bye will yall actually read this

toxic! eren x blk! fem! reader

“cum and i’ll fucking leave…no fuckin’ joke.” eren spat into your ear. currently, eren had his body pressed against yours, balls deep inside of you. you have tears rolling down your cheeks, sniffling from time to time.

“no, no..don’t leave me..please.” you whimper, pulling eren’s hair into a kiss. “who said you made the fuckin’ rules? don’t kiss me unless i fuckin’ ask for it.” the brunette said, groaning when he pulls out of you, stroking himself over your stomach.

“swear to fuckin’ god. good for nothing. got a line of girls that would die to have this opportunity. and you’re wasting it.” eren degrades, snarling at you. “i’m…not good for nothin’! i’m…a good girl!” you slur, reaching out for eren.

“shutup..” he grimaces, sucking in air when he plunges his dick back inside you, cumming hard. “eren!” you squeal. “if i start up again, and you cum, i’m gonna leave you. gonna leave you all by yourself. that’s a fuckin promise.” eren whispers hotly into your neck. he pushes all the way inside of you, pumping in and out at an almost animalistic pace.

“okay okay…won’t cum..wont wont…” you mumbled, grasping the bed sheets. eren grins, picking up his pace, teetering on the edge. your edge. “slow down! don’t wanna…don’t wanna cum!” you basically scream, pushing eren’s abdomen, your acrylics scratching him. “quit fuckin’ pushin’.” he growls, pinning your hands on either side of your head. you choke back a scream, feeling eren hit your cervix.

“no no no…i’m gonna cum, stop stop! can’t do it! stop!” you beg, shaking your head. “cum if you fuckin’ dare.” you choke out a sob, feeling a rush of heat come from your pussy. “fuck.” eren smiles. “don’t leave. please, please, please..i tried! i really did! ‘m sorry!” you cry, pushing tears off your face.

“oh baby. it was all a test..it’s okay baby..” he says, pulling your body into his. “not gonna leave me?” you sniff, “never.”

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watched the babadook and now i’m scared to go pee

“your pretty pink-“ HANG UP ON YOU.

uhh spider noir???

still thinking about miles changed his major so he could go see peter and gwen and they weren’t thinking abt him in the slightest

gulps and looks around

sweet like frosting • e. jaeger

y’all are still getting the full fic bc I’m in too deep now and I rather take my time on it but I had to give a lil something before the day is completely gone 😭 let’s call this an excerpt. happy birthday daddy <333

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burgundy lights scattered across the room, soft echoes of thumping R&B music played from the surround sound of the television set…the lewd acts depicted in the song being acted out right there in that bedroom. Satin ropes stretched from the side of the headboard and binding to each of the pale flushed wrists coiling around them. At the moment, it was all that could be seen of the man they were attached to..

“Mmmm…there you go. Use your tongue, baby..and slow down. Take your time, we’ve got all night…”

your words drowned out in a soft, illustrious moan. His own muffled by the cushion of your plump ass seated on his face. That silky, slick ridden mound dredging across his lips and grinding on his mouth…honestly, he couldn’t have asked for a more ideal view. Or a gift for that matter. After all, it was his special day. His to celebrate and spend exactly as he pleases. And what better way to do so than devouring the sweet cunt of his beloved? Letting those divine juices trickle all down his face, chin and even to his throat. “Ah—haaa..fuck..yes.” (Y/N) cried out, tossing your head to the ceiling with a loud cry releasing from your throat. It was hard to tell who’s birthday was which because both of you were equally doused in ecstasy at the moment. But truth be told, he’d never been so spoiled before. It wasn’t enough that you had paid for this elaborate trip to commemorate him turning twenty six. But the fact that he had been pampered with expensive gifts and now, you were fucking him senseless. Slathering his twitching cock with strings of sloppy spit earlier from allowing him to fuck your throat and now using them to stroke his shaft with those long acrylics curled around it. There wasn’t a better way to spend his birthday and he wouldn’t trade it for the world. Especially when all he had to do was lie here and let you give his body the ultimate amount of pleasure. Even more so than his body could withstand..trembling and whimpering, Eren let out more muffled cries and clawed into the flesh of his own palms. His legs shook violently as pools of precum leaked from his aching head. It wasn’t hard to deduce what he wanted. You could all but sense the desperation in the way he scraped his tongue around your folds and even flicked it around that puckering asshole. If he begged hard enough..maybe you’d feel inclined to give it to him.

“Oooh..you wanna come, don’t you, babyboy? You’re trembling..poor thing. Maybe I should ride this dick..let me nut all over it…suck that shit off when I’m done. I know you’d love that.”

but for now…you were enjoying this far more than you should have. And maybe it was a bit self motivated. But something told you that he didn’t mind too much. So as long as you were satisfied..after all, the best part about this cake was the sweet, delicious frosting that filled his mouth at the moment and he’d greedily feast, licking the plate clean so long as you allowed him.

“Eat all you want..this is all for you, daddy. You’re the only one who can get me like this..keep making me come. It’s all yours..”

All the tarp you see are human bodies. How many of those tarp covered bodies didn't make it to see their 18th birthday? How many didn't get to see the 1st birthday of their child? How many didn't get to celebrate retirement? These are human lives being ripped away at an alarming rate.

There should be no reason you can't step outside without seeing a decomposing child, mother, father, grandmother, grandfather, uncle, aunt, brother, sister, friend, or lover.

They had lives and yet they are buried next to the sidewalk? Would you be okay with your loved one being buried next to the sidewalk? No. No you wouldn't.

hi guys

if anyone can guess what my next theme is you get a dollar

‘ PRETTY IN PINK ‘

harvard professor! toji x black! elle woods! reader

getting into harvard law was a piece of cake, but somehow getting into your professors pants was harder!

cw: black! reader, age gap by like 15 years, set in 2001

ENJOY !

you pull your pink satin eye mask over your bonnet and stretch. today was the day, the day you’d finally get professor fushiguro to give in. you’ve had your eye on him since you were a freshman, his brood and sarcastic demeanor making him even more attractive. you hop out of your bed and start to get ready. after half an hour of doing what you need to do, you grab your bella louis vuitton tote and slide into your heels, walking out the door. arriving to your first class you’re already out of breath, not from the route there, of course not, but the fact your english teacher, is sitting on toji’s desk. laughing. you purse your lips together and stare, holding your designer purse in front of you. it didn’t take long for toji to notice the girl wearing all pink in his doorway.

“need something?” toji said in his oh so deep and gravely voice. “oh no! i was just about to ask a question but i see you’re already talking to someone. i’ll be on my way.” and with that you speed walk down the hall, the familiar clacking of your heels against the schools polished marble floor getting further and further. tears well in your eyes, but why? it’s not like you and toji are dating, and if you two were, you’d be sure you still wouldn’t let these fat tears roll down your face. you race to the bathroom and push your bottom eyelids up on the way, forcing them to close. once you arrive you take the biggest stall there is and sit on the toilet, hiding your face in your hands. after about six minutes of sulking by yourself, you hear another pair of heels clacking against the floor.

“y/n?” spoke your english teacher. “yes?” you respond, trying to make it seem as if you weren’t just crying. “toji doesn’t like crybabies. i know you’ve been trying to get in his pants and all, but don’t bring the whole class down because you can’t handle your urges.” and with that, she leaves, leaving you a dumbstruck mess. the day just started. it’s only 7:30 in the morning. you take a moment to regather yourself, and walk out. this has been terrible already. you walk into your first class and sigh, ten minutes late. you’ve never been late a day in your life! you plop down in an open seat and grab your notebook, jotting down notes when it’s needed. everyone has had their eyes on you since you’d came here, your bold style and personality attracting attention wherever you went. now was not a good day to have eyes all on you. your usual behavior being a stark contrast to your now sad and mopey one.

“y/n stay after class please.” you teacher slips in during a lecture, you were lucky you caught it unless you’d be in for a treat. class was over and you stood by your teachers desk. “yes?” you ask, fiddling with the straps of your purse. “you’re never late. is something wrong?” she asks. your calculus teacher was a nice old white lady who wore a huge pair of wired glasses. “nope. just tired from exams and stuff.” you chuckle, fidgeting with your hair. “okay okay. well, make sure you get your eight hours to stay beautiful.” she grins. you leave with a “thank you.” and go to your next class.

lunch rolled around and you decided to make your way into toji’s classroom, standing in the doorway as seductively as you could. “hey, toji.” you say, rocking back and forth on your heel. “y/n.” toji says without even looking up from the paper he was grading. “could i speak to you?” you ask, walking towards toji and stopping in front of his desk. toji looks up at you through his glasses a smirk adorning his face. “speak.” toji tells you, looking up at you fully. “is there anyway i could get extra credit?” you ask, putting your louis vuitton bag on his desk, starting to unbutton the top of your blazer. toji starts laughing, standing up and towering over you. you look up at him, swallowing hard.

“you think seducing me will get me to want you more?” he asks, pulling you into his body into the small of your back. he leans down into your ear, his breath hitting the shell of your ear. “because it’s working…” he says, trailing his hand down your skirt. you let out a sigh, bringing your arms around his neck. “lunch ends in 10 minutes…” you whine out, propping yourself against toji’s desk. toji looks up at you with a hungry stare. “better cum in 10 minutes then…” toji chuckled, pulling your panties to the side and slipping two fingers into your cunt with a groan. “look at you.” he grins. “what’s your grade?” toji asks, making casual conversation.

“a…b minus..” you whine, arching your back. “mmm…you’re a smart girl. i don’t have any idea how you have a b minus in my class. it’s as if you’ve been planning this for a while.” toji smiles, pumping his fingers faster. he was catching onto you. it was as if he knew your every move. when you only responded with breathy moans and a whine of “five minutes left…” toji grinned at you, curving his fingers — hitting that spongey spot in you. you arch your back and cum on toji’s finger with a high pitched moan. toji slaps his hand over your mouth and takes his fingers out of you, sucking on his fingers.

“go to class.” he says, popping his fingers from his plush lips.

I gave him a lobotomy

fuck i hate dumb people

I HAD TO DO A DOUBLE TAKE ☹️☹️

5K??? guyssss

i haven’t posted a fic in like a month and a half and you guys r still here 😕 OKAY HALF OF 10K ?? WHAT KINDA FIC DO YOU WANT???

no matter how much i try and get used to grief, it always comes back at the most unexpected times

words cannot describe the feeling i got when the aaron bushnell video appeared on my twitter timeline.

he screamed free palestine until his burning body couldnt anymore, while there are people choosing to turn a blind eye and watch all these innocent children and adults get murdered in front of their eyes. let alone agree with it.

if you think aaron’s actions were pointless and didn’t impact anyone, you would be oh so wrong. he gave his life instead of sitting there and condoning innocent palestinian people being murdered.

if you support israel, you are an ignorant, disgusting, and all around a pathetic person.