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Happy 18th birthday @latigreblanche 💜🎉 (get this weird Chris with a pescaculo! 🍑 luv ya) #sorryitsucks

Look what I drew

You were the Jokers doll. His one prized possession besides the night club of course which is where you met. You were a hype dancer and you both know how much J hated you wearing tight clothes and having boys drool over you. But as you always reminded him “You get to see me on it to.” Currently you were dancing in a cage when someone went to grope you and of course J being your boyfriend you had a few defence moves up your sleeves. You didn’t mind if they put their hands on the glass but you did not allow touching. “Hey” you said to the guy who tried to grope you “ come follow me.” He obviously nodded eagerly and followed you back to Mr. J’s lounge. “Mr. J we’ve got a situation. This fella right here tried to grope me. And I don’t think that’s fair.” You said and as soon as you said fair there was a bullet in his head and you were on J’s lap. “You okay doll did he touch you. Do I need to kill his friends too.” He asked worriedly. “I’m fine J it’s just that he tried to touch me that scared me.” You showed him your arms and legs to show you had no injury. “We’re going home right now and I’m going to show all those little boys out there that you have a man.” He growled and called one of his goons over to pull the Lamborghini around. You drove home with J teasing you and making you horny as fuck. When you pulled up outside the house he demanded you to take your clothes off and be ready when he comes up stairs. You raced up stairs and started stripping down to your neon green and purple lingere set and laid down on the bed waiting for Mr. J. “Babygirl. Are you ready to be fucked like you never have before.” He asked growling and stalked up your body taking your body in like he never has before. “Hands up Kitten.” Then he attacked your neck and kissed down it and left so many hickies your neck would be sore in the morning. He undid all the straps and belts of your lingere and left you naked and thrust into you at an inhuman speed he made you come in 5 minutes flat. You moaned out “Mr. J please faster, harder, deeper.” That word drove him up a wall lifting your legs at all kinds of angles to hit your g-spot deeper than ever before. You moaned and he released you went to get him out of you and he said, “Not tonight Kitten were going to play for hours.” And thrusted faster again making you come again. He made you ride him then made you cum doggie style he made you cum cowgirl style. He filled you up to the brim with your cum and then started filling your tight pussy with his cum. He cam in you 10 times and still had you begging for more. He put a vibrator on your cilt and started fucking you again. You moaned outrageously. Once he was finished he cream pied you. You decided to sleep with it all in which made him hard again. His dick sticking into your back but you wanted sleep. When you awoke the next morning J was jacking off next to you eyes clamped shut so you moved his hand and started to ride him you still having a cummed filled pussy helped him cum faster and harder. You guys fucked until your pusdy couldn’t hold any more and J licked it all up and started sticking his tongue in your hole. He made you cum once more and then let you sleep for a little bit more. ;)

Note: ahh omg im sorry if it sucked! again, i really focused on what cheered her up, not so much the cycle, haha. enjoy!! .c

Everyone's heard about how everyone has a demon. That's not that big of a deal. Well, here is my story of my own demon. He had a pale complexion with dark hair and eyes. He was like heroin to me, and I was addicted. My family warned me to stay away, but it was too late. I was hooked. When he looked at me, he made it feel like we were the only ones on earth. When he kissed me, I felt like I was soaring in a cloud of ecstasy. He treated me like I was his queen, and damn it, I loved it. We were happy for a couple of months, but then he started to change. I never noticed it, I was so caught up in our 'love'. Once again, my family tried to warn me, but he said they were just scared of losing me. I believed him. After all, why would my love lie to me? Soon, my family quit talking to me, and it was like I had no family. It was just the two of us, and I couldn't be happier. My entire life was devoted to him, and every time I was close to him, I felt loved. Then, I gave him everything, and we were closer than ever. I woke up the next morning and watched him leave for work, and he never came back. My drug, my heroin, was gone. He died on his way home from work. At least, that's what I thought as I went insane with grief. My family found me in an bad condition, screaming his name. As I went through withdrawals, my family explained to me that there was never a man. My love was nonexistent, a part of my imagination. How could that be? I still clearly remember every touch, his scent, everything about him. How could I make all of that up? But one thing kept buzzing at the back of my mind. That last night with him, his black eyes flashed red. That morning, he was cold and distant. As he left my house, he never took the vehicle. In fact he never did, he always just disappeared. Just like that morning, when he said goodbye, I had used up my usefulness. Then I watched as he disappeared into the earth, his skin blistering and horns erupting out of his head. No one believes me when I say this, but I know it's true. How else do you explain how ever since that night, I can hear screams of pain everywhere I go? How I can see the shadows of other demons by everyone?

Cas had wrapped her in his trench coat, at first trying the stop the bleeding in her chest, but when he was unsuccessful, her body laid limp across his lap, and he kept her head propped up gently, occasionally running his finger along the side of her cheek to soothe her, or to wipe away a tear. "It's okay." He'd tell her over and over. "It's okay. It's almost over." And she would use whatever strength she had left to hold his hand, and he would lean down and kiss her forehead. And as she let out a small whimper, more blood leaving her body, he clutched we close to him, pressing her to his chest, crimson soaking him. "I'm sorry." He said. And her grip loosened some. "I'm sorry it had to end this way. I'm sorry I didn't protect you." "Cas-ple-" but her plea, the prayer she had begun was cut off. And her hand dropped from his. She was silent and her ragged breaths had ended. And there were no more tears for Cas to wipe away. He laid her body down gently, brushing her hair out of her face, and kissed her again. "It's all over now." He told her, his throat closing as tears burned at his eyes, and he kept his hand against her hair, refusing to let go of the feeling of its warmth. "It's okay, Meg. You're home now, love."