If you like or support Chris brown BLOCK ME NOW...
Cause I will find out & I will block you
I’m seeing women defending this man… and I’m disgusted.. especially black women, this man has said out his mouth he’s the type to not let his exes be happy and will stalk and threaten them, y'all got former neighbors confirming he used to assault this girl, even had to call the cops on him. He has stalked her to her home 3 am in the morning before, takes every chance he has to to verbally assault her on social media, and has a past of abusing women… and it’s so far-fetched for y'all to think he threatened to kill this girl… furthermore think of all the shit he’s done to this girl and she didn’t report him, he must have did some wild shit to make her say enough is enough, & y'all really making it seem like as if this girl shouldn’t have reported him even if she felt like her life was at risk because “he’s already got a bad rep & why we gotta do this to our black men”, the role of a black woman isnt to pacify black men and ignore their damaging behavior, y'all need to go tell Chris to seek the medical attention he clearly needs, and leave this girl alone. If you support Chris you’re trash girl and he’d probably beat your ass too…. but anyways
Imagine: Giving Daryl His First Blowjob and It Leading to Rough Sex
(A/N: Well, it’s official, Norman Reedus has made me complete trash. Enjoy this other lil one shot thing I had to write out).
Daryl had secured the room and he had
stood there awkwardly as you walked up willfully to him and pressed your body
suggestively into his, rubbing your chest up and down his, done with any subtle
clues, needing to show him tonight how much you wanted him.
Daryl had recently confessed to you
that he had never been given a blowjob before, this leaked out one night during
a drunken session of truth or dare between you. You had been hinting at Daryl
for months now, trying to get him to see how much you wanted him. After that
night, you knew you had to make it up to the man, you planned to do it when the
time was right. By looks of this old secure house, you had just found it.
Daryl noticed your eyes on him, his jaw
tightened and he stared at you like he didn’t know what to do.
You smiled playfully in response and
squared his shoulders, pushing his body back onto the bed behind him, his legs
dangled on the edge.
You smile and kneel down in between his
legs as you graze your hand up and down his muscular thighs, watching as your
hands rub his blue denim jeans harshly, causing warm friction to be created.
You lick your lips and rub your thighs together as your eyes lock on to the
button of his jeans and his hard cock, throbbing inside its prison. You run
your hand over it and intentionally rub it up and down, looking innocently up
at Daryl, who is biting his lip and groaning to himself, trying to keep
“Shit, Y/N…” Daryl half grunted, half
moaned, as his eyes close at your touch.
"think I'll play a bit of Pokémon before I go to sleep, y'know, just to unwind and relax a bit."
Me 10 minutes later:
"HOLY SHIT WHY IS LUSAMINE SUCH A CRAZY BITCH!? HOW BAD DO YOUR MOTHER ISSUES HAVE TO BE TO SAY YES MA'AM AND JUMP THRU A WORMHOLE!? are there any Pokémon who are actually affected by DREAM EATER??!also, THERE ARE WORMHOLES!?!"