#erik isn't boring i promise

[barely-coherent]

"I'll let you hit if you win me _____ from a crane game."

James

"Don't phrase it like that but I can try."

Buddy swipes the card like 5 times

You don't know why he's so determined to get that figure for you

Until he finally gets it and you smile really wide

You see him just smile softly while you hold it but there's this look in his eyes

"I expect you to keep your promise."

Erik

"You'll let me regardless but it seems fun."

You ignore the first part and just watch as he gets it in like 3 or 4 tries

It drops into the bin and he just watches as you grab it, laughing at your excited face

You probably don't let him put it in a bag, you carry it around the whole time

He does remind you every now and then "Remember what you promised me?"

Fucking pain in the ass (literally, if you're into that)

But y'know what, fuck it, we ball

That's king shit

Sam

You don't say that in the first place

You ask him to try

When he actually succeeds though

"Y'know what, just for that, I'm letting you hit."

He immediately turns bright red and covers your mouth

He's like sputtering and just "DONT SAY THAT OUTLOUD!"

Probably blushes for a while after that

But he holds you to that

Matthew

He blushes and just looks at you for a little

"I- uh. Sure, I'm great at crane games!"

Ignores you while he's blushing but gets it in like 1 or 2 tries

It falls and he cheers for you

Literally "Woohoo! Alright!"

And then as you grab it, just "I wasn't lying, that was an incentive"

And he just blushes harder

Just thinks about it occasionally as you guys spend all day at the arcade

Everytime he looks at what he won fir you, he blushes

It's pretty cute

Damien

First of all

Tumblr please I just want a funky black text option that isn't boring

ANYWAY

Does not know what to say

It takes him a second before he's like "You can't say that in public!"

But you read him the controls and he just nods

It takes him a couple tries but he got it

You kiss his cheek and assure him that even if he didn't get it you'd let him hit

He's a blushing mess though like "We're in public!"

[urween]

Music that reminds me of Erik Lehnsherr/Magneto

1) Come as you are by Nirvana

- Come as you are, as you were As I want you to be

- And I swear that I don't have a gun No, I don't have a gun No, I don't have a gun

- Take your time, hurry up Choice is yours, don't be late

2) I bet on losing dogs by Mitski

- My baby, my baby You're my baby, say it to me Baby, my baby Tell your baby that I'm your baby

- I know they're losing and I'll pay for my place by the ring Where I'll be looking in their eyes when they're down

3) Tv by Billie Eilish

- All of my friends are missing again That's what happens when you fall in love You don't have the time, you leave them all behind You tell yourself it's fine, you're just in love

- And I'll be in denial for at least a little while What about the plans we made ?

- Sinkin' in the sofa while they all betray each other What's the point of anything?

4) Supermassive black hole by Muse

- Glaciers melting in the dead of night And the superstars sucked into the supermassive

- You set my soul alight You set my soul alight

5) Lay all your love on me by ABBA

- I used to think that was sensible It makes the truth even more incomprehensible

- You've heard me saying that smoking was my only vice But now it isn't true

6) Never let me down again by Depeche Mode

- Promises me I'm as safe as houses As long as I remember who's wearing the trousers I hope he never lets me down again

- We're flying high We're watching the world pass us by

7) Chemtrails over the country club by Lana Del Rey

- I'm not bored or unhappy I'm still so strange and wild You're in the wind, I'm in the water

- I'm on the run with you, my sweet love There's nothing wrong contemplating God

image : oumut (pinterest)

[fandoms--fluff]

Leaving The Castle

Female vampire reader x Lizzie Saltzman

Summary: Going into town with your bestie and ending the night with a fun little scheme

Warnings: swearing?

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"Ugh, I'm so bored!" Lizzie flops down onto your bed where you're reading a book.

"Wait a second, are you reading Twilight?!" Lizzie exclaims, reading the title.

"Yep, Damon always got annoyed when I watched the movies, but I've never actually read the books" You put the book down. "It's not the best honestly."

"I could've told you that" Lizzie smirks.

"Oh shush, how about we do something that your father won't like?" You ask. "I'm in," Lizzie says straight away.

"Then follow me" You stand up, pulling Lizzie up by her hand. You keep holding her hand, leading her out of the school and into the forest.

"Where are you leading us to?" She asks, wacking a blackberry bush branch out of the way. "You'll see...right..about......now" you move some bushes away, revealing an older-looking black and red Kawasaki.

"Please say we're not going dirt bike riding" Lizzie's eyes widen.

"Don't worry were not, it'll be a lot easier getting to town on this" you say, easily pulling it out of the bushes and remove any twigs and leaves from it.

"Huh, smart" Lizzie smiles. "You do know how to drive that thing, right?" She then asks you.

"No, I've just had the same bike for fourty years because I like how it looks" you say sarcastically. "Of course I know how to drive it."

"Here, put this on" you say, giving her your helmet.

"You always have an extra helmet?" Lizzie asks as she starts putting it on.

"No, but I don't really need one, the only reason I have that is because of nagging people about safety" you explain to her.

"Hop on" you said smirking, seeing your best friend's cautious face. "Don't worry, nothing bad is going to happen. All you have to do is relax your body against mine and go with my movements"

"You promise?" She asks while getting on the back and wraps her arms around your waist. "I promise, always. You ready?"

"Yeah" she let's out a breath.

You start the engine and since this is the first time Lizzie had been on a motorcycle, you go at a slower pace and start working up the speed once you guys get onto the actual road.

"This isn't as scary as I thought it would be" she says, still holding onto your for dear life. (Though you don't really blame her).

"See, sometimes you just gotta step out of your comfort zone, it may surprise you" You chuckle.

Once you guys get into the town, you park in front of the strip of cute small business shops and boutiques.

Smiling, you guys go into them, trying on clothes or smelling all the scents of different candles.

"You need to smell this one" Lizzie hands you a candle. You open the lid and as soon as you do, you're immediately hit in the face with a way too sweet caramel, cake, ice cream, chocolate mixed scent.

"Oh god, why do you do this to me!" You put the candle back on the shelve right away while Lizzie is bent over in laughter.

"I'm so getting you back for that stunt," you say as you guys head over to the Mystic Grill.

"Oh, I believe it" she chuckles, opening the door for you both. You thank her before getting a table and you guys sit down.

A waiter comes around, and you both order food and drinks. " Thanks, that's all Erik," you say before he nods and walks off to the kitchen to put in the order.

"Do I even want to know how you know him?" Lizzie looks over at you with a grossed-out frown on her face.

"Really? No, I come here all the time to drink instead of punching your dad" you explain. "That actually makes a lot of sense, all the times I couldn't find you, you were here, weren't you?"

"Yep," you smirk.

"Well there goes all that time spent searching the whole school!" she playfully exclaims.

"Aww, I didn't know you missed me so much" you smirk and put your hand on your chest, in front of your heart.

"Shut up" she smiles.

Erik comes back with your guys' drinks before going to clean another table.

"Should you be drinking? I don't want to be the nagging 'mom' friend but you won't be getting drunk right? And then drive us back" she worries, taking into account that you ordered a double bourbon.

"Don't worry, I'm not planning to get drunk, I would need way more than this, and plus I would never think of driving drunk with you behind me. I care about you so much, you should stop second-guessing that" You hold her hand and squeeze it in reassurance.

"Okay, thank you" she softly smiles, letting out a deep breath.

After you guys are done eating, you compel Erik for the bill to be free of charge before leaving the restaurant. "One of the many perks of vampirism" you smirk.

"I can see why my dad thinks you're a bad influence" She links her arm to yours.

"You're just figuring that out now?" You chuckle.

"I have a great idea that you'll love, it involves maybe or maybe not pissing off my dad" Lizzie spots a store across the street.

"Oh, count me in" you smirk.

"Then come with me" She smiles and starts leading you guys toward the art store she spotted.

You guys go inside and she leads you over to the isle that has a massive glitter wall.

"Whatever's on your mind, I like it," you say, picking up a bright pink bottle of holo glitter.

"You know how my father hates a mess in his office, so how does covering it with the peskiest thing to clean up?" She smirks.

"I may just have to kiss you with how amazing this simple but amazing plan is."

You guys get a basket and fill it to the brim with the brightest colorful glitter you guys could find before 'paying' for it all.

Lifting up the seat of your bike, you guys places all the containers of glitter in the compartment. "By the time we get back, jackass will be asleep and we'll get down to business" you tell Lizzie as she loops her arms around your waist, holding on for dear life again.

You drive back to the school and Lizzie does a cloaking spell on it so you guys don't have to go back into the forest tonight. Sneaking through the front door, you guys make your way through the school with the bags of glitter and enter Alaric's office.

Lizzie locks the door before you guys get straight into dumping glitter all over his desk, the ground, the furniture, and basically anything important.

"A job well done!" You exclaim and lizzie high fives you as you guys take in the absolute glittery mess all over the office. You even went in and glittered his 'secret' weapon room.

"You can say that again. Let's get back to your room before anyone hears us. I told Josie I was having a sleepover with you" Lizzie tells you.

"Great idea" you guys go back upstairs and wash any traces of glitter off you before changing into pajamas. Lizzie borrowed some of your clothes, but she doesn't exactly have to ask, you guys go into eachothers closets all the time to borrow clothing.

Lizzie wraps her arm around you, spooning you once you guys get into your bed. Others may find it odd of how close you guys might be, literally, but it's just the kind of best friends that you are.

One things for sure, the next morning there'll definitely be a pissed off and annoyed Alaric Saltzman with glitter most likely all over his hands from trying to clean it up.

Right now, you just enjoy the peace and quiet with your best friend.

[unitedbydevils]

Match Review: Fenerbahçe 1-1 Manchester United

Boring. A point away in Europe isn't a bad thing, but that was another winnable game for United that we didn't win.

This one's gonna be tweet heavy for the good and the bad because ugh, it was such a weird, weird match.

United's issue in the first half was a lack of possession, but the goal was a great bit of play from the lads; Ugarte was very strong off-the-ball and decent on it. He won the ball back, counter attack kicked on through Mazraoui, then in to Zirkzee, teed to Eriksen, bosh. 1-0.

United's problem is the lack of goals, which in turn is affecting confidence and thus killing the feel of form. Zirkzee is very creative and clearly a decent footballer, but he's not the predatory striker we need leading the line and he might not be Premier League quality.

Actually, what Mina says below is quite apt: our playstyle, two cut-in style wing forwards, doesn't really get the best out of Joshua.

United pushed for a second but that lasted about three minutes and then we just let Fenerbahce pile on the pressure. Yet again, Andre Onana pulled out a mega, mega save (2 mega for 2 saves) to keep United in the lead going into the break - and it kinda broke Jose.

The break came and went and WOULDN'T YOU BELIEVE IT we conceded a stupid goal; a cross coming over both Lindelof and Martinez and neither in a position to jump/jostle/intecept. Awesome.

The issue there is a management one; Maguire, De Ligt, Evans, Varane before, even Yoro the kid... all quite tall, all of use aerially. Martinez was the wrong side of the striker and Lindelof was the right side but is like an inch taller than Lissandro. And bad in the air.

In fairness to Erik Ten Hag, he did sub on Hojlund for Zirkzee and Casemiro for Lindelof. Attack minded, showing good intent. The problem is that he then took off Rashford a little later for Antony.

Antony is dogshit

Garnacho was playing bad but Marcus comes off...

Amad???

Antony then lasted around five minutes before getting crocked and stretchered off. More news on his condition tomorrow. Here's hoping it's a long absence...

In the meantime, United finished out a drab ending to a game with a lot of promise - one that could have been great for our confidence. Beating a Mourinho side is never easy, but this wasn't a vintage Jose team. Not yet, at least.

Props go to Andre Onana, who is in great form, but also to Ugarte, De Ligt and Martinez, who had solid games. Most of the remaining players were so so, but Garnacho and Dalot were poor.

Performances can be an issue, but regardless, ETH's tenure continues to be on a knife edge. I like the guy, and I think we're seeing better defending and pressing now he's got majority his own squad, but his approach leaves a lot to be desired in terms of turning pressure or possession into goals. Maybe with the Harry Kane he wanted it's different, but he hasn't got him so you adapt. There were other fox-in-the-box type strikers available instead of bagging Zirkzee if you wanted that.

United feel toothless and vulnerable, and it's no surprise the players are reflecting that. Maybe a LB actually at LB will help unlock the LW and thus the RW. Maybe they'll put more crosses in and aid the strikers. Maybe it won't matter and we're just a bit shit.

See you for more of the same vs West Ham on Sunday.

[erikwxldrxn-blog]

     Working at the Cloud 9 bar tonight, it was about that time Erik did his rounds. Checking the tables around the bar area for empty glasses and giving the tables a good wipe down for anyone else that might wander up here for a drink.       At his last table before making his way back to the other side of the bar, Erik couldn’t help but notice someone sitting alone. Usually, he looked for any excuse to strike up conversations with members, staff and anyone that walked through The Votive’s doors, really. This time was no exception.       “ Sitting alone at The Votive with no drink in hand? ” Erik started as he approached their table. “ Tsk, tsk. Unheard of. ” He teased with a playful grin, “ waiting on some company, I assume? ”

[kaleidoscope-vol2]

Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness...(spoilers below)

What a mess. What a waste of time. This movie solidified me being done with Marvel. I was already over it with Infinity War and Endgame and their decision to split the story in two for a cash grab. That's all the MCU is now.

Let's just get this out of the way. What happens in Loki has absolutely nothing to do with this movie. It's not even mentioned. They bring up Spider-Man but not the last episode of Loki where it was supposedly such a disastrous thing Sylvie killing He Who Remains because it's going to open up all the multiverses. You would think that would have an influence on the movie called Multiverse of Madness but nope. Just ruined the Loki character for shits and giggles. There was no reason we couldn't have had the time traveling show we were promised from the beginning.

This movie was a mess as I knew it would be but overall I was bored. There really isn't a plot. Michael Waldron thinks having a character ask "are you happy?" every couple of scenes means the movie has a theme and it doesn't. He cannot write. The dialogue is horrendous. Just quips and not even funny Joss Whedon quips (I know he's problematic, you don't have to remind me.) And since the movie is centered around a child, Doctor Strange uses language like "kid", "crap", and "sup". Michael Waldron used the same type of juvenile language all throughout Loki. I can only assume he's a 14-year-old trapped in the body of an adult. And what else did Michael Waldron give us? More shallow female characters.

America Chavez does nothing but scream and say she doesn't know how to use her powers. But she manages to activate her powers just in the nick of time, every single time. And this child we know nothing about is the one to take down The Scarlet Witch. All she had to do was hold the door open so the kids can see mommie dearest. Just another little Mary Sue like Sylvie. Children on the run who are perfect at everything.

I found Wanda to be underwhelming. There didn't seem to be the depth there that was in Wandavision. I also think that she was more menacing in the show than in this movie. I didn't feel the rage and heartbreak from her in this that was in the show. I don't know maybe it would have felt more menacing if the trailers hadn't shown every single thing that was in the movie. Nothing was a surprise. They showed her glowing eyes chasing them down a hall. They showed her destroying that building with the Illuminati. They showed her fighting Wong. They showed her talking to herself. And the same goes with everything else in this movie. It was all in the trailers. They couldn't even keep the cameos a secret. They had to put that in the trailers and on the posters. Not that they mattered anyway, all were killed in an instant having done nothing. There's no stakes in this movie.

The musical:

And lastly, having Charles Xavier call anyone other than Erik Lensherr "friend":

[goddessofthundathighs]

Happy early birthday to my twin @panthergoddessbast! Always remember that I love you immensely! 😘

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VI. THREE-HEADED MONSTER

The sexual tension on the ride back to O'Shea's house was so thick it could be cut with a knife. Erik could feel the way her eyes bore into the side of his face, her stare unrelenting. She wanted more, but he still didn't think she deserved it. She was gonna have to work for the dick, no matter how many times her hand brushed against his hardening third leg.

"What are you doing, Ms. Powell?" he asked, his eyes never leaving the road.

"I was a good girl at dinner. I think I deserve a treat."

"You got one in the bathroom, don't be greedy Princess." This made Shea pout, but she was determined to make him break.

"Please Daddy?" she tried again, sliding her perfectly manicured coffin nail up his thigh.

"O'Shea, I said no," he scolded firmly causing her to recoil slightly.

"No?" she inquired, her eyebrow raised in confusion. Being the spoiled Daddy's girl she was, no wasn't a word she was used to hearing. Erik noticed her change in demeanor and decided to exploit the situation.

"Yes, I said no, Bianca. Any other questions?" She huffed loudly, turning her body back to face the windshield.

"First of all, I'm an adult and you will address me as such. You're going to give in eventually. That tent in ya pants will need to be handled somehow."

"I have Skylar for that," he added just to antagonize her further.

"Nice try, but Skylar is a lesbian."

"Skylar is just like you, she doesn't give a fuck who eats her pussy, I'm just the only man she lets do it," he replied with a shit-eating grin. O'Shea remained silent the rest of the ride to her place, not even bothering to give him a look back as she walked up to her door and into the house. He couldn't exactly explain why, but he loved getting her riled up the way he had. He loved seeing the fire in her eyes when she was angry at him. It made his dick even harder and the dormant beast within him began to come to life.

Let me have a taste, the beast growled.

"Soon, big fella. Soon," he told himself. Little did O'Shea know he had his own Bennie, and Killmonger was an expert brat tamer.

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"Why in the fuck would you tell her that? She should've punched your ass," Skylar fussed from her seat behind Erik's desk. She was on the computer, her long nails tittering away on the keyboard as she worked on an informative pamphlet for her own clients.

"The three major components of the cognitive-behavioral approach are: (a) replacement of sexual anxiety with sexual comfort; (b) adopting positive sexual attitudes and learning sexual skills; and (c) a program of individually designed sexual exercises to be done between therapy sessions. The goal of this therapy is to develop a comfortable, functional, and satisfying sexual style... How does that sound," she asked aloud.

"Like you copied and pasted it from a generic article but it serves its purpose and describes what we do. I might just change the name of the practice to mine and steal your pamphlets."

"I don't think so," Skylar mumbled printing multiple pamphlets before ejecting her drive.

"You couldn't do that in your office?" Erik teased watching her lips purse in indignation.

"I could've but I was already here," she replied, taking a sip from her caramel macchiato. "So how are things going with you and Shea?"

"Oh the usual, however, I think we're making progress with her attitude. She's starting to learn that acting out and misbehaving gets her nothing but blue balls."

"I don't think women can get blue balls, but go off I guess."

"Shut up you know what I meant, nigga," he replied, blowing the wrapper of his straw in her direction. The pair shared a laugh before Erik grabbed his leather notebook from the desk drawer.

"I need help coming up with the next method I want to try with her. She's the ideal candidate for experimental therapies. We can really take this thing as far as it goes with her. Hypnotherapy was successful, I've taken thorough notes on that session after watching the footage a few times. And the toy. The toy did exactly what it was designed to do. However, it's not just toys and hypnotism. I've found that engaging her in non-sexual ways are just as effective to bring out her little personalities.

"Oh, so you met them already." Sky leaned forward interested in where the conversation was headed.

"I've tapped into her Little behavior and experimented with some of her kinks. Buttercup is the Little and she appears whenever she feels that I'm upset with her. There are layers to that psychologically that I'd like to examine."

"Hmm," Skylar nodded intrigued.

"Bianca is the brat you and I are used to."

"Too used to it." Skylar's eyes roll.

"She's obviously triggered by the word 'No' and tends to act out when she doesn't get her way. She's also fairly easy to contain... Bennie-"

"You don't need to tell me about Bennie, I work in a sex shop. Bennie comes to work every day."

"I'm kinda stuck now... I have all of this leeway yet I can't decide which method to use next. When I look at her I see endless possibilities. Since you know her, what do you suggest?"

"How about you do some type of exercise in which you bring all of her little personalities to the surface? Get her high."

"Seriously? That's it?"

"Yeah. You'd be amazed at what you'll learn from her when she's under the influence." Erik rubbed his chin as he pondered the thought.

"But you know how I get when I'm high, Sky," he said, sending a sly grin her way.

"Boy get your slick ass away from me. Save the bedroom eyes for O'Shea, thanks."

"On some serious shit though, how do I go about asking her to the crib? That violates all types of rules and crosses all types of barriers."

"Well technically it doesn't because it's possible to file it under intensive in-home services," she chuckled.

"Sky..."

"Okay, seriously working with the client in their home is not out of the ordinary. Don't make this weird."

"Aight, so you think we should do this at her crib since I've already been there before?"

"Yes. Her home is easier to justify on paper since it's familiar territory and she'll be more relaxed in her own space versus yours."

"Yo smart ass! That's why I keep you around," he said kissing her forehead repeatedly.

"I thought it was because I rolled the best weed but both compliments will do."

"You know I love you girl. That reminds me, you still got that dispensary connect in LA?"

"Maybe, why? You tryna get some specialty shit?"

"Yes, ma'am. Something that will ease her mind and body and allow her to open up to me."

"I know just the thing. It's called Green Goddess."

"Ooh, sounds exotic. I need two ounces."

"$2500."

"You know my account info. Get it for me and bring it by. Oooh, bring some In & Out too. And Cold Stones."

"Nigga is O'Shea the female in this situation or you?"

"Hush woman and do what I say," he said with a sharp smack to her ass.

"Yes Daddy," she teased in a soft, Princess-like voice.

"Aye chill out, it's been a minute." Skylar's soft giggle rang throughout the hallway as she walked towards the entrance. He thought for a minute before typing a quick text to O'Shea.

Busy tonight?

Nah why?

Netflix and chill at your crib? I'll bring the bud and food.

You had me at bud. See you at 7.

"Spoiled ass," he chuckled as he put his phone away.

The rest of the work day went by smoothly and soon it was time to head to his patient's house. As usual, Skylar came through with the bud he requested and both his and Shea's favorite meals from In & Out and ice cream from Cold Stones.

"At this point, you owe me your life," Sky fussed from her desk. "Traffic was hell. There was an accident, a four-car pileup." She was working late due to Erik and his needy ways so she opted to facetime him as he made his way to O'Shea's house to make her frustrations known.

"I knew it would be something that's why I knew I wouldn't have the time or patience. But you know I always got you, ma. If all else fails, I'm marrying you."

"Choke on rocks," she pouted. "Always using me for the shit you don't wanna do. I'm getting a new best friend, one that respects how great I am and loves me for me."

"If it's a dude, I'ma kill him. Killmonger don't share."

"I ain't Killmonger's bitch," she countered. "And murder is very much so illegal. This ain't the Navy." He smiled, revealing his bottom row of gold. He cleared his throat before dropping his voice several octaves.

"You sure about that, ma?"

"Oh no, put the demon away."

"Nah, you said you were replacing us. You sure you wanna do that?"

"Unlike O'Shea, I can do what I want, but no sweetheart, I'd never replace you."

"Pinky promise and swear on Crip."

"On Crip, I'd never replace you and you know we don't lie on the hood."

"Aight we good. I'll call you later to let you know how things go." The pair shared their goodbyes and Erik exited his vehicle.

"You're early," O'Shea noted as she stepped back to let him in. The clock on the microwave read 5:30.

"Work was light and I figured I'd just go ahead and come over. Problem?"

"No. Is that Cold Stones?" She asked wide-eyed.

"Yes it is and no you can't have it."

"B-But why?" she pouted.

"Later, Bianca."

"How many times must I remind you that I am an adult?"

"Barely," he regarded with a smirk as he made his way to her kitchen. She followed him the whole way, pouting all the while as he pulled everything out of the bags.

"Fix ya face or you won't get any at all."

"That's not fair!" she pouted harder, folding her arms over her chest.

"Life isn't fair, Lil' Mama."

"This is some bullshit," she fussed as she walked to the couch.

"Bet. I'll keep this sweet cream and oreo shit to myself," he teased, noticing how her mouth dropped in shock. Erik's grin only widened as he walked over to the couch with their food and drinks.

"So what we watching, Bianca Boo?" he asked, reaching for the remote.

"First of all, my name is O'Shea."

"You're acting like a brat so your name is Bianca, now answer my question."

"Can we watch Hercules?"

"Fuckin' child," he mumbled as he pressed play on the movie. The couple ate, sang, and smoked as they breezed through their little Disney movie marathon. From Hercules to Mulan to The Emperor's New Groove they relived their childhoods while the Green Goddess indica worked its magic to mellow them both out and allow them to talk and bond on a more personal level. Several hours into the Disney and chill session, O'Shea figured she'd try her luck again. She noted how much more mellow Erik was when he was under the influence, using this opportunity to fully appreciate how good he looked dressed down. The charcoal gray turtleneck clung to his muscles effortlessly, barely covering the Patek Phillipe watch on his left wrist. His black slacks fit him well, as though they were tailor-made just for him. Her eyes remained glued to the bulge in his pants as he sat with his legs spread wide on the couch. O'Shea fought hard to keep herself from staring, but of course, Erik noticed. He had been watching her watch him for the last 20 minutes and the beast within him noticed too.

"You gone suck or just stare at it?" Killmonger growled, startling O'Shea from her shameless eyefucking. The deep timbre of his voice had her quaking and before he could change his mind, she dropped down to her knees in front of him, seizing her moment to strike him down to a base level of weakness. Surely he could not withstand her oral talent no matter what contenders he'd faced before. Skylar was a master of oral sex when it came to women, but O'Shea was the oracle when it came to men. She looked up at him innocently as she took him into her mouth, lightly teasing his tip with gentle licks before finally taking as much of him as she could down her throat. Though she was cursed with a gag reflex, she was still a master at her craft and the way he was moaning above her proved that she hadn't lost her touch. His stout, thick fingers found their way into her curly mane, lightly gripping her tresses to help guide her head up and down his shaft.

"Just like that, Shea. Grip that shit, stroke what you can't fit in that wet ass mouth," he encouraged. O'Shea moaned around his shaft, using his praises as encouragement to show out on the dick. She wasn't sure when she'd get him this loose again and wanted to make sure this experience was memorable. Just as she was finding her groove, he made the most awful sound above her.

"Ah, shit! What the fuck?!"

"Wait, stop moving!"

"That shit hurt, what the fuck did you just do to me?" In all of the 5 years that O'Shea had had her braces, never once had they gotten caught on anyone. Leave it to Erik Stevens to be the unlucky contender.

"I-I'm sorry, that's never happened before," she said fighting back her laughter. He was being more dramatic than the situation really called for.

"Oh, that shit's funny to you? I'm fucking bleeding."

"You're not, but ok," she said standing from her position on the floor.

"Man move," he fussed, rushing to the bathroom to assess the damages.

20 minutes. 20 whole minutes was how long he left her to her own psyche while he calmed down. He knew she didn't mean to do it, but the fact that she laughed is what really pissed him off. Once he composed himself, he walked out to see her back on the couch with her head down towards the floor. He didn't speak to her, only went to the kitchen to throw away the trash and grab his keys.

"So are you going to leave and not speak to me? I told you it was an accident."

"I know, Buttercup and I'm not upset. I just think it's a good idea to end this session where it is. I'll have Harper contact you about your next appointment. Have a good night." With that and a kiss to the back of her hand, he walked outside and back to his car, leaving O'Shea a confused, sad mess. She didn't do well with people being mad at her, especially at this point in her life when her little personalities were fully functioning entities. The buzz of her phone brought her out of her psyche.

"Daddy's sorry for the way he left you, Buttercup. I meant what I said about not being angry at what happened, but what really pissed me off is the fact that you thought it was funny."

"But you laugh at my pain all the time," she replied meekly, curling up into a ball on the couch.

"I don't laugh at your pain, I laugh at the fact that you think you run shit. How about this, let's meet somewhere and talk about it."

"Where?"

"Cold Stones."

"But I have ice cream in the freezer."

"Since when have you turned down more?"

"Touché. Give me 10 minutes." She quickly dressed, happy that he wasn't upset and that he still wanted to continue their therapy and build their potential relationship. Though he was indeed her therapist, she felt comfortable with him. More comfortable than she had felt with anyone in a long time and if she were being honest, it scared her. She hated how vulnerable she was around him having been so guarded for most of her life, yet she liked that she could be her true self without fear of judgment and ridicule for her behavior. The benefits of having him as her therapist outweighed her fears. He got her on a level that no one else had before, not even Sky.

Excitedly, she met him in the air-conditioned shop finding him with ice cream in hand. On her approach, he rested his palm atop her head as if to say welcome.

"So now I'm a dog?"

"Nah, you just small. Have a seat, baby girl." She sat down beside him and began eating the cold sugary concoction of sweet cream, chocolately brownie chunks, crumbled graham crackers and walnuts all drizzled with thick caramel. She bounced happily in her seat as the divine mixture set her tastebuds ablaze. This was one of her all-time favorite combinations and she was glad he'd remembered it to the smallest detail. He smiled as he watched her smiling and bouncing in her element, happy that she was happy. She was eating so fast that she dripped ice cream onto her chin and brand new royal purple Disney spirit jersey. She pouted, but he merely grabbed a napkin and cleaned her mess.

"Why the long face, Buttercup? I thought a messy little girl was a happy little girl."

"Sky just bought this for me, though. I didn't want to get it dirty. There's even a stain on Mickey." She turned her body slightly to show him the smudged caramel on the sparkly D emblem.

"Well that won't do, will it? You're welcome to take it off. You wouldn't want to spill again."

"But I'm not wearing another shirt," she pouted further.

"Less material to worry about. You should enjoy your ice cream freely. Do remove the shirt, Buttercup.. for your own good." She nodded, slowly lifting the sweatshirt over her head and laying it on the table. He grabbed and folded it neatly before placing it on the booth beside him. Now free from the constraints of the jersey, she tore into her ice cream like a woman starved.

"Doesn't that feel better? Your sweater is now safe from any harm and Daddy will worry about having it cleaned. That's not something a little girl should concern herself with."

"Yes Daddy, thank you," she said with a wide grin. It had been so long since she had been allowed to freely be in her little space, especially to this degree and it was nice to put the stresses and worries of adulting to the side, even if it were just for a little while.

"Um... I'm sorry sir, but um.. shirts are required in this establishment... Sorry..," the gangly scooper spoke nervously, obviously intimidated by his stature though he was not in his imposing state. The anxiety in the guy's eyes rubbed him the wrong way. Another negative profile. If that was the case while he wore a sweater and a name brand watch, he thought, the man deserved to feel fearful.

"Several pale skinned patrons are wearing sports bras and cropped bandeau tops, similar to my date's. Are you going to say the same to them?" Erik asked with a raised eyebrow watching the guy stammer in distress.

"I- It's just- Nevermind," the scooper stumbled, making his way back behind the counter. He started to pick up a phone, but when Erik made eye contact and mouthed a message, he put the phone back down.

"What did you say just now," O'Shea inquired, looking from the counter back to Erik's peaceful expression. The behavior of the scooper didn't match his face.

"Nothing you need to worry your pretty little head about, Buttercup. Take your time. Finish your ice cream and we'll be on our way." O'Shea shrugged but continued to bounce happily as she ate her ice cream, even going as far as to ask Erik for another bowl for later. Because of the way he behaved earlier, he obliged.

"Whadya know, Buttercup! We got this one free."

"Yay!" she squealed, happily thanking the fearful scooper who nodded without eye contact.

"I-It was no trouble, really," he stuttered, eyes never leaving Erik's menacing scowl. As the couple turned to leave, Erik bucked at the young scooper, laughing loudly at the way he flinched, dropping a tower of ice cream all over himself.

"Damn, nigga. You need to lift weights or something," he smirked opening the glass door for O'Shea.

"Where do you wanna go now, Buttercup?" he asked as he brushed a rogue curl behind her ear.

"I wish it wasn't so late. I really wanna go to Disneyland." Erik checked his watch and noted that the park would indeed be closing soon.

"We can't get into the park, but Downtown Disney is still open."

"Ooh can we go to Salt & Straw?" she asked, bouncing on her toes.

"Buttercup you just had ice cream and got a free one to go. Not to mention you still have ice cream in the freezer from earlier."

"Yeah, but none of those were honey lavender with whipped cream and a waffle cone," she pouted.

'You're right, but considering the fact that I'm a doctor who also cares about your physical health, the answer is still no. You are sweet enough." She was upset but didn't protest further for fear that he'd just decide to take her back to her house. No matter how upset she was, Disney fixed everything. As the pair roamed the district, O'Shea's eyes grew wide watching Erik walk into to the Pandora shop. She'd been wanting new charms for her princess-themed bracelet forever, but never had the time or the extra funds to splurge on herself the way she wanted.

"How about I make my Buttercup something special?" he beamed down at her, rubbing circles into the small of her back.

"Oooh, what is it?" she asked happily.

"It's a surprise, but why don't you go get us two of those honey lavender cones and it'll be done by the time you get back."

"Ok!" she squealed happily, taking his card and running out of the store before he changed his mind again. It took her all of 10 minutes to go and come back with her half-eaten cone and his full one. Her grin was wide as she regarded Erik standing in front of the counter with both hands behind his back. His shit-eating grin was back like he knew he was that nigga. And at this moment, he was.

"Whatcha got back there, Daddy?"

"Just a little something for my second favorite princess," he replied stepping closer to her. "Close your eyes and hold out your left wrist." She quickly complied and her beaming grin grew even wider as she felt the cold metal against her skin.

"Alright, open." He watched smugly as her eyes opened and widened. Her heart was so full she thought it would burst. She hadn't even realized that he had slipped her princess bracelet off her wrist until she saw it in its complete form.

"You finished my bracelet?"

"Yes ma'am, chronologically just the way you had it and I started your villain one." Her fingers toyed delicately with the Tinkerbell and poisoned apple charms on the princess bracelet before moving to Maleficent and the Evil Queen charms on the villain bracelet. Then her eyes met his. She wanted to cry.

"Thank you so much, Daddy."

"Anything for my Buttercup. I even left off Anna and Elsa because I know those are the ones you like the least." Again, he'd remembered something seemingly frivolous solely because he knew it was important to her. She felt her little heart swell two sizes.

"You're the best, really." She rewarded him with a sweet kiss on the lips, which he deepened when he grabbed her chin and added a little tongue. Just enough to leave her wanting.

"Come on, pretty girl. Let's get you home, we both have work in the morning."

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[flameontheotherside]

Thinking Of Escorting...🤔

I guess somethings like past life elements never really change. Lol 😂 Seriously I always thought I could be an escort. Not a prostitute. They are not the same thing. In my past lives I've been some type of prostitute or escort in some way. My bf even told me that with my last 3 ex bfs, I was technically exchanging my body and "love" for a roof over my head. Which was true. From 2010 to 2019 I never really loved them. They gave me a place to stay and I'd put up with them. In 2019 I finally became homeless for a year and I honestly don't regret that experience!

My pattern was find someone preferably attractive with a home, move in, deal with them until I couldn't anymore, find someone else, rinse and repeat. Even had been raped, called spousal rape. Shocking. In all seriousness I feel like I can work through an agency with my protection and well-being in mind vs doing so independently which is very dangerous. I rather work through a company and pay 30% commission per outing or whatever.

Obviously I'm not in that "life" anymore. There were times with my ex's I thought I could settle but deep down knew it just wasn't possible. Rick is completely different than my ex's and I appreciate everything he does and who he is. I want to have a family with him. I make enough money that I could just live on my own which sounds nice but I really want to give this relationship a real try!

I hate the thought of Rick and I splitting and even more if he dies before me! He's so much like Erik. They could be brothers! I honestly didn't realize that until I moved in with him. I'd go off the deep end for sure. The thought of it makes me sick but I need to have a plan. I hate not having a plan.

Why would I do this?

It's weird and hard to explain. Is it something I would do right now? Fuck no. I'm exploring my options. In the case Rick and I split in one way or another, I don't see myself in a serious relationship again after Rick. I will have had tried to live a normal life, obviously that didn't work. Escorting would be like getting paid to date some rando guy who is lonely or needs someone to attend things with. My love would all go to my TF in spirit.

I didn't realize how it was easy to feign interest in someone. Until now. I do it all the time when we go out to bars. Some bored or lonely guy will start chatting it up with me and to be nice, I pretend to be interested, say nice things, and then I get hit with a free shots or beers. If I needed to save money, yeah I do that on purpose. Most of the time I hardly notice until I have a new drink in my hand. Do I feel bad? Not really. Men do this shit too in one way or another like get a chick drunk, fuck them, promise to call and poof.

Assuming I'll be older...

I'll have to get in shape and all that fun stuff. Always looking younger than my age, I'm confident my age isn't going to be a problem. In fact, I wouldn't tell them my age, share my social network pages, or bother with any of that stuff. 🤭🤣 Most people think I'm 5 to 10 years younger! I'm a bad liar but for money, I can make an attempt to make it work. Somehow. I think.

😘💕 Ta-tah!