever. there would be lots of arguing, lots of breaking up, and lots of making up — until one day, the making up stopped and the two never reconciled again.

Simone had no problem with the business Raquel ran and honestly tried her best not to be involved in it, despite often being questioned by Detective Burke and other officers about her involvement with Raq. but once they stopped speaking, Simone deaded everything between them. she stopped speaking to her, stopped returning her calls, and just started avoiding her as much as she could whenever she was out, which included ignoring her brothers, but she still spoke to her son and her niece whenever she saw them.

Simone could no longer stay in that toxic environment anymore, and with the police constantly spying on her and trying to "catch" her doing something illegal, that just made it worse. so she did what she thought was best and left the environment for good.

but knowing Raq, Simone knew there was only a matter of time before she tried to weasel her way back into her life, and she'd be gullible enough to fall for it.

"i ain't mean to kill ya high, girl, c'mon! come get a drink wit' me!" Destiny giggled as she grabbed Simone's hand and led her to the door while Simone secretly mugged the girl behind her back.

"yeah, you owe me one after bringin' that shit up."

—

"...then that bitch had the nerve to push me, girl, i was 'bout to bash her muh'fuckin' head in, she clearly ain't know who she was fuckin' wit'!" Destiny scoffed, recounting an interaction with one of their coworkers that happened when Simone was off, as she shook her head and Simone chuckled while taking a sip of her drink.

"i'm tellin' you, Des', bitches around here always fuck with bitches who they know can beat they ass just for a lil' bit of street cred'. they don't fool me wit' that shit, i'on play that fuck shit," Simone chuckled, pushing a few of her braids behind her shoulder, as "I'm Still Waiting" by Jodeci began to play in the club and Simone raised a brow, shaking her head before scoffing, "outta' all the songs, why the DJ play this shit? c'mon now, man."

"must be a sign, babygirl." Destiny winked, making Simone mug her, as Destiny laughed and Simone chugged her drink, slamming the glass down like a shot glass while she cleared her throat.

❝ IT'S BEEN SO LONG SINCE I TOUCHED A LADY, AND I'M STILL WAITING FOR YOU TO COME BACK TO ME, BABY. ❞

"i'm 'bout to get pissed off," Simone mumbled, making Destiny burst out laughing, as Simone turned to Eleanor — the bartender — and gently pushed her glass toward her, "refill, please, Ellie."

"before you get that refill, lemme' holla' at you real quick, Simone." a familiar voice called out as Destiny nearly caught whiplash turning around and her eyes locked on Raquel, making her laughter intensify while she nudged Simone with her elbow.

"Raq', i ain't got shit to say to you—"

"well, i got a lot to say to you. so, bring ya ass on." Raquel interrupted the woman as Simone raised a brow and looked back at her, looking her up and down before scoffing.

"i'll be back, y'all." Simone mumbled, making Destiny smirk, as Simone side-eyed Destiny and mugged her before hopping off the stool, adjusting her skirt on her ass before walking behind Raquel.

as soon as the two walked out of the door, Raquel grabbed Simone by the arm and pushed her up against her white truck, making Simone's eyebrows furrow while she looked between Raquel's firm grip and dark eyes.

"Raq', if you don't get—"

"stop callin' me that, Simone, you know i hate that shit," Raquel demanded, her voice as firm as her grip on Simone's arm, "the streets been talkin' lately. and they been tellin' me you fuckin' with somebody else. that true?"

"as if that's any of your business." Simone mumbled, rolling her eyes, as Raquel chuckled and let go of her arm, gripping her neck instead and resting her thumb on her chin to lift her head.

"it is my fuckin' business, the fuck you talkin' 'bout? you foreva' gon' be my girl, Simone, get that shit through yo' thick ass skull," Raquel growled, leaning in closer to the girl, as Simone folded her lips together and looked into the woman's eyes, seeing nothing but anger and slight lust, "but since you got muh'fuckin' amnesia all of a sudden, i'll happily remind you of who the fuck you belong to."

—

"R-Raquel!" Simone cried, her thighs beginning to burn while she rode the strap, as Raquel wrapped her hand around Simone's neck and yanked her head up before it could fall back.

"uh-uh. look at me, Simone,"  Raquel demanded, lightly slapping the girl's face, as Simone whimpered and her low eyes locked with Raquel's fiery ones, "you think you can just go around givin' my shit away? huh? you thought i wasn't gon' hear about that shit? you must take me for a dumb muh'fucka', don't you?"

to tell the truth, Simone did start talking to someone new not too long ago. did they have sex yet? unfortunately, yes — and i say "unfortunately" because they were ultimately not good enough in bed — definitely not as good as Raq — and didn't fully satisfy Simone's needs, which led her to regret opening up her legs in the first place.

did Simone know Raq would find out? of course, she did — solely because Raquel finds out everything.

"you belong to me. your body belongs to me. and you better believe that pussy belongs to me too, Simone. so, don't fuckin' play mind games wit' me and think i won't find out about the shit you do," Raquel growled as she began to thrust up into Simone from underneath her, "you think my guys still don't keep tabs on you? on where you been? on where you at? on who you been wit' and where y'all been? huh?"

"R-Raquel—"

"shut the fuck up when i'm talkin'," Raquel grumbled, roughly slapping her ass and leaving her handprint behind, as Simone bit down on her bottom lip to keep her eyes from rolling back, "matta' fact, tell me who you gave my pussy to since you wanna talk when i'm talkin'. use that pretty lil' mouth, Simone."

Simone went quiet, her teeth digging deeply into her bottom lip and almost drawing blood from it, as Raquel glared at her and began thrusting at a quicker and rougher rate, her eyes narrowing in slight irritation while she stared at the brown-skinned girl on her lap.

"i-it was a g-girl from th-the Bulletproof R-Records sh-showcase!" Simone yelped, feeling the tip of the strap roughly jab into her g-spot several times, as Raquel raised a brow at her and chuckled darkly, shaking her head while she tightened the grip on her neck.

"Lou's showcase? and you thought i wasn't gon' find out, Simone? i look fuckin' stupid to you or somethin'?" Raquel growled, furrowing her brows, as she harshly slapped the girl's other asscheek and left another handprint, "all my peoples was in that bitch that night and you thought nobody was gon' tell me 'bout the wack ass bitch tryna' make moves on my girl?"

"n-nooooooo!" Simone sobbed, stray tears beginning to roll down her rosy brown cheeks, as Raquel smirked sadistically watching the tears roll down her face, knowing she was starting to get to the girl, "i-i'm about to—"

"you're about to hold that shit, that's what you gon' do," Raquel chuckled bitterly as she abruptly stopped her thrusts and lightly tilted her head at her, "you out here fuckin' otha' bitches and think i'ma let you cum? you must really be fuckin' crazy, Simone."

"no, no, no — please! i'm sorry, Raquel, i won't give yo' pussy away no more, just don't leave me like this," Simone begged, looking at the woman with teary eyes, as Raquel looked at her with a blank stare, that same smirk still written on her face, "...please, baby?"

"that "baby" shit not 'bout to work on me right now, Simone. you want that nut? you betta' work for it," Raquel chuckled, raising a brow, as she caressed her hip with her fingertips, "betta' put these hips to good use, mama."

Simone gently bit down on her bottom lip as she gripped Raquel's shoulders, her acrylics crazing the woman's bra straps while she began to bounce at a steady pace. Raquel continued to grip Simone's neck as she held her head up, refusing to let her look away from her eyes — and to be honest, Simone was afraid to because Raquel was unpredictable. Simone bounced and rolled her hips on the strap as her eyebrows lightly furrowed and her eyes slightly fluttered, her lips sitting ajar while Raquel licked her lips at her.

"there you go, pretty mama. work for that nut like a good girl." Raquel praised, that same smirk still on her face, as she rubbed Simone's sore, red asscheeks and Simone whimpered at the contact, her walls contracting around the strap while her orgasm snuck up on her for a second time — and Raquel could sense that it pending because Simone started riding faster and rougher than before.

"you gon' cum, baby? hm? you gettin' your reward for ya work?" Raquel cooed as Simone rapidly nodded her head and her jaw sat open while involuntary moans and cries fell from her mouth, "promise me somethin' and i'll let you cum, Simone."

"a-anything!" Simone didn't realize the potential risk of the answer to Raquel's statement, and honestly, she didn't care. she couldn't focus on anything else but getting her orgasm, and if she had to promise something to Raquel, she'd do it, no questions asked.

Raquel chuckled tauntingly and her smirk widened as she leaned in closer to Simone and rested her forehead on hers, watching her struggle to hold eye contact with a smug look in her eyes.

"Don't give my shit to nobody else."

[hihellogoodbyebruh]

WIP THURSDAY

Hi hi! I've never done one of these before, but I'm trying to be back in my writer bag so I wanted to just let everyone know what I have in the queue. Full disclosure, I did have a death in the family last week so I haven't written at all lately, BUT I do have a couple almost finished fics that I wanted to let ya'll know to be on the lookout for and I can know what you're most excited for.

Plus, I owe y'all a sneak peek too right? :)

Untitled - Tony Stark x Past Black!OC (Melanie Houghton), Tony x Black!Daughter (Nia)

Tony's daughter gets in trouble at school. Fluff piece mostly. warnings: microagressions/racism in school

Seduce - Angel Reyes x Black!Reader

Just a smutty drabble based on the Russ song of the same name. warnings: choking kink

Fall Slowly - Kane Hamilton x Black!Reader

Kane and Reader in a toxic ass relationship. Drabble based on the Joyner Lucas song of the same name. warnings: domestic violence

What's it Gonna Be? - Franklin Saint x Black!Plus Size Reader (nicknamed 'Cookie')

AU-Season 3, A tale as old as time. Girl likes boy. Other girl also likes boy. Boy likes one girl more than the other. Which girl is which? warnings: fatphobia, childhood bullying, canon violence (none of these are featured in the sneak peek)

Below the break is the aforementioned sneak peek. Thanks as always for the support. xo

Franklin just watched as you tried blowing the piece of hair out of your eyesight. He traced your forehead, down your nose, your juicy lips, and chin with his eyes. He could stare at you all day.

“You’re beautiful, you know that?”

You squinted at him, trying to gauge where he was coming from. “Don’t play with me, Frankie.”

“I’m not playing. You do know that, right?”

His eyes stayed on you and you tried maintaining eye contact as well but you soon felt overwhelmed so you looked away at the people skating.

Franklin wouldn’t let you hide so he gripped your chin to bring your attention back to him. “Right?”

You bit your lip before replying, “Of course I know that. Why are you saying it?”

“Cause I don’t think I’ve ever told you, and it needed to be said.” He answered, like it was the simplest thing in the world.

To him, it was.

Once again, he left you speechless. Your head tilted to the side as you studied him suspiciously “Well thanks, I think.”

“You think?” His eyebrow rose. Now he was the one confused by what you said.

You pursed your lips for a second before broaching the subject. “How’s Mel?”

“She’s aight I guess.” He shrugged, breaking eye contact with you and looking off to the side. His body language completely changed. “She’s leaving soon.”

“Hm. Pity.” You deadpanned, smacking his hand down so he wasn’t touching your face anymore.

“Cookie-” Franklin began but you cut him off.

“Save it.” You stood up to walk away when you were stopped by a warm hand on your stomach.

“Wait a second…” Franklin insisted, standing up the same moment you did. His fingers flexed on your stomach to keep you in place.

You both stood there quietly for a moment before your eyes went from his hand to his face. Your heads were close together with an inch of space between them. You wanted to kiss him. Declare your love for him. But all you could do was stare.

“Franklin?” A voice called out and you looked over his shoulder to see Mel standing there with skates in her hands. “I’m on my break.”

You smirked at Franklin and nodded your head towards Mel. “There go yo lil friend.” You raised an eyebrow at him challengingly.

[hoonvrs]

—And randomly on the same day on the class after lunch break, shes like "hey can I sit in the middle rn if you don't mind'. I just gave up and switched seats zoning out and all. And then she randomly goes "what's up? I can tell you're sad you can tell me" like girl WHAT TF YOU THINK IS UP. Anyways like any other toxic relationship, I have code stuff with my mum I say in calls. So I secretly called her during lunch. On the same period a staff came and told me my mum called home cuz my grandma was sick (w mum I love her). Whatever, during the weekend before this, my mum came home and she was like — "did you know that (let's call her pussy) was changing schools??" I was shook. She got into a military school with links and shit. Apparently, when she went home she was locked in her room and she cried for HOURS upon GODDAMN HOURSSS. Why you may ask? Because she didnt know why I was always so sad in class. She almost refused to get admitted to the new school (which is a REALLY good school, unlike our trash ass one). She almost refused cuz she didn't wanna leave me. I was so confused. I swear she was yapping out shit cuz tf you mean you ain't gonna change schools cuz of me. Anyways yes she gave exams and all skipped school a few days for the exam. And I told her , I was changing schools too. But she was fucking begging on her knees for me to transfer to the school she went too. She only passed cuz she was a goddamn topper. I'm nothing but decent. It's not like I wanted to go either. But all of a sudden, she became really nice. Being all smiley all the time and trying to spend as much time with me as possible. Even spent 3rd of December tgt. She got admitted to the school that day, yes, I went with her. And all of a sudden, we're best buds like we were when we were 6. Honestly idk what happened, but she's completely changed. Not rude at all. We'll still a lil but hey anger issues aren't easy in you. Yes ik you're probably screaming saying I shouldn't stay friends with her. But hey it is my life. I'm happy rn. Really happy. Gave the exam at the new school a week ago. Took pics for my identification card. And I'm all good rn. Ik I'll lose contact with her at some point. But hey I'm feeling good so LETS GOOOOO(2)

Never had better days 😁😁

-🌜(happy moonie)

i mean at the end of the day i’m js a enha writer and my opinion on ur v real life shouldn’t matter too much but i’m happy ur starting to feel a lot better moon🫶🏼 seems like it’ll js keep getting better from here

[ibjb]

Yup yup

I was closed up in the pickup closeup in the cut So wussup?

Jeans and Jersey on dressed loud wit my fitted down past my brows

rhythmic breathing around heathens ... laid up and laid down

The whisperers with a to do list yo Funny shit cuz I was so listless I heard the whole plan thru lisped lips

cuz I can fake a snore around so called Christian snakes and still listen to yo mans and em before I get em missin

Check it That shot was a miss Tha foiled plot was amiss but I'm too attentive Feeling way too disrespected to dismiss it Sometimes the best plans backfire remiss in the fury of my fists remixes

The plan is to get ol girl to lace your daily supplements wit something that'll get ya fuked up and make you sluggish

They gonna have an arsenal of thangs for you Gonna try to put dem wings on you

Stay true Safe you Um supernova Bout to save you

But you already know how this goes I got your back so umma get em back umma hound dog for a king sniffing out tha ka Ching rats

It's like coming from the future warning you of toxic concepts So we gonna let this play out minus the nonsense

Stay cautious of tha lawless Cuz hate is porous You're hustle be about emulating flawlessness Stand for causes that change the world without running for office

But you know me Friends are dead ends laying dead at the end of the street I'd shoot those closest to me Like they straight out the closet and now used to be my closest enemies

They dissed my loyalty By being disloyal to me

Peep game sit back and watch the plan I gave da bitch a teddy bear from you wit a nanny cam lol

—— IBJB 💋

I always knew there was snakes in the grass,

Belly sliders all around while sittin on they ass,

Plottin my demise and how to attack,

Little do they know of the Queen that's got my back.

Loyal to the end you be droppin my so called friends,

Waitin in wait while I'm makin my ends,

Taking down the buzzards that hover above,

Little do they know about loyalty or love.

You're always watching out for me while on my grind,

Takin out wannabe ninjas that sneak up behind,

Quick to pop them and bring about their death,

They only hear your steps as they breathe their last breath.

Others don't know how to keep score,

But you count everyone, in and out my door,

Your hustle is true as you walk the floor,

And support me as I take pride from the rich and give hope to the poor.

You are never told how much you're appreciated,

And I haven't given you a place in a community that is gated,

You are always grateful and never ask for money,

So I wanna keep you with a smile and walkin a lil' funny.

— John Christopher

[madchild-dennis]

LOVE

I over heard a video someone was playing that had someone say they do not like being in love. That is because they say that is them loosing power. They say they lose the power because you are in love with the person and have that power over you.

I thought about it. Do dislike being in love?

NO.

I am NOT power hungry. I actually do not see being love as loosing power or a weakness. The problem comes from who you choose to love if they are not just toxic but selfish. What they do with that love is the problem.

I always say I loved love. I said this from my 1st major ex (5-year long distance relationship). It wasn't even stemmed from the love I received but the love I felt. I barely received it but I did receive it even in words and his care in how he was always completely honest with me. So, my love for love wasn't stemmed from receiving it but giving it.

Hence my absolute adoration for those 4 children. My eyes water just by writing this. I mean I remember seeing those children appreciate the lil love I gave them. I didn't care if my oldest daughter cried for her mother. I knew she would and with time her mother share how she missed me which means they already know and appreciate it. I saw how surprised the oldest got when I visited him at school. Is like he knows I see him.

I LOVE GIVING LOVE.

Now receiving it is not a luxury I have been afforded often. The most recent turned on me. I wanted to leave with the respect we had in it. BUT NO. Then you have the vulnerability to accept it and depend on it. NOPE, I given the opportunity to be about to do that. Not even my parents have provided that.

Before we go into what God say. Let's ask this question:

DO I Love the guy I say God said...?

NO!

I used to love him. I used to adore him. I used to be in awe. Bruh I was angry and in love. I was a lot of things but couldn't deny the love.

Gladly I can say otherwise. Hence the annoyance with the girl. I'm moving on unlike her. I know he will NEVER stop loving me (the feeling of love not 1 Cor 13), forget nor move on from me for the rest of his life no matter how hard he tries. That's the sad reality for him. But not me.

HOWEVER, God is God and haven't provided a replacement...unless he...you know. YEP

Now, if he comes ready to do what God says....

I Danielle the prophet-king will have to do what God says even while she hates that motherfucking bitch-ass. NO love.

God did NOT require me to love him. Check the reference:

Now, it would be EXACTLY THE SAME with the replacement.

With the bitch-ass Raheem:

I have to be with

someone God revealed to me ALL I ever dreamt in a few moths 2020. That was ALL God's doing.

when it was completely up to him, Raheem, he chose to show me the COMPLETE OPPOSITE

By obeying God I will be doing so with NO LOVE, NO RESPECT, NO DESIRE for him but trying to COMPLETELY TRUST GOD on it. Trust that this person will be what God showed me from the moment this dude comes to me to do what God says. So faith that God will magically change him from an asshole to a beautiful dream. If he choose to continue and not obey God or do so, God grants me the authority to kill him. Because I had to have complete faith and obedience to do so.

Now with the replacement:

God is NOT changing the timeline nor the wedding date I chose nor the delivery or everything else. So whoever I have to once again trust a complete stranger or someone I do NOT know so well like I do that bitch and his mother. I know the good, bad and the awful. This person I would not know as well and more than likely not be in love. Maybe infatuated or like him or have some affection or good will towards him as he would be coming with good from the start. I get the magic and courtship bliss. The sad thing is whatever comes up about him or his past I would have to deal with. I can't kill him. Nor am I given that authority. Because there was no great guarantee from God but to trust him. With the person's actions lining up beforehand.

It would require faith that the replacement will be good for me and good to me.

But it would NOT be the same amount of faith required as he would come correct from the start. Unlike Raheem and all the time that past. Hence I have to take whatever whoever brings without replacement while Raheem has to be PERFECT or die.

Well that's something I do NOT stress about.

As I plan to NOT stress about it because I have far too many things and children to think about. Now back tot the topic of LOVE.

So in all good arranged marriages, the woman always finds a way to love the man with time if they didn't know him or NOT love him at the start. That is once he provides and does as promised or as Ephesians 5 says.

So I am never afraid of love, nor hate being in love.

I choose how much love I give on a daily basis, but it's something I love giving even to the undeserving.

Love is beautiful.

....manage love well. Whether how much you give, share or receive.

[fuwushiguro]

Could This Be Love I'm Feeling?

Day Fifteen: Face Fucking | 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

step bro!Katsuki Bakugo x f!reader

Genre: Smut Notes: He's just a lil jealous and protective... y'know?? (also this is my first full Bakugo fic pls be kind) Warnings: 18+, dubcon/noncon, stepcest, over protective!Bakugo, toxic relationship, virgin!reader, alcohol, slut shaming, face slapping, degradation, praise, face fucking, hair pulling, dumbification, a lil somno at the end. Words: 5.9k

Although Bakugo had initially been against the notion of his mother remarrying, he’d certainly come accustomed to you. He’d been so used to being an only child. The golden child. The pain in his mother’s ass who was also the best thing that ever happened to her. You didn’t detract from that, obviously. You’d never compare to someone like Bakugo. Though, he is proud of you. He was even sad to see you go when you spread your wings and left home to live on your university campus. But at least things were looking up. October 31st was right around the corner. Your parents had booked a spontaneous weekend away.

And Bakugo had convinced you to come back home.

In all of the years your parents had been married; you never missed a Halloween with Bakugo. He used to hate it, but that isn’t the case these days. In fact, it might even be his favourite holiday. Every single year without fail, you matched costumes with your big brother.

Angel and Devil. Undead Mickey and Minnie Mouse. You even convinced him one year to wear a dress and be one of the twins from The Shining with you.

He had no idea what you could do this year. You always come up with the best ideas. He knows how seriously you take Halloween, he doesn’t think he’s met anyone who loves it as much as you do. He told you he was at a loss when thinking of costumes. And then he sent a follow up text asking if you had any ideas.

When you told him to bear with you, he didn’t expect it to take you three whole days to come to a decision. And he didn’t hear a peep out of you for those three days, either. He texted you: asking if you’re okay, if you’d thought of anything, if you were alive. And then finally, after those three long days, you did reply. You’d been having a horror movie marathon with some friends in your dorm. Three. Whole. Days. You could have texted, sure. But what was the rush? After watching The Exorcist and falling in love with it all over again, the answer was clear.

Bakugo The Priest. And you would be a nun.

There were girls arriving to Bakugo’s party, and they had nothing in common with you. He ogled them as they entered. He took cheeky peering glances when one would bend over a little as they fixed up a drink from the punch bowl. And he certainly couldn’t help but stare when one of the girls from his class had a wardrobe malfunction and he caught the slightest nip slip. They were all gorgeous. Perfect bodies accentuated by slutty costumes. His friends couldn’t wait to get their dicks wet. And neither could he. But he couldn’t help but think; as perfect as they were, they shared zero similarities with his precious baby sister.

There’s nothing sexier than a drunk slut. Especially on Halloween. The catsuits clung to skin and skimpy dresses possessed plunging, exposing necklines. Bakugo was disgusting, but he was known as a king amongst his friends. Always finding the drunkest, most intoxicated bimbo at the party and fucking their brains out in your parents double bed. He had a reputation from the girls on his campus for having a big cock and knowing exactly what to do with it. Although he was known to not want to settle down, he was known for fucking and never calling back, he seemed to be irresistible to women. They couldn’t help themselves around him.

More fool them if they suspect they can change him.

It happened every single year. At every single Halloween party. You’d match with him, but that was as far as it would go between you two. He would have a protective arm around you all evening, shielding you from his frat boy friends who were just as scummy as he is. But as soon as he found a tail to chase, you’d be forgotten.

After a copious amount of time would pass, however, you’d look up to see him coming down the stairs and fixing his costume. Once again securing you in a one-armed hug wrapped around the back of your shoulders. He trusted you, and he was right to. He had just fucked in the amount of time he’d been gone for. Who’s to say you wouldn’t do the same? You wouldn’t, and he knows that. You’re his good girl. His sweet baby sister who’d never have a drunken hook-up at a party. Because you aren’t like the drunken sluts that he goes to college with.

He doesn’t even let you drink. It doesn’t matter that you’re old enough, he doesn’t care. Bakugo won’t allow anything to corrupt his innocent baby sister. He does let you have one drink, though. Only one. A Halloween treat, he calls it. You aren’t allowed to down it, he instructs you to take your time with it. You need to be clear headed. He knows his friends. He is his friends. And a silly little thing like a verbal yes or no isn’t going to be enough to stop him from shoving his cock up a hole.

They can all smell the innocence on you, every year without fail. The fact you’ve never had a boyfriend. The fact that you’ve never seen a dick, let alone had one inside of you. You’re so sweet. There’s something so alluring about virgins. The idea of collecting v-cards and staking your claim on a cute virgin girl is a power trip he can’t even begin to describe. The pure unadulterated rush of knowing that in no uncertain terms, the woman who’s virginity he steals will never be able to ride another cock without thinking of him.

It’s most apparent in your costume choices, too. You aren’t dressing like these other girls. You’re much more conservative than that. Minnie Mouse, for example. You wore a red and white polka-dot dress that didn’t reveal a single lewd inch of your body. And while the other women here were trying to look pretty, faces covered in makeup and face paint that didn’t cover too much, you were actively trying to look terrifying. Fake blood, fake teeth, SFX wounds. In a sea of Regina George’s, you were without a doubt Cady Heron.

“When’s your sister getting here, dude?” Kirishima asked. An hour and a half had already gone by and most of the party goers were stupidly drunk. Kirishima included. His drink was sloshing out of his solo cup and onto his hand as he swayed from side-to-side. His hand landed on Bakugo’s shoulder as he asked his question. The blonde immediately shoved it away.

“Don’t ask me that again; unless you want me to beat the shit out of you.” Bakugo projected, his vision firmly fixed on the front door. He was wondering the same thing, honestly. When are you getting here?

“Aw, cute! Goin’ into protective brother mode Bakugo?” Denki teased. Before Bakugo could bite his head off, Kaminari interrupted his attempt of speaking by declaring, “Lighten up, let’s do some shooooooots!”

His friend group were already departing from the front room to the kitchen. And with one final look at the front door, Bakugo turned away and joined them. If only he’d waited a few more minutes. If only he held off and waited a little longer, he would have noticed you when you finally turned up. You brought some girlfriends of your own and you entered the party proudly. No one seemed to pay you any mind, however, but you didn’t expect them to. You’re just Bakugo’s sister, after all. You’re not the main attraction like he is.

The boy and girl divide was unusual for a party like this. You introduced yourself to some of Bakugo’s classmates while all of the guys seemed to be in the kitchen still taking shots and laughing raucously together. Normally there was a girl here for every guy. They’d leech themselves onto one and lay the ground work with the promise of pussy by the end of the night. It didn’t always happen, unless you were Bakugo of course, but you couldn’t help but feel awkward with this current situation. It didn’t feel… right.

All of the boys froze in place as they returned to the front room. There’s more people here, now. More girls. Bakugo shook his head when Kirishima asked if he’d invited them.

“Do you know her?” Kaminari asked.

Bakugo studied the new arrivals. All in the usual whorish getups so he knew you still hadn’t arrived. He wasn’t sure who he was referring to initially, but soon realised he was talking about the girl at the punch bowl. Her back was to the room, and was unintentionally flashing her panties to all of the guys. Bakugo isn’t shy with his gawking. The cute white cotton firmly hugging her lips is enough to make his cock throb.

When she stands upright, he notices more of her costume. White thigh high socks and black stripper heels. Did she really come to a Halloween party just wearing a simple black dress? Pathetic. In fact, it’s grounds for removal. That is until he realises as she flips her hair, it isn’t her hair. Is she wearing a… habit? A nun’s habit? Oh fuck. You aren’t going to like that when you turn up and realise another girl is wearing the same costume as you. He’ll have to remove her for that alone. Poor girl, it isn’t her fault. She wasn’t to know. Bakugo begins walking over, but stops in his tracks as he sees her turn to face one of her friends as she laughs at her jokes.

There isn’t going to be a problem at all.

Because the slutty nun drinking in excess from the punch bowl, is you.

“Holy shit, is that—?”

“Hey!” Bakugo yells to you. Your face lights up as you finally spot your big brother. Running to him as best you can in those high heels of yours. Your arms wrap tightly around his neck, and as much as he wants to shove you off him, he can’t. “What the fuck are you doin’ drinkin’ that shit baby?” he wonders. You pull away, pouting at him.

“Don’t start, Katsuki.” you insist, “The protective thing isn’t fun anymore. I’ve been drinking and having fun with my friends since I left. Let’s just have a good night, yeah?” you add.

“I—”

“Kirishima! Kaminari! Great to see you both.” you smile, hugging them and kissing a cheek of theirs each.

Bakugo can’t believe what he’s seeing. What he’s hearing. What the hell has university done to you? This isn’t the little sister he remembers at all. He used to have to force you to say more than two words to his friends. And now you’re strutting up to them and hugging them? Kissing them? And that outfit. Who the fuck are you?

Your brother was tired of your bullshit after a few more hours went by. You’d been behaving yourself, of course, but he didn’t like this new fake version of yourself. You’ve clearly been brainwashed by your new friends on campus. You’ve been manipulated into becoming just like every other slut he knows.

Couldn’t you have just stayed his sweet baby sister?

Apparently not. He doesn’t want to let you out of his sight, and he cannot handle the way you keep feeling up Kirishima. It’s subtle, you think, don’t you? The way you keep lightly tapping him and laughing when he tells a joke that isn’t anywhere near funny. And he’s lapping it up, obviously. He’s wanted to fuck you for a while, all of his friends have. Fuck. Bakugo has. But he wouldn’t. That’s a line he’d never cross. But if he can’t have you, there’s not a fucking chance he’ll let any of his friends.

“Stop flirting, you’re embarrassing yourself.” Bakugo reprimands. You roll your eyes casually and drink some more of your punch.

“She’s fine, man, she’s not bothering anyone.” Kirishima argues.

“Shut the hell up, prick. She’s bothering me.” he finishes, snipping at the person he considers his best friend. It’s a miracle he has friends, or anyone who cares about him, at all considering how nasty he is to everyone in his life.

You say goodbye to the group and decide to mingle among your own friends instead.

He doesn’t want to let you disappear from his vision.

He doesn’t want to leave you for a single second.

But he has to. Fuck. He has to. He has to pee.

Fucking alcohol makes you piss like a faucet.

You were a little surprised to notice that your brother had vanished into thin air. Your head snapped to every direction in the room. He was truly nowhere to be seen. There’s been one thing on your mind since you accepted Bakugo’s invite back home to the yearly Halloween function. And that thing is Kirishima. More specifically; letting Kirishima be the one to take your virginity.

Once you were sure the coast was clear. You approached him once more. He couldn’t help but snicker when you whispered so sweetly in his ear. How could he refuse your invite to your childhood bedroom? The place where you touched yourself endlessly, quiet breathy moans as you thought of your big brother’s hot best friend. Tonight was the night, and it had to be him.

He grabbed your hand, quickly pulling you up the stairs right along with him.

The timing couldn’t have been worse. Unforgivable, in fact.

Because just as Bakugo had finished peeing.

Just as he left the bathroom and began scanning the room for you once more.

He saw those ridiculous fucking stripper heels of yours taking the final step upstairs.

Did you really think you were going to get away with that? And Kirishima is even dumber than he looks if he thinks Bakugo is going to forgive him after this. He’s out of his mind if believes he’s going to stand idly by and allow that red-headed fuck to pop his little sisters cherry.

He doesn’t react immediately. He thinks he’ll give you both some time so you can be caught with your pants down. The way his friends wriggle and squirm as he asks them question after question would be amusing to him if he wasn't so pissed off. Each of them too idiotic to realise he already knows the answers. Kirishima is apparently in the upstairs bathroom when he questions his whereabouts. And did anybody see where his darling sister went? Allegedly you’re on the phone outside.

What a bunch of shady bastards.

It surprises no one when Bakugo finishes his drink and crushes the red cup with an irritated grip. He doesn’t run upstairs. It’s a casual, menancing, stalk. He knows he won’t be too late. You’re a virgin, after all. You’ll be eager to take your time. And despite what a reprobate Kirishima is, he’s fairly confident he’ll respect that.

He can’t wait to find out who initiated this scandalous little encounter.

You can’t move quick enough when your brother kicks your door in. Bakugo likes to fuck in your parents marital bed; but you have more respect than he does. Is this really what you wanted? Not a special, romantic dalliance? You’d rather fuck drunk with this piece of shit? Embarrassing. Maybe you’re not as special as he thought.

You’re both scrambling to pick up your clothes and cover yourselves up. He was right, though. You hadn’t gone far at all. Kirishima was shirtless with the black and white striped trousers from his Beetlejuice costume still firmly up and buttoned.

You, however, were too panicked to actually dress yourself. Your habit was still on, but that was pretty much it. You never used to wear lingerie like that. He knows. Because not only did he used to peep at you through your door whenever you got changed with it slightly ajar, but he used to rifle through your underwear drawer too. You shielded your body with your black dress, looking at the floor as you couldn’t bear to look your brother in the eye. He’s seen it all before, but he can’t help but seethe as what you were trying to do really sinks in.

“She a good kisser? Huh? How far did this go?” Bakugo questions. You’re stuttering over yourself, trying to form a single sentence offering any sort of explanation but he raises a finger to silence you as his eyes home in on Kirishima. “Just a lil bit of tongue with her? Some heavy petting maybe?” he continues. You’re tremoring all over. You were stupid to think things wouldn’t end up like this. As if he wouldn’t notice you’ve gone missing with his best friend at his party.

“Hey, Bakugo, she came onto me.” Kirishima tried to reason. The way he threw you under the bus sent your mind into overdrive. You were fucked now. You’ve never done anything to make him mad before. Always so lovely. So sickeningly sweet. But you’ve seen what he does to other people when he’s pissed off. How he talks to them. You’re already fighting back tears. You can’t take it. The tension, the apprehension, you can’t take it.

“You didn’t turn her away, though. Did you? Bastard.” Bakugo hisses. If Bakugo wasn’t as morally bankrupt as his best friend, he’d certainly be in the right. Although he thinks he is anyway. And Kirishima does feel guilty. If only a little. How could he be blamed? He’s sure Bakugo would find it hard to resist if the shoe was on the other foot. If you were his little sister, Bakugo would have already fucked you by now and thought nothing of it. But you aren’t Kirishima’s sister. You’re his. “Fuck outta my sight, wanna talk to her.” Bakugo spoke as he turned to look at you.

Kirishima grabbed the remainder of his clothes and skulked out of the room. He already knows he’s about to get the life tormented out of him when he returns to the rest of the boys like this. He’s been well and truly cockblocked. Although he’s sure he can find another poor victim for the evening.

“What are you fucking playin’ at? Pissin’ me off, this isn’t like you.” Bakugo tells you. He grabs the fat of your under arm and drags you away from the corner of the room and forces you onto your bed. What are you playing at? “You tryna get some fuckin’ attention? Huh? Actin’ out so people will pay attention to you?” he continues.

“No—!” you interject. That isn’t what it is at all.

“Then what?” he wonders. Words forcing their way through the gaps of his teeth as he growls at you. “I know you’re still a fuckin’ virgin. And you wanna lose it like that? Drunk and with someone who doesn’t give a fuck about you?” he harasses you, slapping your face to get your attention. He’s gonna lose it if you don’t look him in his fucking eyes. He needs you to get it in that pretty little head of yours. You’re being a fucking idiot. He’s looking out for you. Aren’t you lucky?

“’m embarrassed Katsuki!” you blurt out. Lip wobbling and tears spilling from your eyes. Silent sobs escape and you feel a crushing weight on your lungs. You’re holding back. You’re holding it in. You’re embarrassed. You’re so embarrassed.

“Huh, embarrassed? Why?”

“Because,” you sniffle, wiping your nose with the back of your hand. “you never let me drink. ‘n all my friends did!” you begin. Watery eyes finding his. He’s smiling at you. Laughing in fact.

“Babe, I—”

“No! N-No Katsuki, listen to me for once.” you interject. You’re at your boiling point. You’ve been feeling like this for a while. Feeling resentment towards him. And you thought tonight you were finally going to gain some control of your own fucking life. And as usual, he’s ruined everything. “’m the only one of my new friends who’s never had sex! Do you know how embarrassing that is? And that’s your fault! You scare everyone away… you- you—!”

“Enough.” Bakugo stops you, before you can say anything you regret. You’re thankful, really. It was enough. That was all you needed to say to get your point across. He knows there’s no reason for you to be embarrassed, but he can understand. The feeling of being left out and unable to experience something that everyone else around you has. The feeling of missing out. He understands, he does. But this defiance. This secrecy. The blatant disrespect of going behind his back will not go unpunished. “Shoulda told me baby.” he tells you calmly, crouching on the balls of his feet as he rubs his thumbs sensually into your knees.

“Woulda been mad at me…”

“No, not mad. Never mad at you.” he tells you, soothingly. “I’m your big brother, understand? I’d do anything for ya. I wanna help.”

“Help?”

“Yeah,” he repeats. What is he saying? He’s always wanted this. Always fantasised about fucking your stupid, naïve little brains out. But he never thought he’d actually do it. But he feels sorry for you. He does. It’s absolute truth that he scares everyone away. He doesn’t want anyone to have you if he can’t. But he can. Can’t he? You’ll let him. You’re drunk. You’re so drunk. And you’re emotional, and needy. And he can. He can. He— “want me to make your virginity go away?”

And you know it’s wrong. You know that you shouldn’t. Even now, when you’re fucked out of your head from cheap alcohol. You know better. You do. But still, you find yourself nodding. Glossy, pleading eyes staring into your big, perfect brother’s. You want this. You want him. He’s so nice. The best big brother in the world. He’s prepared to do this for you. To help your embarrassment stop. To make it all go away.

“Tell me you want this.”

“Y-Yeah…” you nod. Accepting his offer with intoxicated consent. “I want it, Katsuki.”

Oh, but he is mad. Couldn’t you tell? He’s just a special type of mad with you. He’d never ever raise his voice to you. Not like he does with everyone else, anyway. You’ve told him all he needs to hear. You want it. You can’t be upset with him for giving you exactly what you want. What you asked for. And he will. He promises he will, in time. But for now, did you really think he’d let you get away with trying to fuck Kirishima instead of him? Silly girl. He’s a special type of mad. But it was because of that stupid little idea that brewed in that even stupider head of yours. So that’s what he’ll punish. Your stupid. Fucking. Head.

There’s no need to be shy now. Still covering your body with that little outfit of yours. He yanks it out of your hands and throws it somewhere away from you both. You’re soon joining it on the ground when he pulls you down by your wrists. You land on your knees with a thud and manage to save a bump on the head by stopping yourself with your hands. You turn to him. He’s removing his clothes too. That cheap priest costume he bought. He bought it for you. He’ll do anything you ask.

Won’t you do the same?

“Katsuki?” you whimper.

“Shut it.” he barks. And you do. A sweet little gulp trails down your innocent throat. He won’t be able to call it that anymore. “Straight up on your knees princess. Need to teach you a lesson first, hm?” he reminds you.

You nod. You suppose that’s only fair. He is helping you out even after you tried to fuck him over. He studies your form as you straighten your body. The sheer material of your virginal white underwear. The way your nipples are almost hard enough to poke through and rip the material. Virgins are fun. But you will be the best. His ultimate prize. He’s going to claim each and every inch of your body. Starting with your mouth that got you into so much fucking trouble.

His thumb caresses your lower lip. It’s sweet. Sensual. He smiles darkly as he admires the way he pulls and the plump flesh wobbles back into its rightful place. Oh God those fucking lips. He’s longed to see them wrapped around his cock. For now, though, he can’t resist letting his thumb take a cheeky poke inside. He doesn’t need to say it. But he does. Whispers, in fact. Small vibrations of the word ‘suck’ fill the air. And you do. Your lips pout around his thick thumb and your tongue swirls around. He’s humiliated when a small gasp falls from his mouth. This is happening. This is actually happening. Fuck, it’s soaked. You’re a virgin, for sure. But the way you’re treating his thumb has him second guessing himself. You are a total virgin, aren’t you? You better not have sucked cock before without him knowing.

“Had a cock in this mouth before, gorgeous?”

Your big doe eyes are fixated on him. Furious red irises boring down at you. He’s already furious with you. And he’ll know if you’re lying. He always does. But relief washes over him. You don’t speak. You just shake your head. Good girl. Good fucking girl. No one else is allowed to put their fucking cock near you. Your body isn’t for anyone else – just for him.

He’s had enough of this little game now. It was fun for a minute, but he needs to teach you a lesson. He loves you. Bakugo hopes you understand. He’s doing this because he loves you. God, his tip is already embarrassingly drippy at the thought of you having it in your mouth. Fuck. Who’s he kidding? He’s been hard since he walked in and saw you in nothing but your underwear. It got worse when you were crying about how desperate you were to lose your virginity. God, his poor, sweet sister. How much fun you could have been having if you made this little confession earlier.

Your eyes bulge as his throbbing length is set free from his boxers. It’s big, right? It looks big. You’re scared of it. You’re scared of having it inside of you. But he’ll be gentle with you, won’t he? It’s your first time after all. And he loves you. As a brother, of course. He does love you.

Not like a brother.

“B-Big.” you tell him. Your vision swapping from his tip to his eyes.

“Yeah baby, it’s big.” he smiles, running his fingers through your hair. “Bigger than Kirishima’s.” he adds. You blush at that. Heat pooling in your cheeks as the reality of what you’re doing sets in. Once you do this, there’s no going back. You’ll never be able to escape the knowledge that your big brother took your virginity.

“P-Please be nice, Katsuki,” you beg. “Gentle…”

“No, princess.” he speaks. “Woulda be sweet if you had been a good girl f’me. But you’ve been a naughty little whore. So, I gotta make sure you learn your lesson, okay?”

Well, that’s that. There’s nothing more you can do but prepare yourself for what Bakugo is going to do. Your lips were shut. They shouldn’t be. You know your mouth should be ready to take him, but that rude awakening of his was enough to make any access sew itself shut.

“Tch. Open…” he demands. You do, instantly.

He could ask you anything and you’d do it, though. He taps his tip on your lips a few times before slotting his head inside. It’s salty. An obvious mix of human skin, salt and sweat. He did shower before the party. But would you expect him to be smelling of roses when he’s been dancing and partying all night? He let’s you adjust for a mere minute. Allowing you to at least have a little experience of what it’s like to have cock in your mouth and enjoy it before he completely ruins it for you. And he does. You bite a little when his fingers lace in your hair and tug harshly.

“No fuckin’ teeth or I’ll be even rougher with you.” you do your best to adhere to his wishes, trying to adjust your mouth and lips so you can cover your teeth. “That’s the way, good girl. Look at me.” he orders. You do. It’s just the tip, and your eyes are already filled with water. “Good fuckin’ girl. ‘m gonna ruin you now.”

It’s horrendous. It’s like nothing you’ve ever felt. You can literally feel him down your throat and you can’t fucking breathe. Thank goodness for your nose. It takes every part of your brain to remember how to breathe from your nostrils. Fuck, you can’t stand it. You can’t.

“Ah – fuck – your mouth feels fuckin’ amazing. So wet f’me,” he sighs. He doesn’t care that you’re suffering. You’re not meant to be enjoying it. This is disciplinary action for being such an eager cock slut. He’s just giving you what he wanted. And you will give him what he wants. Whether you want it or not. Whether you can cope or not. His fingers are tangled deep against your roots. The noises coming from your throat are obscene. Pure, consummated, sin. It’s nothing Bakugo has never done before, but the level of debauchery it takes to face fuck your own sister has his mind reeling. Fuck he’s disgusting. You’re disgusting. But he loves you anyway. There’s no way he couldn’t, especially after this.

You’re humming against him, desperate to breathe as he repeatedly slams his cock down your throat. Copious amounts of dribble drools out of the corners of your mouth. Your eyes are crossed. You’ve given up; barely able to remain conscious as he fucks all of the oxygen from your brain. With the way he’s battering your tonsils, you think you’ll be lucky if you can ever speak again. Stupid slut. A weighty palm finds itself connecting with your cheek, bringing you sharply back to reality with your brother snarling down at you.

“You d-don’t get to log out of this,” he stutters as your throat clenches him tightly. “Ain’t this what you wanted baby? Some cock?”

“Mhmm—”

“Goin’ fuckin’ stupid for it, only fucking your mouth too. How’re you gonna cope when I put it in that needy little cunt of yours?”

This is a punishment. But he’s just trying to scare you a little. There’s no way he’s going to bully his cock into you for your first time. He will be gentle for that. But seeing the panic sear through your eyes is almost enough to make him fire his creamy load down your throat. Although, he’s fucking himself just as stupid as you are. He’s surprised he has any coherent thoughts or sentences in him right now. Because he’s lost. Fucking lost in the wet, saliva sodden cavern that is your mouth. Why had he waited so long to do this?

“G-Gonna fuckin’ cum.” he tells you, softly. It’s almost like he’s embarrassed. He usually lasts longer than this. You won’t make fun of him, though. You don’t know any better after all. Silly little virgin. Damn. He sure will miss calling you that. “Y’hear me dummy? Gonna take my fucking cum down your slut throat?” he announces a little louder. He smiles, because you’re nodding. What a precious baby you are.

“Mhmm! Mhmm!” you hum. The vibrations of your throat tipping him over. He’s sure you did that on purpose. Even if you’re too fucking dumb to know what you’re doing. You knew.

“Agh, ohhhh – fuck – fuckin’ christ take it. Take my fucking cum you slut.” he commands.

And you do. He laughs a little when you jolt. You hadn’t expected it to be like that, had you? The way it spurts out, shooting in parts directly against the back of your throat. You want to gag. It isn’t nasty, but it isn’t particularly nice either. It’s salty, but a different kind of salty to his cock. You definitely want to brush your teeth after this. He forces your head down against his navel so you have no choice but to swallow. And there’ll be hell to pay if he sees a single drop wasted. Take it. That is what he wants. He feels the way you’re gagging. You poor, innocent thing. You’ve never had to train your gag reflex before. You didn’t think it would be nearly this hard. But now you do. And he’ll help you get better, it’s a silent promise to himself in his head.

“Let me see.” he demands, pulling you aggressively from his softening length. He tilts your head side to side for you, making sure every drop of his kids were where they belong – racing down into your belly. “What a good fuckin’ girl you are. Took that like a champ.”

“M-My throat,” you speak hoarsely. Clutching at your windpipe with two hands.

“I know, I know baby I’m sorry.” he soothes, bending down to leave soft kisses on your forehead. “Shall we take a little break before I fuck you?”

“No.”

“No?”

“Don’t, I don’t want to have sex anymore.” you boldly confess. “Not when I’m- I’m drunk. You were right. You’re always right Katsuki.” you continue.

He can’t deny the way his ego soars when you tell him that. Being right is like a drug to Katsuki. And he never thought he’d hear you say something like that to him. Always right, huh? He is. He fucking is. Although he wishes he wasn’t right this time. You little fucking cock tease. But he nods. Whatever you want. Whatever you need. And what you need right now more than anything – is sleep. To sleep off this experience, this party, the alcohol. All of it.

He tells you he’ll stay with you until you drift off to sleep. And that doesn’t take long. It does drive you insane – how overprotective he is. But right now, you’re thankful. You’d hate to be alone when you’re like this. Drunk and vulnerable with a house full of strangers. And with him watching over you, it doesn’t take long for the sandman to come along. Your soft little snores that are so familiar to him warm his heart. It’s been so long since he’s heard them. You’ve been snoring like that since the day he met you.

It doesn’t just warm his heart, though. It hardens his cock once again. Just because you’re his sister, that doesn’t mean you’re safe from what a letch he is. He won’t fuck you – not like he does with the other unsuspecting party goers he has his way with in their passed-out states. He dips his fingers into your panties, and a guttural moan escapes him when he feels what a drippy, messy cunt you have. So wet for your big brother. You must want this just as much as he does. He lazily strokes himself as he plays with you. You’ll love it. You’ll love the feeling of cumming for the first time, you’ll make an even bigger mess of those sticky white panties of yours. What he’s doing isn’t bad. At least, not that bad all things considered.

He’s certainly done worse. This is enough. For now.

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ASTERIA'S 2.5K FOLLOWER FIC REC LIST

i read fics just as much as i write them so here are some of my favourites. tysmsm for this milestone, i love you all <3 quick note: i didn't re-tag anyone if i recommended more than one of your works because of the tag limit.

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hermione granger

tuesdays - @stupxfy

probably one of my all time favs for hermione. it's just so well written and adorable and fluffy and yes.

if i could tell her - @hellounicorn

pining, pining, PINING. the way these emotions and hermione's described is just... art. perfection. there's a happy ending and it is so worth the build up.

darling dearest - @dracolvr

fluffy goodness. read to be hopelessly in love with hermione ─ which, let's be real, we all are.

november rain - @pansydaisy

uhm i love this one sm. it's so simple but amazing ─ everyone has their days like this and having hermione to cure them? it's what everyone needs.

i need more - @15-dogs

i sobbed the first time i read this. it'll break your heart but it's so amazingly written that it's worth the sadness. actual gut wrenching / mindblowing writing.

how the potter girls react to you in lingerie - @pottersanime

the title. need i say more?

honeyed eyes - @minty-malfoy

HEAVEN. being hermione's first kiss as friend? but both of you idiots liking each other? oh my god, sign me up.

hugging her from behind - @pastanest

again, the title. read to feel 🥺💙

grey days - @pepperimps01

PANSMIONE 😌😌 it's angsty with a happy ending and i love it sm. this does such a perfect job of capturing pansy and hermione's relationship growing and having its ups and downs with just a few paragraphs. honestly so good

grenade - @hellounicorn

another one that'll make your heart shatter. but in the best way. these are the fics i live for where the you can't help but feel like it's really happening to you and hermione and god it's so fucking powerful. underrated writing right here in general. and also pansmione is the loml so it hurts in that way.

honeybees - @pansydaisy

fluffy aesthetic heaven.

lead the way - @teacup-tai

more pansmione but this is pure filthy thinking and satisfies all the sexual tension dreams pansmione shippers have.

two queens in a king sized bed - @shysneeze

domestic christmas morning with hermione and it's angelic.

would you still love me if i turned into a worm? - @minty-malfoy

one of those blurbs i never imagined i'd read or love so much. not to mention it's spot on and adorable.

pansy parkinson

right and wrong - @starrkidmalfoy

a first kiss and the overdone trope that i will never get sick of, the bitch who's soft only for you. the descriptions in this are perfection and the writing is beautiful <3

messed up - @writseo

toxic, messed up love fics will be the death of me. insane how well you captured it all and i just yes damn fucking props.

pansy parkinson imagine - @moonlight-imagines

*screams* THE BEST FRIEND BANTER + THE ENDING OH MY GOD OH MY GOD ─ I SCREAMED WHEN I FIRST READ THIS. I LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE IT.

dating pansy would include - @lotsoffandomimagines

ABSOLUTE POWER COUPLE SHIT and to this day, pansy saying "jealous much?" when being scolded for pda remains iconic.

grey days - @pepperimps01

as i said before: PANSMIONE 😌😌 it's angsty with a happy ending and i love it sm. this does such a perfect job of capturing pansy and hermione's relationship growing and having its ups and downs with just a few paragraphs. honestly so good

new rules - @silversslytherin

excuse me this is immaculate ─ pansy is the best friend and the second you see that she's also the best s/o, you're done for. perfection.

study "dates" - @turning-dreams-into-chaos

the title is self explanatory and this whole thing is fluffy heaven <3

how the potter girls react to you in lingerie - @pottersanime

read the title, thank me later.

lead the way - @teacup-tai

more pansmione but this is pure filthy thinking and satisfies all the sexual tension dreams pansmione shippers have.

traitor - @hufflepuff-writings

a masterpiece where pansy chooses the wrong side in the battle of hogwarts. this ties up so well and the writing is so powerful.

back alley love potions - @a-simple-imagine

this actually hurts but in a beautiful way. watching pansy give draco a love potion is such a fucking concept and this is executed incredibly.

my little bunny - @emmamarie7708

pansy making you do this is so dirty yet she's slightly sweet and i am a sucker for it. god is a woman and her name is pansy fucking parkinson.

pansy parkinson imagine - @moonlight-imagines

i'll let pansy beat people up for me all day. they put me in madame pomfrey's, feel my girlfriend's wrath.

ginny weasley

blissful - @enyastasia

fluffy ginny goodness. the friends to lovers? the amazing kiss? 🥺🥺🥺💞💞 this fic lives in my heart <3

bubble pop electric - @hunnypot-imagines

this is hotter than a lot of actual smut and the chemistry is so... wow. ginny weasley owns me.

dear ginny - @alyssamalfoy

how does this short ass letter manage to make me feel so much. it's sorcery but i don't even care, it's beautiful.

wildflower - @pansydaisy

will i ever get tired of cheeky i love yous? not when loves like ginny weasley and ayli's so so pretty writing exist.

all i want - @hellounicorn

ouch. fuck you harry :) quite possibly the best ginny fic i have ever read. insanely talented writing, i genuinely feel every touch of emotion you put down and you need to know how amazing that is. keep breaking my heart.

linny hcs - @bluebirdlinginthenest

who doesn't need good linny content in their life?

how the potter girls react to you in lingerie - @pottersanime

sexy bitch, fuck me up.

willow - @padmeamiala

ginny is the loml. her brothers can cry about it.

bellatrix lestrange

attempting to bake with bellatrix - @carters-coffee

MY FAVOURITE BELLA FIC ─ there's not enough bellatrix fluff out there but this makes up for the lack of. heaven.

bellatrix prompt - @carters-coffee

this gives me chills. she knows she's a bad bitch and that's what we love about her.

change of plans - @dumb-sbian

why THE FUCK have i not had a rainy morning with bellatrix? she can sleep and mumble something just like this and i'm still head over heels for her.

being tortured as bellatrix's girlfriend - @writings-of-a-british-fangirl

definitely a concept BUT this makes me feel some type of way and i recommend giving it a minute of your time 😌

bellatrix finding out you're a muggleborn - @carters-coffee

the beauty, the nuance omg. this is art.

bellatrix prompt - @carters-coffee

yep jealous bella. trust me, im all yours mommy <3

sex with bellatrix would include - @onegayastronaut

so short but... sign. me. up.

luna lovegood

never leave - @/deactivated

luna smut is hard asf to come by and this is my favourite. it's so luna and the pain over her not knowing, not getting that closure about how you feel until this is an amazing rollercoaster.

she - @hunnypot-imagines

the beauty of falling in love with luna, through this majorly talented writing. ten out of fucking ten. i will not elaborate but there's also majorly good association in this imo.

silver berries and flickering fireflies - @duskgrangers

i love this fic so much. she's so herself and that is why we ✨ simp ✨ and the scene set just sounds so prettyy

how the potter girls react to you in lingerie - @pottersanime

luna + this title? yes please, ma'am i am simping.

would you still love me if i turned into a worm? - @minty-malfoy

put me in your pocket luna. im begging you.

dancing in the rain with luna - @/deactivated

only luna would get you a dress to go dancing in the rain and this is the stuff of blissful, fluffy dreams.

hugging her from behind - @pastanest

short and cute, do me a favour and read it :)

dating luna lovegood would go like - @glossymalfoy

life is NOT worth it if you don't read these cute little headcanons and imagine dating ravenclaw's baddest bitch.

linny hc - @bluebirdlinginthenest

like i said, who doesn't need good linny content?

cho chang

strawberry kisses - @pansydaisy

the only cho fic i've been able to find and it's SO WORTH IT. the cutest, it flows so well, and i absolutely love it. i need this with cho tbh.

fleur delacour

toutes les etoiles - @coffee--writes

im in love with fleur and this amazing writing. and for the first time since i started high school, my three years of taking french feel good for something.

being best friends with fleur would include - @harrypotter-imaginess

not romantic but actually so sweet pls. i want this friendship in my life so bad.

nymphadora tonks

dating nymphadora tonks would include - @imaginesforgirls

dating her + that warm little feeling of bliss that only HCs can give you

taking care of her after the war - @random-imagines-blog

this kind of hurts in that good ass way and i lovee it. they're simple hcs but i feel for tonks so much and then there's that warm lil feeling when you're the one to put her back together aand now my primary life goal is to help this woman heal.

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harry potter

phosphenes - @minty-malfoy

ok shakespeare, the fuck?? this fic will never not get me right in the heart. the angst, holy fuck. and for once, the reader doesn't hurt harry and let draco walk all over them and it's just done so well. the transition from a toxic relationship to a sweet, loving one PLEASE. it's beautiful.

happy memories - @15-dogs

how does this manage to be so. smutty and fluffy at the same time? this is one of those short ones that has lived in my head, rent-free since i read it. and tbh any fic that includes expecto patronum is guaranteed to be good.

come back to me - @wondernimbus

right from the beginning, it's a mess of emotions both good and bad. that kind of good ass writing that hits you in the heart <3

making out with harry potter would include - @badfvith

read this title. done? now thank me later.

harry prompt - @thoseofgreatambition

harry x a sarcastic swooning bitch is an elite trope idc. short and sweet, i'm marrying this fic.

keep your eyes on the prize - @rowema-ravenclaw

first of all, showing harry up and second, pure fluff (and a little steam) right after. i also love how she writes harry in general because he's totally safe/in love with the relationship but still has that awkward lovable shyness and i just... *sighs*

always - @pansydaisy

uhm i will always love him and always reread this a thousand times so its a fit title + a good read.

late night studying - @lumosandnoxwriting

fuck studying, let his hand stay in my shirt. once again recommending fluffy bliss in the form of a short read that makes me feel things <3

would you still love me if i turned into a worm? - @minty-malfoy

he's so stupid. but he still loves you + this is from our resident perfectly talented writer so its a win.

cuddling after a rough quidditch practice - @badfvith

harry james potter is : b a b y

gryffindor's victory - @rowema-ravenclaw

make me gryffindors fucking cheerleader because HOT HOT HOT HOT HOT. AND THE WRITING IS IMMACULATE PLEASE. just read it, you won't regret it.

draco malfoy

silent treatment - @slytherinwh0re

andy's mad talented and this is just... insert a cheesy chefs kiss. unbelievably adorable but so fucking hot and an actually good smut plot (which is rare lmfao). remind me to give draco the silent treatment every time im upset.

rewards - @malfoysstilinski

so hot PLS. hype him up for the match and get your reward, bye. so good.

reading between the lines - @minty-malfoy

i've said this a thousand times but that's what happens when you've got a mad talented mutual BLESSING everyone with beauty like this. butterflies and warm feelings all around when i read this 💓

point of view - @draconisxcaput

its angst for hermione and fluff for you but overall ethereal writing. i am never going to recover from the pure talent that this is.

im not kidding im dying - @malfoysmatrioshka

i hate being sick with a passion but this... this would make it worth it.

hogwarts express - @/deactivated

draco fucking you because he knows harry's watching. the shit of legends and god is it hot.

draco laughing at you because you can't walk after sex - @glossymalfoy

*motions to the title* fluff with this loser 😌

the cheeseburger - @slytherinwh0re

really short read but this is one of those things i just. didn't know i needed. you're missing out and haven't even realised it if you haven't read about introducing him to cheeseburgers. and that ending is so funny/in character to me i fucking love it.

four am - @malfoysstilinski

domestic draco 🥺 but also sad draco 🥺 and then fluffy draco 🥺

hugging him from behind - @pastanest

real short and it'll brighten your day <3

would you still love me if i turned into a worm? - @minty-malfoy

how is it that this is so stupidly adorable. i love it 💘

ron weasley

heather - @hellounicorn

always making me cry with your fics i swearrr. this is a must-read. having someone but them not really being yours is a beautiful trope and this fic absolutely does it wonderful, poetic justice. your angst is addicting.

apple pie - @pregnant-piggy

ABSOLUTE DOMESTIC BLISS I AM IN LOVE. i don't even like kids or baking that much but this made me so soft. the whole cozy, heavenly vibes from this fic yes yes yes.

jealousy - @writeroutoftime

cliché jealousy turns friends to lovers and i am a sucker for it all over again <3

shaking and trembling - @ronsbadidea

if ron doesn't finger fuck me and then make a cheeky comment about it in class later then WHAT IS THE POINT :(

mixed signals - @iamthecabbage

i've always figured ron is this awkward idiot cutie with a crush and yea, this is it.

fred and george weasley

i love you, but you don't - @george-fabian-weasley

fred's a character i really don't read for often but goddamn. it's the saddest, most beautiful mix of rejection and pain and fred desperately caring but not in the way you want him to ─ an angsty masterpiece.

cockwarming george - @roonilwazlibimagines

because of this filthy gem, i one hundred thousand percent believe that he could make me cum without even fucking me and this is just... it's a good fucking read.

would you still love me if i turned into a worm? - @minty-malfoy

their responses are so wonderfully chaotic and adorable and GOD you're missing out if you haven't read these lil blurbs.

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[pterodactylterrace]

Photo

Title: Photo

Rating: E

Warnings: Mentions of naked babies.

Summary: Just a quick little drabble that’s been in my head for a minute now. Henry brings his girl home to meet his parents. It’s all going well until his mother brings out the photo albums.

~*~

It’s official. This is the most embarrassing moment of his life thus far. He’s sitting like a champ on his parent’s couch, photo albums strewn across the coffee table as his mother went about showing off all the pictures of when he was younger. Sure, there were quite a few embarrassing ones. Him, outside, covered in mud in this tighty whities when he was ten. Him covered head to toe in peanut butter when he was four. Him crying hysterically at his sixth birthday party because the clown accidentally popped the balloon dog he’d made for him.

All the usual, standard, blackmail worthy pictures. Those didn’t bother him that much. He was an adorable kid after all. No, the current bane of his existence was the yellow album, marking his life from the ages of two to five, his bare ass photographed more times than he cared to admit covering the pages.

“Yes, Henry was always my naked one.” Marianne chuckled fondly, turning the page, revealing more pictures of him naked, doing various daily activities as a child.

“Henry, are you playing videogames naked?” Henry shot a slightly irritated glance at his girlfriend, huffing in annoyance and shifting his gaze away. “He still does that.”

“Seriously?” Henry groaned, covering his face with his hands.

“Somethings never change.” Marianne continued, steadfastly ignoring her son’s little tantrum.

“I’m right here!”

“Did I tell you that he used to steal my wedding rings and put them on his-”

“Mum!”

“Oh, calm down.” His girlfriend giggled. “It’s not like I haven’t seen you stick random objects on your penis before.”

“Yeah, I’m drinking.” Henry groaned, retreating to the kitchen to hide from his embarrassment.

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because @emeraldbabygirl asked me to write an essay about to1's cover, i will.

okay so. to1 is a boy group but outside the fandom they are known for: donggeon's big ass ears and ofc... their absolutely AWESOME girl group covers. but i would like to talk about their cover of next level, originally by the esteemed girl group aespa, in particular.

i will NEVER be over this cover honestly. the first time i saw it, i was a brand new baby gether and i was jumping up and down and holding my blanket and squealing like a little girl, you should've seen me. actually not, because that was embarrassing af.

things i loved about it:

they changed it a tiny bit but not COMPLETELY like other boy groups did in the past and still kept the original song's vibe

woonggi absolutely eating up the whole stage, i wouldn't be surprised if this was his whole damn idea

and also the camera zooming in on woonggis butt was so fucking funny

i want woonggis jacket

woonggi woonggi woonggi

jerome being so sassy ugh i love him

i loved everything about it tbh.

chichi's lil "naevis, cALLING" was so cute. and his lil mullet hair. i want to squish

but i want to talk about kyungho. MY BIAS EVERYONE. HE WAS ABSOLUTELY KILLING IT HOLY SHIT. I MEAN THE OUTFIT, THE HAIR, AND HIS DEEP VOICE DAMN? *DRIVES CAR INTO LAKE*

because when he just walked out in a leather jacket and a crop top and leather pants going like "im on the nEXT! lEVEL!" holy fucking shit oh my fucking gosh dear god in heaven holy motherfucking shit im crying and screaming and sobbing glitter holy shit whoever put him in that fit needs a raise

p.s. tell me with a straight face that this is not blackpink's rose with short hair lmao

aNYWAYS i want to see him in that fit again so badly omg no wonder this was the most replayed part.

every time i see this video my soul leaves my body then comes back in my body to finish the cover then leaves it again.

and some dumbass toxic gg "fans" STILL HAD THE NERVE TO HATE ON THIS. IMAGINE HATING ON TEE OH MOTHERFUCKIN ONE. WOW YOU MUST NEED TO SEE THE DOCTOR.

in conclusion, stan to1. and watch the high definition version here