#toxic man

[mindinthevoid]

[annoyingpoliceglitter]

[noctraa97]

One guy told me today that I'm gross and fat and he would never date me...... And I was like thanks God, I'm a lesbian

[theeldritchdarling]

KpDH - The Moon will Sing

Gwi-Ma and baby Ji-Ahn (commision by @0nkret )

Some facts about Gwi-Ma in my AU:

CW/TW: Mentions of child death, suicide, addiction, NPD, and obsessive and possessive behaviors. Reader discretion is advised

He was once a human: a member of a nomadic people during the Goryeo Dynasty (918-1392).

Left his family for an "outsider"; lone nomadic woman with no tribe (He was 15 yrs old)

He has a lot of trauma surrounding his human life; loss his wife to childbirth and was forced to watch as each of his children were killed one-by-one.

Is extremely uncomfortable around kids, more specifically babies. The first child he lost was his newborn daughter to starvation.

Mixture of Obsessive Compulsive Personality Disorder and Narcissistic Personality Disorder: Irrational need to be the center of everything and have control over everything and everyone. The fear of a lack of control is why he pushes so hard to keep demons in their shames and close to him.

Is actually deeply paranoid about being abandoned or alone (autophobia/monophobia).

Very much delusional (Grandiose and Jealous); under the belief that he is actually a good partner, husband, and father, of his family (none of these are true).

Could care less about the state of Magye (Demon Realm) and leaves the work of managing it to his advisors and Imperial Noble Consort.

Soul addict; demons don't need to eat souls. Eating souls only happens if one has become addicted to the taste and or power rush from the unfiltered energy. Gwi-Ma is completely addicted to the rush and taste of souls, it is why he creates demons and sends them off to collect them, it is to fuel his addiction.

Really, REALLY does NOT want to remember his human life. Uses the rush from souls to temporarily block out the shame, pain, and grief of losing his loved ones

[transdadhowdoi]

sir!!! sir!!! how do i act gentleman-y without falling for toxic masculinity?

Hi Anon! It's pretty easy actually! You just have to remember that you can do all the things, open doors, be polite, what you don't want to do, is let that go to your head.

Do all the polite things, and take that as a person, don't fall into the pattern of thinking that because you did nice things, the person you did it for now owes you.

It's the main thing that goes wrong. A guy will pay for a date, or do something, and because he was "nice & polite" he expects something in return.

Life isn't meant to be fully transactional. Be a nice person, be polite, don't expect things from the people you were nice to.

[cloudskissme]

☁️The Lakeith Effect☁️

☁️ pairing: poetic soft black fem reader x VERY TOXIC lakeith stanfield

☁️ warning: MDNI, smut, FILTH, LONG intense slow burn, if i ever write a man driving a gnx again… he’s toxic, he ghosts you and during sex he has YOU begging forgive for “ghosting” him (manipulation), got 69, more than 25 reasons (me hennessy and you since:->) they off the henny (i wouldn’t say drunk sex, more like tipsy sex), unprotected sex (but please be practice safe sex, the population ain’t getting no smaller.), dirty talk. the word count on this is 3.6k. it’s long because toxic people prolong shit out.

☁️ summary: lakeith ghosts you and you lost who you were. eventually you relearn yourself and you re-love yourself again, even meet someone new along the journey. all it takes is one night to be back under Lakeith. Most of his victims call it, “The Lakeith Effect.”

☁️ a/n: one i seriously didn’t mean to make him this toxic. it wasn’t as toxic until the sex, i’m not going to lie. well maybe … before that, but i just feel like if this is something he does on the regular… he’s more nonchalant and he doesn’t give a fuck… simple

two, i think i want to do a story with jahlani. he’s so sweet. i love him and his life is messy but it’s not too too much, you’ll see.

three, coming back to this, post sex scene … this isn’t even fucking smut… this is filth… like the dirty talk mixed with manipulation? i don’t know who the fuck i’m channeling… but i hope i channeled that motherfucker good.

four, i dip my toes in poetry here and there. i’m not the best at all. i say i won my 12th grade poetry slam by pure luck. so with that being said… don’t judge my poetry or spoken word. i was just trying something.

Lakeith

Lakeith Lee Stanfield

God, you wish you never met him.

You swore up and down that no man was going to ever run you crazy— you met your match though.

It all started at a tiny underground open mic. All the poets, musicians, comedians, and storytellers under one building. It was a beautiful night. You had your notebook— squibbling down your thoughts and feelings for every performance. You were going to turn it into your own spoken word.

Then he came on stage. Cocky smirk, man spreading on the stool. His eyes found their way to you. Coy smile on his face. He looked away from you and started to perform a quick little spoken word.

You remember every words— what sticks to you is this line:

“Tonight, I couldn’t wait to get under your dress…”

His eyes wandered back to you— in your yellow mini dress that complimented your skin tone nice.

“… to see those beautiful curves, you love to hide from me.”

You dropped your pen and your thighs pressed hard together. Your eyes didn’t leave him after that as he kept letting the poison slip from his lips.

“I don’t want to rush this lovemaking. No, I want to explore your body, trace your arch with my mouth. Follow every breath that you’ve been trying to hold back from me.”

His words wrapped around you— your heart, your waist, your soul. It’s like they were familiar with you. They knew you because they were about you.

The snaps, the whistles— they all filled the room. Not like an applause, more of a warning. But that man was pulling on you to be his. Maybe for the night. Maybe more. And you needed that.

As soon as he finished, he walked to your table— eyes never left you. His fingers took your notebook and began to read your notes. You should have snatched it— something in your body told you otherwise.

Then, one of your notes caught his attention:

“His words, his voice, his looks— nothing but trouble”

He chuckled, “You think I’m trouble?”

“How do you know that line was about you? Could have just been a random thought.” You lean back in your seat.

He shook his head and closed the space between you two, “You stopped writing when I got on stage, beloved.”

His voice was still as dangerously low and seductive as it was when he was performing. Your breath caught in your throat.

Next thing you knew…

Your face plastered on his foggy window in the backseat of his car as your yellow dress was bunched up on your waist as his hands were on your hips, pulling you back on his dick. His strokes were deep and slow— more dangerous than his voice.

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That night in his ‘87 GNX, it shouldn’t have happened. After the late night hookups, he ghosted you two weeks later. No calls, no text— just silence.

You lost the woman you used to be— the calm and peaceful woman who used to write poetry about love and butterflies. You became an angry, bitter woman— writing poetry about heartbreak, destruction of towns.

The Lakeith effect…

The Lakeith effect is what the other women at the open mic call it. He preys on beautiful black women who glow with soft innocence. Ones who usually wouldn’t give it up the first night, yet gullible enough to fall for his words.

It took four months— four long hard months to get over him. You had to train your heart to no longer care when your phone doesn’t flash “LS”. It took four months to become the woman that you used to be.

Your writings are a balance— writing about a special love and some heartbreak. The confused mindset of how love has you. Everyone loves your work at open mic.

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Tonight, after four months of silence and peace, you see his name on the signup sheet.

Lakeith L Stanfield

You sign your name and look around to see if you see him around. Of course, he’s at the bar— seducing another victim.

You shake your head and sit at a table with your friends you met at open mic— some are the women who have interesting stories about their time with him, some who write the same as you.

Then there’s Jahlani— an occasional hookup here and there. He comes with baggage— a girlfriend that is also his baby mama. In his mind, that’s maybe his girl, but he owes her no loyalty. She cheats, doesn’t clean, and doesn’t work. He’s just staying until he’s fully ready to leave her ass alone and coparent with her.

But besides that, Jah is a sweetheart. He doesn’t just pick you up and fuck. No, he shows you a good time— picnics at the park, a movie date, cooking together, trips to the dispensary and smoking in his secret apartment afterward. Aftercare is top tier with him. He helps clean up, always has a good bottle of water waiting on you and a small snack, cuddles and reassures you, “You did amazing, baby girl. Relax now.” And he doesn’t just fuck you, he makes love to you.

Open mic performances start, but you could barely pay attention with Jahlani touching all over you underneath the table— grabbing your thigh, cupping your pussy. Tonight, he is a little handsy, but you didn’t mind. You are right along with him— touching his dick.

Then you hear it. His name.

Lakeith L Stanfield

He looks at you and smirks. You roll your eyes, but your stomach tightens. He sits on the stool on stage, manspreading wide, his gaze never left you.

“In the backseat of my GNX, your thighs were wrapped around me, my hands on your hips pulling you close, slow...”

You shake your head, along with the other Lakeith effect victims. But then it takes a twist,

“Yeah, I remember that night, your yellow dress pressed to your chest, notebook in your hand. Trying to act like you didn’t fall in love by the first word that rolled off my lips.”

Your breath catches when you realize this is about YOU. You cover your face, slightly embarrassed but intrigued.

“You wrote: His words, his voice, his looks— nothing but trouble in your notebook, Knowing that I was going to wreck you from the first glance, first breath.”

The girls at the table start to look at you, realizing this is about you. They smirk, astonished. Lakeith never spoke about his personal experience with a girl in his work. Well, not until tonight. And it’s about you.

When he is done, everyone snaps and whistles just like last time. Everyone except for you— your thighs squeezing tight together as there is a pool forming inside your panties. It was good, you just didn’t like it. He gets off stage and he winks at you. You just sip your drink— unbothered.

After a few more people, it was finally time for you to go up and perform your work. You were slightly nervous because it was about Lakeith and he was there.

You take a shot of Henny that Jahlani had ordered for the table and in your mind, you think:

“Fuck it! He wrote about me and performed it. You can do the fucking same!”

You walk to the stage and you just stand up,

“I’m not going to lie to you, I’m tipsy. My nerves were bad for this one.”

The crowd laughs and cheers you on to perform your poem. You giggle.

“I call this one ‘From Chaos to Light’”

The words started flowing out your mouth with ease and you couldn’t stop. Every now and again, you would glance at Lakeith— hoping your words were hitting him.

“You had me, You wrecked me, My body still remembers how you made me tremble, How I mistook your chaos for intimacy, How I let your fire feel like love.”

You look at Lakeith whose eyes are burning into you— you stop for a moment to catch your breath. Then you look at Jahlani, who is smiling at you with the brightest smile in a dark room. It gives you the courage to continue.

“Long months of silence— a silence that broke me down, shattered the woman I used to be, Four long months to find her again, to relearn her, to re-love her.”

The women in the crowd start to cheer— relating to the words that came out of your mouth.

“Then, there was a light at the end of the tunnel, He wasn’t loud like you, He was soft—steady even, Brought me a happiness that I thought I’d lost, A happiness that I thought I could never have again.”

You look at Jahlani and smile. He smiles back at you. Your words shower him in praise and appreciation for bringing you even closer to the woman you are now.

Afterwards, you swim in a sea of loud snaps and whistles as you go back to your table. Jahlani smiles and kisses your forehead.

“You did amazing, my love.” He kisses your cheek afterwards.

You giggle and you sip your drink and your eyes shift to Lakeith. His eyes are still burning in your soul as if your performance was a sin. You roll your eyes and kiss Jahlani— only to fuel the flames even more.

Lakeith stares at the interaction between you and Jahlani for a bit— clenching hard onto his drink. Then he just laughs and shakes his head. He smirks and walks to your table.

“So this is my replacement. Your ‘light at the end of the tunnel’ huh?” He says, looking at Jahlani, unamused. “Cute.”

“Why are you over here? Shouldn’t you be finding your next victim or something?” You cross your arms and take a sip of your drink.

“You are my victim, baby.” He smirks and pours himself a shot of Henny on the table. “I’ll see you in a few, baby.”

He laughs as he walks away. You look disgusted and cling onto Jahlani as a shiver goes down your spine. He caresses you and reassures you that you’ll be okay.

Only for Jahlani to leave fifteen minutes later because his neighbors inform him that his baby mama had left their two year old daughter at home by herself and she’s just crying.

The rest of the night, you listen to the rest of the performances. Your gaze would shift to Lakeith to see if he wasn’t on no funny shit— he was just looking at you, smirking.

The open mic ends and you realize your ride has left you to take care of his baby. All of your friends are already gone. You decide to walk home— even if you are in a bad spot in the city.

Then you see it. That black ‘87 GNX rolling up smoothly behind you. It starts cruising at the pace that you are walking. Your eyes are forward— ignoring the cat calls that Lakeith is doing to get your attention.

“Come on, baby girl. It’s four in the morning, you tipsy as shit. Get in the car.” He smirks.

You roll your eyes and flick him off. He chuckles and shakes his head.

“You’re so stubborn. You know that shit turns me on. Come on, girl. Get in the car.”

You shake your head and keep walking— acting as if you don’t hear or see him. But it’s hard to ignore that hum of the GNX behind, stalking you like its prey.

“Baby girl, I can do this all night. We both don’t have anywhere to be today.” He says.

“Don’t act like you ain’t been thinking about it.” His voice is smoothly dangerous— enough to make your heart drop straight to your pussy.

“Don’t give him the power. Be strong, girl. Don’t give in.”

You keep repeating to yourself in your head. But you knew your body is betraying you— telling him that you wanted him to desperately fuck you. You are wet, your thighs are shaking as you walk.

“Get in.” He says it softly, yet still as dangerous as last time.

You stop and look at him— holding the bridge of your nose. You hate that he was right. You have been thinking about him since he performed. And you wanted that moment that you had in his GNX months ago again. Even if it’s for one night.

You open the door and slide comfortably in the seat. He smirks at you and you look away. His hand instantly finds your thigh.

The radio is humming “Between the Sheets” by The Isley Brothers. You turn it up slightly. He looks at you.

“Look at you. Listening to the music I put you on.” You say to him, giggling.

He looks at you and chuckles, “You know damn well I knew this way before I met you.”

“Yeah but you wasn’t listening to it like you do now until you met me.”

He shakes his head and chuckles again, “Guilty.”

“Remember when I had your legs to the ceiling to this song as I ate you out.” He licks his lip as if he was remembering your taste.

You close your eyes and look away from him, “Yeah, yeah. Whatever.”

You cross your arms and bob your head to the music. He chuckles and his hand creeps higher up your thigh. You slightly moan at the touch as goosebumps form on your arm.

Your head rests against the leather seat, pretending to be calm. But between the liquor, his words, his touch, and the song choices of the night, you were ready to give it up to him.

His hand slips under your shorts and he rubs your sensitive clit through your slick covered panties, “You need me.”

You grab the seat and arch your body up, “Fuck yes. I need you, Lakeith. Stop fucking around.”

He smirks, “That’s all I wanted you to say.”

Minutes later, the car slows down and turns onto a quiet street. You glance out the window, confused. Why is he bringing you to a neighborhood? He pulls the car into a driveway. You look around, then at him.

“Is this… is this your place?” You ask him, your voice betraying how shocked you are. You always fucked Lakeith in cheap motels, alleyways, or in the bathroom of open mic.

He turns the car off and shifts his body to look at you, “Yeah, this is my place.”

“You ain’t trying to kill me, right?” You look at him and slowly back up, hand instantly on the doorknob.

He laughs loud, “Girl, calm your superstitious ass down.” He shakes his head, “It’s a first time for everything. You safe… for now.”

His hand finds his way to your clit again and your body instantly shivers as you moan again.

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“Oh fuck!” You moan out as you feel his tongue brush against your clit. You grip the sheets and look back at him.

“Get back to suck this dick, baby girl.” He groans.

You couldn’t. He is eating you in the best way possible— nice and slow. His head turns side to side with every lick and suck he gives you. His hands travel up your back to your hips— pulling you closer to his face.

Then he pushes you back down, “Suck it, baby.” He demands you.

You wrap your tongue against his tip before taking him whole inside your mouth. Momentarily, he stops eating you to groan as you bob your head to match the pace of him eating you out— nice and slow and sloppy.

He resumes eating your pussy— making you moan around his shaft. He slowly fucks your throat and you being to grind your body slowly against his face.

Neither of you were in a rush. You both were making up time for the past four months of craving each other’s body and taste again.

“God, you taste so fucking good, baby girl. I miss your sweet pussy.” He groans.

You close your eyes as his words make your clit throb a bit more than it already was.

The pleasure is building up and he’s gripping on your hips tightly making it impossible to run away. You start to whine as your body begins to tremble. He smirks, knowing exactly what it meant. His tongue presses harder on your spot and your moans get louder— let him know you need to come. But he isn’t far behind you— his dick is twitching in your mouth. So you bob your head faster to get it out of him at the same time as you.

Your hands travel to his thighs as you start to grind your waist on him faster. Heat travels fast through your body, and before you knew it you were coming.

He groans and you smile as you know you are about to get a treat. You start sucking on his tip as his hips jerk up and he cums in your mouth. You giggle as you swallow and look back at him. He shakes his head and smacks your ass hard.

“Shit! You’re so nasty.” He chuckles.

“You like it.” You smile at him.

He moves you off him— laying you on your stomach. He gets you in the perfect arch position and starts rubbing on your ass. He guides his tip against your clit.

“Beg me. Beg me for this dick. Tell me how much you missed me and you’re sorry for not giving me this pussy.”

You pause for a moment. You know damn well he didn’t just say that when he was the one who ghosted you. But … slightly it turned you on, especially with how slow he is rubbing himself against.

“I’m so sorry, Lakeith. I didn’t mean to not give you this pussy.” You whine a bit.

He puts his tip inside you, “Mm, you sure, baby?” And slowly slides the rest in, “I mean you didn’t call me or text me.”

You bury your face in his sheets and moan. Then, you turn your head to the side, “Yes, yes. I’m so sorry I didn’t call you baby.”

He slowly pulls out and you whimper at the emptiness, “Did you not miss me?” He smirks and smacks your ass hard— resuming rubbing his tip around your entrance.

“Fuck! Yes, yes! Lakeith, I missed you so much. I missed you and that dick. Please, give it to me.” You whimper frantically.

He groans as he drags his tip slowly across your entrance, “Since you apologized so nicely.”

He slowly slides all the way inside you and starts fucking you slow and deep. “Damn, I missed this fucking pussy the most.”

You grip the sheets and keep looking back at him, moaning. He makes sure you feel every inch of his dick— while also savoring your wet and tight pussy.

“I missed you, Lakeith. I missed you so much.” You whine as you raise your ass up even more.

He smack your ass, “I fuck you better than that other nigga, don’t I?”

“Yes, Lakeith. You fuck me better than him.” You moan softly. “I only need you and your dick.”

“That’s my fucking girl.” He groans, “Been acting like you weren’t mine. Now I have to teach this pussy.” He pulls out of you slowly again.

He looks at your pussy for a while, debating if he should just wreck you, or make it to where you don’t want any other man. Just him. He smirks. He loves the second option better.

He slams back into you. You gasp and close your eyes tightly. You start moaning loud, tears fill your eyes. He starts slamming his hip hard against your ass.

You start falling off the bed running, but he doesn’t care. He’s following you as you fall. His hands on your hips pulling you closer to him. You try to put your hand on his stomach to stop him. Just for a moment.

He just removes your hand from his stomach and pulls you up by your hair and holds your body tightly against his, “Stop running from this dick.”

You lay head on his shoulder and moan in his ear— getting him more excited. His free hand snakes around and finds its way to your clit. He starts rubbing it fast. You feel yourself clenching around him tightly.

“Ah! I’m going to come again!” You groan and your breathing gets harder.

His nails grip deeper in your hips, “Tell me who owns this pussy. Telling me that it’s my pussy. And only mine.” He kisses your neck and licks from your neck to your ear.

“You own this pussy, Lakeith! No one else. It’s your pussy.” You whimper.

He nods, “Such a good girl for me. Come for me.”

As soon as he says that, your body starts trembling even more as you have your second orgasm of the night.

But he doesn’t stop. In fact, he keeps pounding inside of you— faster and harder. His bedroom is filled with wet skin clapping and your filthy moans. You met with another orgasm in just a few seconds from your second one.

You feel him slow down as he fills you up with his come. You instantly collapse on the bed. He waits a while before he pulls out to watch you leak out.

You roll over on your back and he lays next to you and looks at you.

“Shit. I missed that.” He says, smiling at you.

“I missed it too.” You sigh and lay on his chest.

He rubs your arm and smiles, “I usually ain’t no gentleman after sex. But the way I fucked you. I guess I can be a little sweet.”

You roll your eyes playfully, “Shut up.”

[esotericectasy]

No man chooses evil because it is evil; he only mistakes it for happiness, the good he seeks.