#god i've always dressed like a weirdo

[beatrixstonehill2]

"God guys, I'm not sure how much longer I can do this..... although it is fun while it lasts. As you know, I work at a pretty big chain of gyms/fitness centers that got bought out by a new company last year. The new focus of the company is no longer on fit people who're serious about the gym, catering to others like us. Now it's all about getting the incels and dumpy guys out of the house and getting them fit. Only a few men are on staff, known as 'Senior Alphas' and they basically just exist to encourage dudes and build them up even if they're doing stuff all wrong and barely able to walk on a treadmill on the lowest setting for five minutes.

Most of the workers are now girls. Can you guess where this is headed? Our boss is making us take hella fertility drugs and boob growth pills. I've gone from a lead fitness coordinator to a glorified fluffer and cum dump. All of us have to walk around the gym like maids, offering drinks, and our bodies. They removed tons of equipment to bring in literal beds and lounging areas for us girls to tit fuck and suck the guys off. It's a gym, and two thirds of it is a lounge with beanbag chairs, hammocks, and queen-sized beds. Some men come in, sit down and just start jerking off to porn on their phones.

We're not allowed to say no to anything, no matter how demeaning. If the guys want to face fuck us till we puke? We have to. If they want to grab and slap and pull our breasts? We have to smile and thank them. We can even be put on harnesses, flipped upside down and have our breasts used as punching bags. Thank god most of the guys are so weak it barely hurts but my boobs are still bruised to hell most days, which just makes these degenerate weirdos even hornier. We have to encourage them to fuck us and refer to it as the best full-body work out we offer. .... Most guys last less than thirty seconds and hardly move.

We're not allowed to take birth control. The company is all about 'traditional values' so we walk around in sundress or skirts and tank tops. Our asses are always hanging out, our skirts/dresses can't reach more than an inch below our pubic area. Our shifts are basically just getting gang raped by fat sweaty nerds whose only impressions of women come from porn and hentai. We have to get pregnant. I just gave birth two months ago to quintuplets in front of the whole crowded gym. It was so humiliating. My breasts are gigantic and leak milk constantly. I'm two months pregnant again already and can hardly stomach the thought that my tits will be twice this size by the time I give birth again. I'm basically a glorified walking womb with a huge set of tits that are too big to nurse actual babies; I'd just suffocate them. My breasts literally only exist for male pleasure, to be grabbed and fucked and beaten up to make guys' cocks hard.

I'm thinking about quitting but I think I might've signed a waver that said if I leave or get terminated I subject myself to be sold to a government-run hucow farm. So it'd be much of the same. Not like I can do much else. Might as well stay here and service all these poor horny nerds instead of becoming cattle and getting fucked by rich people and politicians. They'd probably just sell me to some drug lord in Columbia like my friend, Sarah, after her company got bought out a couple years ago. Oh well, I have no choice but to put up with it and grow out these breasts until I can't even walk, which seems like it'll definitely be sooner, rather than later.....

[tpwk-formula1]

Hiiii

Can I do a thin crust pizza with alfredo sauce, and for toppings: shrimp, ricotta and fontina. And cranberry juice for the drink with dessert pls for kimi antonelli

I love your stuff <3

Lee-Lee's Pizzeria Menu

thin crust brothers best friend alfredo sweet sex shrimp "I'll be gentle" ricotta "I love your voice but it's always my favorite when you're moaning my name" fontina "wipe that fucking smirk off your face" cranberry juice caught in the act dessert yes served by Kimi Antonelli

Kimi x Bearman! Reader

TW - Caught by Ollie, unprotected sex, cumming on body

WC 650+

Y/N POV

"Kimi, we cannot do this right now," I gasp as Kimi starts trailing small kisses down my neck.

"Why the hell not," Kimi groans against my neck sending goosbumps all over my skin.

"We're fucking sharing a room with your best friend, who is my fucking brother," I gasp when he bites down into my sweet spot leaving a faint hickey behind.

"We can be quick," Kimi groans while grinding into my covered pussy to show me how much he needed it.

"Kimi, not too rough though. Still sore from last night," I admit softly making Kimi look at me with a cocky smirk before leaning down and placing a soft kiss on my lips.

"I'll be gentle, I promise," Kimi tells me softly while pulling off my shorts and panties in one go before leaning down and licking a strip from my soaked hole to my throbbing clit before sitting back up and pulling his briefs down just enough to pull his hard cock out and start teasing my folds with the tip of his cock.

"Fuck Kimi," I moan softly when I feel Kimi entering into my sore pussy stretching me out perfectly.

"God, sound so pretty," Kimi moans when he starts slowly thrusting into my tight core. We knew we didn't have much time so with that in mind Kimi kept his thrusts gentle but sped up his actions making me cry out from the pleasure.

"Oh Kimi," I moan again when I feel Kimi bring his hand down to my clit.

"God, I have always loved your voice but it's always my favorite when you're moaning my name," Kimi grunts speeding his actions up and allowing me to start building towards an orgasm.

"Fuck Kimi," I moan when I can feel myself reach the point of no return and I start cumming all over his cock, with Kimi not too far behind me pulling out and cumming all over my lower tummy with a grunt.

"OH MY FUCKING GOD!" I heard be shout from behind Kimi making me trail my eyes from where Kimi was still cumming on my stomach to find my twin brother standing at the door with his eyes closed and mouth dropped in pure shock.

"Oliver get out!" I shout snapping him out of his shock leaving right back out the door.

"Oh my god, that was terrible," Kimi groans leaning down to bury his face in my neck not caring if he gets his own cum on the shirt he was still wearing.

"How much do you think he saw?" Kimi asked still in hiding.

"Um, probably more than you would've liked," I reply back.

"Fuck, no way he just wanted in on me cumming all over his sister," Kimi groans rolling off of me and out of bed where he pulled his boxers back into place before taking his now dirty shirt off and cleaning the rest of his cum off of me before throwing it near his suitcase.

"It's fine, I've walked in on him going to town on girls a few times," I tell Kimi trying to ease his embarrassment clearly more traumatized than me.

"That truly doesn't help, amore," Kimi tells me softly while pulling me out of bed and helping me get dressed again.

"He's probably waiting at the door. Please hide that fucking shirt," I saw while pointing to the cum soaked shirt sitting on the floor while making my way over to the door. I watch as Kimi grabs it and throws it in the dirty hamper bag he always travels with before I open the door to find my brother pacing the hallway.

"Get in here you fucking weirdo," I snap at him making his head shoot up before sending me a disgusted look.

"Don't give me that! I've caught you fall more times than I should've," I tell him letting him come into the room.

"Never let me see something like that again," Ollie tells us as he goes into the bathroom to shower after the intense FP he had just completed with Haas.

[delusional-dinosaurr]

Not So Sneaky (Lia Walti x Reader)

“Vic please just pass the fucking ball” You whine at your best friend, Victoria Pelova. She chuckles in response and passes it back with a bit of flair. 

“Show off, keep it for the matches, yeah?” You smirk as she elbows you during some 1v1 practice.

“Foul! Ref!” You say rolling around on the floor pretending to be injured, quickly followed by Victoria attacking your ribs, causing you to burst out laughing.

“Alright love birds, we’ve got an important match to prepare for!” Katie helps you up from the ground after your assault from your best friend. Jonas gets you all to rotate partners and eventually you’re paired up with Lia Wälti, who you’ve been quietly crushing on since you signed for the team at the same time as Victoria during the January transfer window, both coming from Ajax. 

“Promise I won’t nutmeg you this time” You joke with Lia as you do your regular training activities. “You better not, I saw what you pulled on Katie earlier” Lia jokes in response, referencing how you nutmegged the co-captain as she was attempting to tackle you earlier on, causing her to be at the end of a lot of jokes so far today.

“Ah, who am I kidding, I can’t resist it, can I?” You wink, going to nutmeg her during your 1v1, with her expertly managing to stop it and successfully nutmegging you in the process. You fake collapsing in shock at how you’d finally been nutmegged by a teammate.

“You…you traitor!” You reach your arm out to Lia as you crawl towards her, as if you are so injured from the ‘embarrassment’ from being nutmegged.

“God you’re so dramatic” She rolls her eyes as she helps you up, instantly you feel the warmth in your body at the contact between the both of you being much closer than you have been before, your chests basically touching. You both stop and are lost looking into each other's eyes for a few moments, until Vic’s cough to your side breaks you out of your trance.

“Was I interrupting something?” Vic raises an eyebrow in your direction suspiciously.

“Nope, I was just helping Y/N up after I finally nutme-” “WOAH! What Lia was saying is that I fell over and she helped me up” You cut in, Lia looks at you even more suspicious than Vic was.

“Okay….weirdo. Y/N are we still going out tonight?” Vic asks you.

“Of course we are, you know I wouldn’t miss out on our Wednesday night date night!” You wiggle your eyebrows suggestively. 

“I’m gonna go get changed, I’ll catch you guys later” Lia rushes off.

“What’s her problem?” Katie walks over and asks, seeing Lia jogging off the pitch.

“No idea, we were just talking about mine and Vics wednesday night date night tonight?” You shrug.

“Y/N you idiot, you’ve been flirting with her and then making you and Vic sound like you’re together?” Katie smacks the back of your head. 

“Wait what? I don’t get it?” You look at her confused.

“Sorry mate, you need to work this out for yourself, not me” Katie jogs off going after Lia.

“It's okay, we're fine, we're fine.��� You sigh. 

“Y/N/N maybe it's time you start dropping more hints for her. We can ditch our date night and you can always ask her out instead?” Vic suggests, you tilt your head in confusion. 

“But what about our date nights?” You ask. 

“Y/N get a grip, we can still hang out but you need to make a move” Vic says sternly. You nod and jog to the changing rooms a few minutes later to find Katie walking out giving you a supportive thumbs up. You walk in to see Lia half dressed and just pulling her shirt over her head, you manage to catch a glance at her toned stomach before panicking and turning away. 

“Oh god sorry I didn't mean to walk in on you like this” You panic, visibly flush and flustered. Lia chuckles in response and sits down on the bench, she motions for you to sit in front of her. 

“Okay right, I'm nervous as hell but I just have to get it all out. Lia I, I like you, like a lot. I don't know how it started but I've just been kinda admiring you from afar, no wait that sounded creepy. Okay maybe I did but I just, I'm not good with feelings but… I know I really do have feelings for you” You mumble really quickly, nerves getting the better of you. 

“But… What about Pelova? You seem to be very close” Lia asks with a somewhat sad expression on her face.

“Oh we aren't together, she's not my type anyway” You laugh. 

“Then.. What is your type?” Lia asks suggestively. 

You gulp, feeling a sudden rush of confidence flowing through you. 

“I'd say my type is brown hair… Likes football, plays for Arsenal, is Swiss, wears number 13–” You get stopped by the midfielders lips crashing into yours. It feels as if your body could go completely limp with how breathtaking her kiss feels, finally after all this time pining. After a few minutes you eventually break away. 

“Wow that was…” You say, again with the same flustered face as before. 

“Are you free tonight?” She asks. 

“Yep! Vic made me cancel our date night so I'd finally ask you out” You chuckle earning a glare and a shove in return. 

____

The next morning you wake up with a weight on your chest, Lia’s head resting on it with her hair all over her face. You gently brush her hair out of her face which slowly wakes her up.

“Good morning” You smirk.

“Good morning, I’m sorry if that was a bit much last night” Lia blushes trying to hide her face in her bed covers.

“Lia we literally had a make out session and pizza, it’s not like we had sex on the first date or anything…that’s the third date” You wink, obviously joking.

“God you’re so annoying” She rolls her eyes as she starts getting out of bed, you can’t help but admire her as she stretches, again you find your eyes roaming her body subconsciously until she breaks your focus by moving closer to you.

“You sure you want to wait until the third date?” She says positioning herself on your lap, in her shorts and sports bra.

“Uh…I…Um” You feel your face heating up as the midfielder smirks at you.

“I’m kidding…unless?” She winks, pressing her lips to yours and gently pinning you to the bed. 

____

It's been around six months since you and Lia finally made your relationship official, and yet it was still only you two and your families that knew about the relationship. You both decided to keep it quiet for a while as you didn't want people to know, so that you had time to figure stuff out and make sure you didn't let it have any effect on your games, as well as just having some privacy. 

Luckily all it had done was make you play better and be in a better mood, no one was suspicious until recently, you had a feeling people were noticing the longing looks you gave each other and the way you'd blush more at team events. You knew you needed to tell someone so today was going to be that day. You were driving Vic to training and she spotted something that you clearly didn't hide as well as you thought. 

“Uh… Y/N..? What is that on your neck?” She says poking your very visible hickey on your neck. You instantly blush, having vivid memories of the previous night, hearing the Swiss girl uttering your name all night.

“What are you talking about?” You panic, covering where she is pointing with your hand.

“The hickey Y/N I’m not stupid” She rolls her eyes “No wonder you’ve been less stressed, Y/N/N has been getting laaaaaid” Vic sings.

“Shut up” You groan.

“You gonna tell me who did it, so I can cover this up for you?” She tilts her head at you, motioning with the emergency makeup bag you keep in your car for you and your friends.

“I need you to promise you won't tell anyone” She nods as you pull into the car park, your phone pinging with a message from Lia, which unfortunately is connected to your car.

“One new message from Lia: I got the stuff for dinner tonight! I love you, see you at training x”

“Nevermind you didn’t need to say anything” Vic smirks, giving you a knowing look.

“Uhhhh, me and Lia have just been hanging out?” You say a bit higher pitch than usual.

“You know better than to lie to me Y/N. Why wont you tell anyone?” She sighs at you. You turn the car engine off and sigh, Vic has the makeup brushes at the ready and starts covering your hickey for you.

“Look mate, we were worried it’d change the team dynamic, especially if there’s some weird feelings with her and Caitlin still playing for the same team, and if we get distracted. Basically we’ve had a lot of time privately and it’s been so nice” You ramble.

“Well I don’t think it would or even has changed anything, Caitlin still cares about Lia, but as a friend and I highly doubt there would be any hard feelings y’know? You need to at least tell Jonas or a coach to be safe” She suggests.

“You’re right…” You both get out of your car once she is done applying makeup to your neck, and you head towards the main building, you search around for Jonas and eventually stumble upon him, stuck in conversation with your girlfriend.

“...but what I’m trying to say Jonas is, me and Y/N won’t let it affect how we play or work, if anything I think we’ve improved recently” Lia says.

“Ah Y/N! Great timing, I’m sure you’ve just overheard but Lia told me about your relationship, obviously it’s none of my business but I can tell the difference in how you two have been playing and just in general. Only positive things!” Jonas pats you on the shoulder “I have no issues with it of course, I’m happy for you both for finding each other”.

“Thanks Jonas, means a lot, like really” You give him a hug, the man being somewhat of a mentor to you over the previous year.

“Tell the team when you feel you’re ready. Remember we are a family, we support each other” He says nodding over to the groups of girls in the gym, all getting on with their own thing.

“Yeah maybe we should do it sooner rather than later, no more hiding this” You look at Lia who nods in agreement. You reach out for her hand as you both walk hand in hand into the gym to meet the others, somehow no one saw your intertwined hands. Lia decides to go on a treadmill rather than lift weights with you, so she gives you a kiss on the cheek before walking off. Jen seems to be the only one who spots it and within minutes walks over to you.

“Excuse me, what was that earlier?” Jen looks at you wide eyed.

“What?” You smirk.

“How long has this been going on for then?” She smiles, seeming proud.

“About 6 months, we’ve been pretty private with it and we wanted to make sure we were settled before saying anything” You say.

“Oi did I see Wally kiss you on the cheek? Where’s mine?” Beth comes over and slings her arm over your shoulder.

“Sorry Beth, pretty sure that’s only for her girlfriend” Jen teases.

“Since when?” Beth shouts.

“Why are we yelling over here?” Viv walks over, visibly confused and attempting to hush Beth. Lia takes the opportunity to hop off the treadmill and save you from the commotion. As she gets closer you start smiling over at her.

“Hey beautiful, you looked like you needed rescuing” She smiles reaching for your hand.

“Ah I had it under control, see?” You nod over to the girls you were talking with, who are all now gobsmacked at what they’ve seen and heard.

____

Later on that day you both get ready at Lia’s house, she’s wearing jeans and a crop top with a plaid shirt over the top but not buttoned up. You on the other hand went with a casual hoodie and jeans. 

“Darling, do we really have to go out with the girls tonight?” You groan seeing your girlfriend getting ready. “We could just stay at home…” you continue, trailing your finger from her chest to her abs. 

“Later, if you’re good” she kisses you hungrily and leaves the bedroom with a wink in your direction, as you audibly groan and flop back onto the bed.

“Come on! Our uber has arrived!” Lia yells from the other room.

“You mean Viv?” You chuckle getting your shoes on.

“Of course, who else?” She laughs.

You get into Viv and Beth’s car. You and Beth spend the journey singing in the back of the car whilst Viv and Lia chat at the front. After a short while you eventually park up and all walk to the venue the team had hired for the night. 

You and Lia are still somewhat wary of being affectionate in public, so walk side by side but not hand in hand.

Once you arrive at the club, you get yourself and the others a drink from the bar and return to find everyone crowding around some tables and having their own conversations, you take Beth and Viv their drinks first followed by Lia’s.

“Here you go, gorgeous” You pass her the drink and subtly kiss her cheek, she smiles at you, as you float around, being the social butterfly that you are.

____

A bit later on, after more drinks have been, well drunk, the group are getting rowdier and more daring, literally.

“Katie I dare you to do a backflip off that table” Kyra points over at the table for the Irishwoman to backflip from.

“Nope! Absolutely none of that here” Kim said, patting Kyra on the back with a chorus of boos coming from some of you. Your girlfriend approaches you in the area everyone seems to be dancing in. 

“I miss you” She says pouting. 

“Babe we’re literally at the same party with our friends, I was standing with you like 15 minutes ago” you say quietly. 

“Yeah but I always want to be with you” She frowns.

“Alright if we are still daring people to do shit, I dare Y/N to kiss Vic!” Kyra slurs. 

“I don't think that's a good idea, I've got a cold after all” Vic lies, everyone falling for it. 

“Fuck who else will she kiss then? Gotta get Y/N out there, she’s been single for way too long” Katie jokes as she makes eye contact with Lia “Wally how about you?” She asks with her usual cocky smirk on her face. 

“Sure. It's just a quick peck after all, right?” She smiles. 

“OI! Kissing is too easy, I want a dramatic kiss! Make me believe you're in a relationship or something, I don't know!” Jen pipes up sarcastically, smirking at you after finding out about you both earlier in the day.  You and Lia look at eachother and shrug as if to say ‘fuck it’. 

She leans forward and pulls you in by the hoodie covering your chest. You gulp in response, knowing that you find her even more attractive when she’s being bossy. She passionately kisses you and brings her hands up to the back of your neck whilst you rest yours on her lower back slowly drifting lower.

“Oi you two, save it for the bedroom yeah?” Katie yells to the group, you lift one hand from Lia’s back to raise a middle finger up at Katie hearing a chorus of cheers when you do so. Eventually you break apart, blushing whilst Lia is grinning at your friends who witnessed it. 

“Christ it's like you guys are dating or something” Leah says from the side, giving you a wink and head tilt to follow her. 

“Right, I'm not as dumb as these idiots, how long?” Leah asks you. 

“Around 6 months” You confess seeing a giant grin start to emerge on Leah's face. “I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner, it's just..” She interrupts you.

“Y/N I've had an idea that there was something between you for a little while, and I know it's nice to have privacy and stuff, so I understand” She hugs you, you continue chatting to the side about how you should tell Kim as soon as possible, being the team mum after all. You hear singing get louder as karaoke starts, an idea springing to mind. 

“Wait right here I've got a great idea” You say, patting Leah's shoulders and stumbling off. You yell out to Kim, who's watching the karaoke unfold. 

“Kim, I'm sorry I haven't told you sooner but me and Wally are seeing each other” You blurt out when you get to her. 

“I thought so! You guys seem happy, so I'm happy, ah I feel like a proud parent!” She hugs you tightly. “Have you told many people yet?”. 

“No… But I have an idea on how!” You pat Kim’s shoulders as you walk over to the woman running the karaoke for the team and put in your request, but not for you to sing. When it's your song you walk up to take the microphone from Steph who was just belting Untouched by the Veronica's and hand it to Leah, who nods over at your girlfriend standing alone, watching you. You hear the opening notes to Lover by Taylor Swift as you take Lia's hands into yours on the makeshift dance floor.

“This one goes out to the lovers over there” she points at you and Lia before she starts singing. 

“I love you” You mumble into her ear as you slow dance together, she responds with a loving kiss which has you both gasping for air afterwards. As you break away from your kiss you notice most of the room's eyes are focused on the two of you, knowing looks and shocked ones too, alongside cheering, whistling and the odd “Go on Y/N!”. You avert your eyes from the girls surrounding you in a circle and focus on the beauty in your arms, her eyes sparkling as she looks up at you.

After you finish dancing you're bombarded with questions from teammates, some a little inappropriate and some very sweet. 

“How long has this been going on?” Steph asks. 

“Around 6 months, we kept it quiet in an attempt to not mess with the team dynamic” You say. The questions die out and you eventually get to sit back down in a booth with your girlfriend and some of your teammates. 

“Okay Lia I hate to be the one to ask it… But Y/N is so clumsy how on earth are you able to…have y’know… Seriously” Vic slurs, your face flushing red. 

“Luckily her clumsiness doesn't affect her… Performance” Lia winks at you. Some of the girls are trying to get more details, as you decide to dismiss yourself to get yourself another drink. 

“Y’alright?” Katie asks you at the bar. 

“They're talking about my sex life so I'm here now” You chuckle, tapping your card to pay for your beer. 

“Oh what! Let's go then!” Katie drags you back over to the girls. 

“-but yeah she's so attentive and honestly, the best I've had” Lia finishes her sentence as you slide back in, groaning as they're still talking about sex. 

“Y/N we've heard it all, no need to be shy. Your turn now anyway” Jen winks jokingly, with Alessia cracking up as you slam your head down onto the table. As you lift your head back up you catch Lia yawning and give her the look of ‘home soon?’.

You walk off again to chat with some of the girls to avoid discussing your sex life, and feel your phone vibrate. 

From Lia - 

You have been good today… So how about we go home and I show you something I got for you? 

“Someones getting laid tonight” Leah smirks at your red face.

“What? No it’s just warm in here” You chuckle.

“Bullshit, I can see Lia giving you ‘the eyes’ from over there” Nodding in the direction of your lover, who was indeed giving you the eyes, causing you to look back down at your phone which Leah is also looking at. “Mate, are you stupid? Go home!” She pushes you towards where Lia is sitting.

“Lee this isn’t necessary” You groan approaching your girlfriend.

“Wally take your girlfriend home, she’s being all awkward” Leah chuckles “Have a good night ladies” she winks as she slides away from you both. 

“Right I need to take this one home as she’s a bit too drunk, you guys need a lift?” Viv comes over right on time, you both nod and help her lug Beth back to the car. The short drive eventually ends outside Lia’s house, you say your thanks and goodbyes to the couple as you head into Lia’s house. You shrug off your coat and take off your shoes, but you notice your girlfriend has run upstairs to her bedroom. 

“Oh it’s so on Wally” you mumble to yourself as you jog up the stairs, the girl waiting in her room for you.

“Eager are we?” You smirk going over to her.

“Well I did tell you you’d be rewarded so” She smirks, pushing you firmly down onto your bed. You’re usually the one ‘in charge’ but it seems Lia had a different idea tonight as she tells you to stay still. She slowly removes her jacket, putting on quite the show for you. You try to reach out to help her with her clothes but she slaps your hands away. 

“Ah ah, no touching” She tuts. 

“Right, if you don’t do something soon I’m going to eat you alive” You growl, causing a quiet moan to slip from Lia.

“Well if you weren't already saying that, then you'll definitely say it now” Lia smirks, lifting her shirt up over her head and slowly dragging her trousers down and revealing a new lacy black lingerie set that could easily kill you with how stunning she looks.

“Oh my god” You mutter.

“Now… How about we go back to how you were going to eat me alive?” Lia says suggestively, pushing you down on her bed.

“It’d be my pleasure baby” You smirk. 

____

WE ARE SO BACK! Will be a return to posting a bit more frequently!

[heartfullofleeches]

We need more alien and amab darling interactions 😞😞😞 what about a femboy darling?

Alien and fellow extraterrestrial darling who comes from a planet where it's the social norm for males of their species to be feminine. Alien is thrilled when he finds Darling's ship crashed landed in some junk yard- they finally get to meet an(other) Alien and learn all about their culture and maybe get a chance to find out where he came from and.....why are they so fucking pretty? Alien's not religious, but he swears he's seen an angel when darling stumbles out of their spaceship. Poor thing is so lost and confused, clearly banged up from the accident. Their fright is made worse by this fuckin weirdo just staring at them.

"....human?'

Oh, fuck now they're talking to him - and they sounds as cute as they look. Fuck, fuck, fuck-

"Um...sometimes?"

Darling visibly relaxes. "Least I landed on the right planet. I've heard so much about earth from movies. If it's not too much trouble, could you show me around?"

"I would burn myself alive for you."

Alien takes Darling in as their roommate and helps them gain a (limit) knowledge of how things run on earth compared to what Darling has seen/learn from films as there have been some translation errors and wrong information spread throughout. They've always thought those pretty dolls they've seen were boys like them! Aboard Darling's ship is a wide collection of their favorite dresses and other outfits. Alien damn near explodes from how cute they are when they decide to dress up for him.

Darling is constantly flirted with and scouted by creeps on the street who are quickly scared off by Alien barking like a mad dog when someone tries to take its favorite toy. He's ready to beat ass whenever someone calls Darling out of their gender. That's his gorgeous boyfriend and if someone make them cry he'll rain hell on them for the rest of their days.

(I fell in love these two while writing oh God help they're all I can think about. Please tell me if you guys like this because i would love to write more)

[ivysangel]

listen, i think smut is great. i read it, i write it, i think about way more than is probably considered healthy, but i don't think it should be as readily accessible in bookstores as it is right now, and especially without warnings.

i went to barnes & noble with my friend a few weeks ago and in the front of the store was this humongous romance section that had hundreds of those booktok romance books that was trending now. i wish i had a picture to show you guys just how big it was, because there were like six or so book cases and then this big table with some "romantic summer reads".

naturally, because it's what's trending right now, so many of the books had those really cute cartoon couple drawings. you know the one's where the two mc's are standing next to each other, or back to back, or hugging or smth (ykwim) and all of them were completely innocent looking and not marked as having adult content in any way. this isn't my first rodeo or anything, so i know that a really good chunk of these books have graphic sex written in them despite having no warnings or indicators of such content. and sure enough as me and my friend are flipping through them we're seeing all of the graphic depictictions of sex that if you were just reading the blurb on the back you would not know existed in the book.

the rationale i've seen from a lot of the authors and readers of the book are that they want something "inconspicuous" that doesn't draw attention to the fact that they're reading smut in public or whatever. and while i understand the sentiment, there's got to be some kind of regulation for this kind of thing. because some kid who's just looking for a cute romance book accidentally picking up smut is actually very bad and shouldn't be normalized in the slightest.

and i always see people saying, "well their parents should be checking the stuff they read anyway" or "i read smut when i was young so i don't see what the problem is" which pisses me off so bad because:

A) i know that when i was younger my mom didn't monitor what i read because the books i was reading were never misleading. both the covers, blurbs, and warnings (if there ever were any) were in line with the content of the books i read and there was no reason to be worried. i'm almost 100% sure that when most parents go to the bookstore with their kid and their child picks up a book with a cute cover, and the info about the plot on the back says nothing about it being anything other than a cute relationship, they don't think anything of it. maybe if it was one of those harlequin novels with the shirtless guys and the ladies with their boobs spilling out of tight dresses they'd tell them to put the book down but because the covers of new age smut books are designed to decieve, that's exactly what they do. decieve. and if it works on your friends and family and everyone around you, why in god's name wouldn't it work on someone's parent.

and B) it's no secret that kids have been reading smut well before they should for ages. i read smut as a kid, some of my friends read smut as kids, lots of people have and will continue to do so, the difference is that it wasn't as mainstream and easily accessible as it is now. not that you had to scour the internet for it, a quick search on wattpad would give you a million results, but it wasn't something that wasn't so publicly advertised, and sold. in my experience, it was the kind of thing that you heard about from a friend who heard about it from another friend not fucking tiktok. the biggest social media platform rn.

i'd also like to point out that if you read smut when you were younger and grew up to not understand how harmful it is, even going as far to encourage kids to read it, you're a huge fucking weirdo. i'm only 18, still very much a "child" by some people's standards, and i get chills when i remember how young i and some of my friends were when we created our first wattpad accounts. which is probably why i care so much about this topic, i don't think children should be exposed to that kind of stuff at all, and i don't like how now anyone of any age can walk into a bookstore and either knowingly or unknowingly pick up some freak nasty sex because a bunch or horny people on tiktok can't understand how harmful it is to have these books in so many places without any warnings whatsoever.

also: this had already gotten so long but i forgot to mention that there's a rising interest in "dark themes" and those books DEFINITELY need a warning. i wrote an essay once on how unregulated darker themed media has contributed to the idealization of toxic relationships in young people, and i'd like to say that right now i think booktok is one of the biggest contributors

[lilacmuse]

What qualities should a man seek in himself before seeking a wife?

If a man-

-Has the courage, clarity, and confidence to be honest, clear, & direct about his intentions with the woman he desires

-Has a high level of emotional intelligence, empathy, self-awareness, & patience

-Has a deep level of humility, maturity, & accountability; is guided by his soul, not his ego

-Has a deep connection with God that defines his character, behavior, and priorities, makes his faith the foundation of his life, & actively strives to become a better Muslim

-Is good with kids & animals; has compassion toward all vulnerable creatures

-Has a presence & aura that feels unconditionally loving, safe, reassuring, & protective

-Is trustworthy, principled, authentic, and sincere

-Knows who he is and what he wants; doesn't let the outside world influence/define him or dictate his decisions

-Doesn't define his masculinity by material success or possessions, but by his integrity, principles, & values

-Has the passion, drive, & discipline to go after what he truly wants

-Is calm-tempered & able to be patient, understanding, & forgiving when upset

-Has the ability to be firm & brave with the world but tender, gentle, & loving with the woman he loves

-Has a deep sense of purpose & a clear vision of the future he wants to build for her

-Has haya & ghayra both publicly and privately; isn't flirtatious, promiscuous, or known for messaging/liking/pursuing lots of different women

-Is respectful, chivalrous, & well-mannered in the way he carries & expresses himself

-Is comfortable being vulnerable, open, & expressive with the woman he loves

-Views his partner as an equal & a human being, not a lifeless object to be dominated and possessed

-Genuinely likes women, honors and respects them intellectually, & is secure enough to not feel threatened by a woman's intelligence, attractiveness, etc

-Takes care of himself physically (bonus points if he has a nice beard, dresses well, has an impressive book collection, & smells like pine trees/cedar/musk)

...then he'd probably be any woman's ideal husband. I don't think anyone ever feels 100% ready, but when you meet the woman of your dreams, she'll inspire you to level up and become the man you've always wanted to be, and she'll believe in you enough to make anything feel possible.

For more insight into healthy masculinity:

I heard this phenomenally brilliant lecture on Islamic masculinity by Shaykh Mahdi Rastani a few weeks ago and absolutely loved it, 10/10... the only thing i'd add is that emotional strength & vulnerability aren't mutually exclusive; i love when a man has both: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HVa7qEZo_nM

I've also always loved this TED talk on masculinity from Justin Baldoni... i don't keep up with celebrities at all, but i can see why he has such a loyal fanbase; this is exactly the kind of masculinity the world needs & women crave: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=74O7RPZt9Pc

Lastly, the humor in this video is a little vulgar, but this is one of my favorite comedic videos on masculinity... i've probably re-watched it at least 20 times bc it's so comforting to hear a kind, level-headed man call out misogynistic weirdos: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ePKugerH3Ls

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Okay uh I've only got two and idk how they sound.

One is record of ragnarok with a reader who's like Deku

And the other is record of ragnarok with a reader who looks like a doll.

Hello, my dear one, I already have one that is similar to Deku, being a teen One-for-All reader, if that will work for your Deku request, if not please ask me again and I will do it the next time I open my requests.

-Beautiful frilled dresses with lace and bows, Lolita dresses, soft pastel colors paired with gentle accent colors, hair pulled into ringlet curls, soft but beautiful makeup, matching accessories including shoes and handbags, you were truly like a beautiful doll.

-Many were taken by your odd but pretty fashion choices, believing that you could pull it off as it looked so good on you, and you had many admirers, both male and female, both romantically and platonically, those who just wanted to stare at you and admire the perfection that was you.

-The only thing that others had to complain about you is that your sense of humor was rather dark at times. You sometimes wore black contacts that covered most of your eye, making you look like you have soulless doll eyes, and you would tease those who were afraid of you when you did this, Ares is one of your favorites, by asking them to play with you, only for them to run off screaming.

-Loki found it hysterical when you did this, as he was the one who told you to do it and many were quick to put the blame on him for tainting you.

-While out and about you tried to be as emotionless as possible, to really portray yourself as a living doll, becoming what Jack called as a ‘method actor’, but he is another one, like Loki, who likes to ‘help’ with your doll-like self, holding your hand like a gentleman, escorting you around Valhalla.

-Those who knew you, knew you were a bit of a prankster, but you were also very warm hearted, you were a good friend, always willing to invite someone in who needed a friend to listen to them, providing them with tea and snacks as well.

-You enjoyed the way you dressed, having a whole wardrobe of Lolita style outfits, as you were free to do what you wanted in Valhalla, not like while you were alive when you were treated harshly by your family and peers who thought you were a weirdo for dressing in such a way and teasing you.

-Those you’ve met and befriended in Valhalla, both gods and humans, adored the way you dressed, finding it so unique, it was so delicate and feminine looking, and pairing your mischievous personality with it made it even more enjoyable as you entertained them by teasing others, pretending to be an actually living, possessed doll.

-You were grateful for all of them, even if you didn’t tell them all the time, because they let you be yourself and didn’t treat you like a freak, you cared about all of them like they cared about you, wanting to see you happy.

[nukenai]

So I love chatting with vendors at cons, especially TFCon. They're always Cool Dudes in their 40s/50s who have been collecting Transformers since the dawn of time and they like meeting fellow weirdos, especially younger people. Especially absolute freaks like me who run up dressed like Rodimus while wearing booty shorts.

I was at this one booth and I was looking for a specific figure so I asked if he thought he had it - he said maybe, so I started to look. I shuffled through my purse and vaguely held up my Drift figure, and said "it's for him", like haha joke. (Looking for Jetstorm)

He instantly made a confused face and said, "I don't recognize that Drift". And I said oh, he's the regular American deluxe release, I just repainted him. He asked very politely if he could see him. GOD HERE WE GO

I've had lots of people go "Wow that's really cool! Great job!" about my repaints and custom stuff and I appreciate the comments so much. I don't have much confidence in anything I do, but I am very passionate about when I do custom stuff to toys or Gunpla.

THIS MAN. He was legitimately stunned. He told me my Drift repaint was amazing, and the detail work was incredible. I very shyly thanked him and said I customized my little Fixit, too, and he went NUTS WHEN HE HELD HIM. Then he literally CALLED HIS FRIEND OVER and said "Hey man, come here! You have to see this Fixit she painted!"

The three dudes at the table were legitimately gawking at my, I thought "pretty good, but took a lot of time because I'm obsessed so there's A Lot" repaints. Fixit in particular he was VERY impressed by, because I had filled in the indent in his chest. To be fair that was a nightmare but like omg? And he REALLY loved that I added the blue details to the wheels, and was impressed by my straight lines. I mentioned I totally disassembled Drift, painted the pieces individually, and put him back together, and the guy looked like I'd just shot him LMFAO. HE'S A VERY SIMPLE FIGURE IT'S NOT SUPER DIFFICULT...

So then he asked me the most insane question I've ever been asked in my life:

"Do you have a business card? Do you do this professionally, like as a paid job?"

UHHHHH EXCUSE ME SIR I JUST ADDED DETAILS TO MY ORANGE HUSBANDS AND MADE ONE OF THEM THE CORRECT(TM) ORANGE... HELLO...??????????

So I told him no. He asked if I had a website where I posted them, or social media. I mentioned how I started using my Instagram for that stuff but got lazy and forgot and I just share reels all day. The guy insisted I take HIS business card, in case I was ever looking for parts, or things to customize... He really wanted a place to go see more of my work, and I was very sorry to tell him that I am not actually someone who really knows what I'm doing... but I didn't totally deflect the compliments. I was so unbelievably thankful and told him that no one had EVER reacted this way to my work before. (even saying "my work" is bizarre like it's just a thing I do... it's not My Thing...)

He joked about wanting me to paint some of his minis, LOL, and I said a lot of my friends do that but that's kinda beyond my scope. I started when I was disappointed with a lack of details in some of my figures, like my TMNT 2012 Metalhead, but then I was like. I can add some black on his shell. I can fix him up... and it kinda spiraled. My second significant custom was turning my Stegosaurus Chase figure show-accurate. You can tell it's an early one bc it's ROUGH and I almost wanna get another one to redo and compare...

Buuuut anyways. He was legitimately having customers look at my stuff and one guy wanted to show his wife. I was deeply confused but extremely flattered.

Then a 20 year old kid I had talked to about RiD earlier found a Drift I didn't have (the one that fucking launches his children across the room), and I laughed and said I'd take it. Table guy said "For you it's half price, 5 bucks!"

Then he gave me a Rodimus Robot Heroes for free. And one of those old blind bag figures of Drift for a dollar.

This was one of like 20 amazing interactions I had just in the dealer room. I wound up buying THREE NEW DRIFT FIGURES because I am EXTREMELY NORMAL AND COOL ABOUT HIM

I mentioned this in an earlier post but it got to the point where I rounded a corner and a random fucking guy ran over to me, brandishing a Drift figure, and called out "ARE YOU THE PERSON LOOKING FOR RID DRIFT?" and I was like OH MY GOD?? I HAVE THAT ONE BUT THANK YOU??? WHAT??? and he was like OKAY I HAD TO MAKE SURE! and ran away and I never saw him again. I have no idea who that guy was. He was not working a table he was shopping.

But I am The Rodimus Woman Looking For RiD Drift, For Some Reason now, I guess.

What a fucking con

it's 2am goodnight

[tsuki-sennin]

Episode 40 of HiroPre! A play wedding, how precious~! Now don't worry, despite initial worries about Toei making it weird, this is all above board and wholesome. Very wild of them to make this the episode there's a delay for though, but I guess life's just funny like that.

Spoilers, I guess...

-I see Sora likes BBC's Walking with Dinosaurs.

-Sagely studies~!

-Oh ye gods, weddings.

-Ohhhh, worldbuilding!

-An all night party following an announcement of engagement. Don't even need to dress up.

-Quite a fun time, actually, I wish weddings in our world were that easy. And it might just be you two up there next, Mashiron~!

-...I have to wonder how polygamy works up there.

-Y'know, now I've got much more PreCure knowledge accrued, I've noticed that the casts have gotten smaller over the years.

-It's not necessarily a bad thing, mind you! It certainly makes sense, as the teams get bigger you'll have less time to devote to big supporting casts, but this has a side effect of us feeling isolated to our heroes.

-We still have plenty of weirdos to go around in Hirogaru Sky, but having more of them stick around more often would be fun. How's Berryberie doing?

-Just sayin', we would've really benefited from a Masukomi, Kaoru, or even a Yuriko.

-Ah, the cake. All the motivation you need.

-Kinda like Booster in Mario RPG.

-Royal wedding, yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay

-I'm sorry Elle, I don't care how much cake we eat or how shiny your cardboard crown is, nothing can make me give a crap about a royal wedding. In my junior year of high school, people were really going wild for Harry and Meghan, and I had no idea who these people were so I just kinda had to sit there in the corner.

-I see Ageha disagrees.

-Tsubasa-kun, your bowtie is somehow a brighter red than your jacket's orange.

Ageha: You're doing great, boy~! Just think of the doves flying out~! Tsubasa: No talking during the ceremony!

-Best of friends!

-Ageeeeee~!

-That was nice, wasn't it?

-Aaaaaaaaaaaaaand there's the rub~!

-I have to hand it to Murase, Tsubasa sounds genuinely terrified here.

-I don't think Yoyo can officiate anything, so

-You should marry Mashiro twice over, Sora.

-I suppose it's not too surprising Elle could develop a crush on Tsubasa, considering he's like... the only boy she knows. Still though, I get why some people were put off by this.

-Frankly, I'm really surprised Toei haven't been doing a Dipper and Wendy ship tease thing with Tsubasa and Ageha. Thank god they haven't, by the way, that was always the worst part of Gravity Falls.

-I guess Toei knew that would be a little much, especially with the (quite understandable mind you) backlash Nozomi and Coco's relationship gets nowadays.

-Nightmare time.

-King Bitchin' Mustache can add Shotgun Papa to his list of titles.

-Even his own parents!

-He has been left comatose.

-That looks like quite a heavy book, I'm impressed she can carry it.

-"Nooooooooooooo?"

-It's always the simplest sentences coming from a kid that kill you, huh?

-Ladies and gentlemen, the bird boy is dead!

-Ageha appears.

-In the pursuit of great knowledge, one has neglected their friendship. A tale as tragic and old as time.

-That uh

-Might've been a good thing to let him in on earlier, Ageha.

-Skearhead appears.

-A wedding beast.

-Majesty leads our charge today.

-Skearhead's not even talking today!

-Oh, nevermind.

-Aaaaand she's caught!

-That Wing, ever gallant a knight and pal.

-Oh cool, team attack. Paralleling the cake cutting.

-Knighthood is much more fun than marriage.

-Friends and family forever!

-I'm... perplexed! I was expecting 24 minutes of mid cringe comedy, and got a fun and sweet exploration of these two characters' friendship instead on top of well executed cringe comedy. What a ripoff.

-I guess if I had to bitch about anything, I think having them talk as Wing and Majesty more would've been a fun way to tie the battle into their conflict.

-Speaking of which, the battle was pretty dang weak, they... absolutely could've done more with that. And why pick a church bell, Skearhead? Like, diegetically. In-universe. Watsonian argument. I usually don't mind this kinda thing, but like... a bell and a holly wreath are very specific imagery to just conjure up out of nowhere, but I think it'd make a lot more sense if Skearhead weren't just... seemingly slapped into the script because they needed a monster fight that episode.

-Like, Skearhead happens to see Elle and Tsubasa's play wedding and considers playing mind games by preying on Tsubasa's worries about the whole thing, or hell, even just wreaking havoc at someone else's wedding to draw out Pretty Cure would've been good enough for me.

-Anyways, forget all that, we're celebrating a harvest next time!

-Hi, this is Mashipan. I'm out looking at the fall colors. Please leave me a message, and I'll call you right back.

-Monda jumpscare.

-Business as usual, we see!

-See you next tiiiime, maybe!

[kckenobi]

glow, road and ring for the confession booth!

Thank youuuuuu for the ask!!

glow: what does your favourite colour remind you of and why do you like it?

I'm a weirdo and I don't think I actually have a favorite color bc I love them all! BUT I do wear a lot of green, and I think I like it because it reminds me of evergreen trees? And I love that, and I just like how the color looks in sweaters and dresses.

road: worst mistake you ever made?

Oh god I have to pick the worst one? (but so many mistakes—)

Trying not to overthink it lol, so I'm going to pick the first awful mistake that came to mind: when I was younger, there was someone in my life who I was really critical of, and I think I thought I was helping that person grow when really I was just making him feel bad. I think I really hurt them, and at the time I didn't acknowledge that I was wrong. I did get the chance to apologize later, but that doesn't undo it. I hope they're doing well now.

ring: relationship you desire the most?

I think I'm pretty content with my relationships right now, especially one with a special person :'))) I'm really lucky to love someone so kind, genuine, and thoughtful.

but if I had to add a relationship to my life non-romantically? Sometimes I would love to have like.....that older wiser mentor, a mother-figure, whathaveyou. And I do have those people in my life, but they're more distant and/or not always a mentor in the way I need. So sometimes I just want someone to be like "hey, you're doing fine, here's what you should do now" lol

Also, recently I've been wishing I had more queer friends in real life? Bc I don't have many, and none who live close to me, so that would be cool!

confession booth asks

[1eos]

The amount of times I've looked deeper into an artist's work and found the most disgusting pedo shit actually made me distressed at one point. And sometimes it's not so blatant. I remember seeing nsfw art of a muscular short guy in a janitor uniform, broom and everything, and I wanted to see more of the artist's work. I found their profile and saw they had lil bios of their OCs and I found out the character that made me look for more was supposed to be 15....... and I had to warn my bf about some art he retweeted because he didn't recognize the character and I had to tell him he was also 15. It's getting weird and people will look at you like you're the weirdo for being grossed out.

its so normalized it makes me feel insane like.............................how have these ppl not been ostracized and/or had their asses beat? and GOD on twitter its the fucking worsttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt. you'll see some cool oc art and you get more info and the oc is 12 looks 27 is a nymphomanic that gets off on dressing like a school boy and seducing older men and then when you're like 'uhhhh electric chair' their army of freaks start talking abt how YOU'RE the problem! i hate it!!!!!!!!!! like why can't we have normal porn 😭😭😭😭 why they always gotta throw a child in there. ik why but i hate it and i think we should start bullying these people like why the fuck is a 15 yr old a janitor? they can't get that job! and dont even get me started on ppl drawing 14 yr olds jacked as hell you know damn well kids dont look like that DRAW SOME FUCKING ADULTS BITCH

[sapphic-swiftie13]

After an award show

I've got to be honest with you guys, this might be the horniest text I've ever written.

My excuse for that is that I'm hormonal and horny, because of my period.

I am so sorry for Brie Larson if she ever comes across this text. I'm sorry Brie, I really am.

I also hope this text makes up for the last one-shots that were really short.

Okay bye, I need to take a cold shower.

This was your first time ever attending an award show. It was quite scary if you were completely honest with yourself. To your advantage, you had Samuel L. Jackson by your side. He was your costar, and he had also turned out to be a good and close friend. Someone you could turn to for anything. Advice, and help, no matter the issue, he was always there to talk to.

"There is so many people here... goddamn," you said nervously, clinging to his arm.

"Don't worry... they'll all soon find their seats, just like we will," he reassured you.

Letting out a breath you didn't know you had been holding in, you followed him, until you finally could sit down. Looking around, you could see all these famous actors and actresses talking and laughing.

            They really did have a good time. But you couldn't. You knew that there was a slim chance you could end up winning an award, and it scared you, to stand up at the big stage having to tell a speech, which you hadn't prepared in the slightest.

Noticing that nearly all the women wore dresses made you anxious, it felt like you blended too in with the men as you wore a suit.

You took out the flask you had stashed in your pocket and drank from it, the burning sensation in your throat gave you something else to think about.

"Are you feeling okay?" Samuel asked, immediately laughing when you started drinking even more.

"No, I can't be here sober... it's giving major anxiety vibes... I know."

"I'm also getting 'major alcoholic vibes' from the flask you've been carrying all this time."

            "Oh god, you're too old to say major and vibes in the same sentence..."

"What? You're the one teaching me about what all the young people are doing and saying..."

You only laughed in response, feeling more relaxed as the alcohol slowly entered your bloodstream.

"So, now we just sit here and wait?" you asked, as you noticed Scarlett Johansson passing by.

"Oh my god... did you see her?"

"Who?"

"Scarlett motherfucking Johansson!" you squealed, too loudly for your own liking.

You looked Samuel right in the eyes, and said, "y'know, she is so fine, her smile, and those gorgeous eyes, like, I can't, I'm fangirling too much... she is so beautiful."

Samuel looked at you in disbelief.

"Gay awakening right there, like, if you didn't feel yourself getting warm and flustered as you stared at her on the big screen in a movie theatre, then you're a weirdo. A legend, an icon, and utterly stunning, is what she is!" you rambled on, forgetting where you were.

Someone cleared their throat right beside you, and you slowly looked up at them.

"You called my name?"

"Oh, God... shit. I am sorry."

She just laughed at your response. "No, no, it's fine! Glad to have helped you figure out your sexuality... you're looking quite attractive yourself, especially in that suit."

She flashed you a smile, winked at you and walked away swaying her hips. You slowly leaned back in your chair, praying that no cameras caught that embarrassing moment.

Samuel sat beside you laughing until he couldn't breathe, coughing, tears welling in his eyes.

"Are you sure she isn't your crush?" he said in between coughs, grinning from ear to ear.

"She isn't anymore... but believe me, she was my celebrity crush for quite some time."

"Mhhmmm..." he muttered out, unconvinced.

He tried to look where you were currently looking. Trying to see any faces he might recognize, that could be your type.

"Who is it then, your celebrity crush?" he asked smiling.

"If I told you that, then I'm never living it down."

"Oh, come on... give me a hint at least."

"It's.... a woman."

"No shit, sherlock. You're the gayest person I've ever met."

"You like women more than men like women... do you get that, that's some next level shit..." he said, stating facts.

All you did was laugh.

"True... true..." you mumbled, as the host walked out on stage.

All the talking from around the big room died down, and soon every head was turned in the direction of the stage.

A lot of famous names were said, but only a few of them won awards. Leading actress was far out of your reach, so you sat comfortable in your seat.

            Then it happened. There was not a lot of categories left, but of course, this one, you had been nominated for, the words Rising Star popped up on the big screen. Then the image of yourself, another actress, and two actors came up right under the text. You looked absolutely terrified. Your hands were getting sweaty. This was it.

"Now or never..." Samuel whispered, taking ahold of your hand.

Then your heart stopped.

The host said your name.

Your hand was squeezed softly, and Samuel stood up, pulling you with him.

In shock, you stood there with your mouth open, not believing your ears.

You didn't think you were going to win.

You hadn't prepared a speech, or anything.

Samuel pulled you in for a big hug, and you hugged him back, feeling his safe and secure arms around you pulled you back to reality.

All around you people clapped, congratulating you.

The director patted your shoulder, and grinned at you. All you did was smile, in pure shock.

Then Samuel put both his hands up in the air, and you hit them both, giving him the high ten in pure joy.

He wrapped his arm around your waist and walked towards the stage, guiding you.

Once you stood on the stage, you didn't really know what to say.

Nervously you walked up to the microphone, and Samuel gave you a thumbs up as he started walking back to his seat. "Come here!" you whispered at him, scared shitless by the lights that were shining at you.

"This is your award!" he whispered back, as you were internally freaking out.

"Well, I'm going to shit my pants! Get your ass over here unless you want to deal with that mess and clean it up."

The audience laughed. You only got more nervous. The microphone had picked your words up.

"You've got this!" Samuel reassured you, smiling, and now you actually let him go back to his seat.

You sighed before looking out at all the other actors and actresses, overwhelmed by how they all looked at you.

Then the host came over with your award, and you nervously thanked him as he gave it to you.

"I don't know what to say... I didn't prepare for this, at all..." you said into the microphone, voice quavering.

You pulled out your flask and chugged down the rest of the burning liquor.

"Oooh, that stings..." you stated, as you carefully hid it again.

Samuel laughed, grinning from his seat.

"Wait is that allowed, to drink on live television?!" you asked, getting even more nervous.

"Fuck, I probably shouldn't have done that... shit, am I allowed to say fuck? No wait... sorry... can I swear?" you asked, looking out at the crowd with fear in your eyes.

Once again, the audience laughed, but even louder this time.

The panic on your face getting clearer by each second that passed.

"Okay.... well, uh, first off, I have to thank the director, the producers and the whole crew, everyone behind the cameras, and in front of them. Thank you to Samuel L. Jackson, for helping me while filming the movie, thank you for all the laughter and the smiles that you repeatedly put on my face. Thank you to my parents, for supporting me, and letting me stand here and embarrass myself! Thank you to all the fans that watched the movie, both in theatres and in the comfort of your own home... Thank you for making this possible, I wouldn't be standing here if it wasn't for you guys!" you said, as your nerves slowly but surely disappeared.

"Now... is there a bar nearby? I need more alcohol, or else I'm going to drop-kick a child. Sorry, that was a joke. I do in fact not hate children...... that much," you joked, with a deadpan face, making the crowd burst out in laughter.

As the laughter was dying down, you walked down the stairs with the award in your hand.

When you had gotten far enough from the stage, you ran toward Samuel, in a hurry to get to your seat again.

"That was good! You did great!" he reassured you as you sat down in your chair.

"You really think so?"

"Of course!" he beamed at you.

When they had put ads on for television, all the people started moving, finding other groups to chat to.

"You said that you were thirsty? Was that also a joke?" Samuel asked you, with a smirk.

"No, I definitely need more alcohol..."

"Well, let's find us some..." he said, standing up.

Once again you were following him, feeling lost like a puppy.

You finally came to a stop when Samuel had snatched two champagne glasses from a cater that walked by.

"Finally..." you said and took a sip of it.

Then you spotted her. Your celebrity crush, in the flesh, walking towards you, only a few meters away from where you were currently standing. You were now choking because of the champagne that had went down your airway by mistake as you were caught off guard.

Samuel patted your back, and looked in your direction as you coughed, trying to play it off.

"Are you serious?"

"What?"

"She's your crush..." he said loudly.

You smacked him in the arm with your award. "Hush!"

"I know her! We've acted together countless times! She's a good friend of mine!"

"Exactly!" you answered him, and he caught on.

Then she came over, smiling at Samuel, and then you. She went in for a hug, and there you stood, awkwardly watching them as she hugged him tightly.

"I don't believe we've met before... it's so great to finally meet you, I'm Brie! And congrats with the award, well deserved might I add!" She congratulated you, a smile tugging at her lips.

You didn't know how to speak. Words left your vocabulary. Your mind went blank.

Samuel nudged your shoulder.

"Uh... ehm... thank you... nice to meet you too!" you rambled on, internally screaming.

"I think it'll be starting again soon... but you're coming to the after-party, right, Samuel? Oh, you're also invited, a friend of Samuel is a friend of mine!" she asked him, grinning, walking away towards her seat.

Samuel just nodded at her, and she smiled back, disappearing into the crowd again.

"Now this... this is something you'll never live down... that was embarrassing to watch!" he stated, laughing, as you chugged down your champagne.

After the embarrassing encounter with your crush, time seemed to fly by, and soon enough it was time to leave.

It was unreal, all the flashing lights that blurred your vision as you walked out of there. Cameras in every direction, nearly blinding you.

All you could think about as you and Samuel walked to his car was the fact that you were going to an after-party, at Brie Larson's place.

            Samuel opened the car door for you.

"Thank you..." you mumbled.

Then he got into the driver's seat and started driving. "Where are we going?" you asked, looking out the window, fidgeting with your award, trying to find out where Brie lived.

"I am driving you home..."

"What? Excuse me, I am so coming with you to the party!"

"Of course, but not with the award, you're not."

You softly hit his shoulder in response.

"Scared you, didn't I?"

You stared daggers at him.

"So scared of not getting to be in Brie's presence... you really do have a crush on her..."

"Hey! It is not my fault that she looks so..."

"Hot? Sexy? Gorgeous? Pretty? Stunning?" he asked mockingly, teasing you.

            "If you put it that way... then yes. I was going to say, attractive... but those words also describe her very well."

He only laughed, pulling over outside of your apartment.

Soon enough you had put your award on a shelf in the safety of your own home, and then you went to freshen up, practically drowning yourself in perfume, fixed your mascara, and put on more lipstick.

Then you walked out again, happy that his car still stood there.

"What took you so long?"

"I had to freshen up!"

"Right... like you weren't turning heads already."

"I need her to look at me... meaning that those who already has been looking doesn't matter."

            "Scarlett Johansson looked at you..."

"Because I said her name, catching her attention."

"She also winked at you..."

"True," you said, while smirking.

"Look, right there, that's her place..."

"Uh... there's not a lot of cars here," you said, noticing the nearly empty street.

            "It's a small, and intimate after-party."

You only gulped at his words.

"Come on, you don't want to keep her waiting, do you?" he asked jokingly.

He knocked on the door and entered, once again you followed him like you were lost and in desperate need of help.

"There you are! Thought I recognized your car from the window!" Brie beamed, pulling him in for another hug.

As they pulled away from each other she looked at you and smiled.

"You're looking so left out, come here!" she said as she lazily put her arms on your shoulders, pulling you into her for a hug. Her perfume crept up your nose, and you could feel yourself lean into her touch just as she pulled away.

She was simply intoxicating.

"Are you thirsty?" she asked and gestured to the counter with countless of drinks and bottles.

Samuel grabbed a beer and thanked Brie, then she walked away, greeting the other people that just walked in the door.

"Do you want something?" he asked, but you shook your head, you were already tipsy and knew you probably shouldn't drink more if you wanted to remember this night.

Then he walked away, and you trailed behind him, until he sat down on a couch in what you presumed was her living room.

"So well decorated," you said, sitting down opposite of Samuel and pointed to the paintings at the walls, the plants, and looked at how all the colours seemed to blend into each other.

"Thank you..." a voice you could recognize anywhere spoke out, then you felt her sit down beside you. Your breath hitched at how close she yet again was.

Looking at Samuel didn't help; he was desperately trying to hide his smile.

"So, congratulations again, on winning, must've been a big moment for you..." the blonde woman beside you said, her voice sending shivers down your spine.

"It was... I mean, I was so shocked... didn't think it was really happening..." you mumbled, scared of embarrassing yourself in front of her again.

"I think you handled it well!" she complimented you, as her eyes met yours.

You quickly looked away, and you could feel her smiling.

"So, what made you want to become an actress?" Brie asked, trying to get to know you.

"Uh... throughout my childhood I always had to pretend to be someone I'm not... so I decided to make use of that..." you answered, your voice slightly quavering.

            "Oh..." she mumbled, realizing that the topic wasn't really a happy one.

"But now I'm not pretending anymore... I mean, the closet was made of glass..." you said, letting out a small chuckle.

"I see..." she answered, understanding what you talked about and flashed you a smile. 

"Are you sure you don't want a drink?" Samuel asked, smirking from the couch opposite of yours.

"A drink would be quite nice, actually..." you said, and quickly stood up, glad to have gotten the chance to escape from the awkwardness so you could compose yourself.

Samuel chuckled and took a sip of his beer.

"I'm going to get a refill..." Brie said as she stood up too, immediately destroying your plan.

She placed her hand at the small of your back, slightly pushing you, guiding you to the kitchen even though you had just been there.

"So... what do you want?" she asked softly beside you, gesturing to the beverages, but you were too distracted by her facial features to notice. 

"Uh... what?"

"What do you want to drink?"

"Oh..." you answered, as you realized you had misunderstood.

"What did you think I was asking you?" she asked, a small chuckle escaping her lips.

"Uh... ehm, nothing?" you stuttered as all you thought about was how much you wanted her. You wanted to feel her close, twisted in bedsheets.

"I'll have some wine..." you said, trying to play it off.

She poured you some of the red liquor. All you could focus on was her slender fingers holding onto the glass.

"What's gotten you so distracted?" she asked, as she gave you the glass, her fingers grazing your own.

"Uh... nothing."

"If you say so," she hummed unconvinced as she refilled her own glass.

You both walked back to the living room, with your drinks in hand and sat down on the couch. Then you recognized a buff man walking in.

"Oh my, he's even bigger in person," you said, not believing your own eyes.

"Chris Hemsworth, yeah, he's... strong. But don't worry, he's kind as a teddy bear," Brie whispered in your ear, her hot breath on your bare skin making you shudder.

"Hey, congratulations on the award!" Chris said, shaking your hand. "I'm Chris!"

"Thank you..." you muttered out and noticed how his muscles nearly ripped his shirt open.

He then walked over to the other brawny men, Sebastian Stan, and Chris Evans. It was impossible to not notice them, all the ladies were sneaking glances at them every other second.

"So, how do you guys know each other?" you asked Brie and Samuel, trying to strike up a conversation.

"We've acted in many movies together, actually..." Samuel answered, glancing at Brie.

"Captain Marvel, Unicorn Store, Kong: Skull Island, is some of them, to name a few," she answered and took a sip of her wine. 

"Is it just me or are you like, really tense? You don't seem to be relaxed at all..." she followed up, in a worried tone.

It was hard to think, or speak, or do anything at all. She had picked up on how nervous you were around her.

"Excuse me, where's the bathroom?" you asked, getting up.

"Down the hall, first door to the left," she answered, glancing at Samuel who only shrugged his shoulders. You chugged down all the wine, regretting it immediately, and placed the empty glass on the table and practically ran towards the bathroom.

It was impossible to act even the tiniest bit normal. The effect she had on you was just too much. As you tried to open the bathroom door you quickly realized that it was locked.

Deciding to stand there and wait, Brie caught up with you.

"Are you okay?" she asked, standing right in front of you, just close enough to touch.

"Yes... just overwhelmed."

"What's bothering you?"

            "It's nothing..." you said refusing to meet her gaze.

She took a step closer to you, and your breath hitched in response.

Slowly she took a hold of your chin and forced you to look at her.

"Do I make you nervous?" she asked with one raised eyebrow.

"What?" you asked back, as your cheeks were covered in a red flush.

It somehow felt illegal to admit that you desperately wanted her.

Your eyes trailed downwards, her blue dress resting at the top of her breasts, the fabric hugging her in all the right places.

            You were wishing that her dress would slip down, just a tiny bit, but you scolded yourself for even having the thought.

"Is that why you're acting like this?" she asked, noticing where your eyes were wandering on her body.

You looked up at her, meeting her eyes again. Somehow, something just took over you, it was difficult to distinguish if it was arousal or confidence, because in a matter of seconds you put your arms around her neck and kissed her hungrily.

She didn't kiss you back, just put her hands on your shoulders, carefully pushing you away.

"You're drunk."

"Me being drunk doesn't change the fact that I've been crushing on you for so long..." you admitted, cupping her cheek.

"You're so gorgeous... it actually hurts," you complimented her, your thumb stroking her cheek.

"You're not thinking clearly," she answered, letting out a sigh.

"So, me being inebriated means that I don't know what I want anymore?" you asked upset.

"That's not what I said..."

"I want you so bad... I need you to just touch me-" you tried to speak but she cut you off.

            "I don't want to take advantage of you being intoxicated," she said in a stern voice.

"Well, you're not!"

"You're throwing yourself at me, something you most likely wouldn't have done if you were sober," she explained in a gentle tone.

Getting slightly angry you brushed past her and headed towards the kitchen. As you walked through the living room, Samuel asked, "where's Brie?"

You didn't answer him, just kept walking, and he immediately understood that you weren't in a good mood.

            She had told you that you were too drunk, and you decided to drink even more, just because you were hurt, and didn't take rejection well. Not a good solution.

You grabbed a beer and walked over to Chris Hemsworth.

"Hey..." you said, and he instantly moved a bit to the side, making space for you.

            "How's it going?" he asked a little bit concerned at the disgusted look plastered on your face.

"Could have been better..."

            "Someone pissed you off?" Sebastian asked, and looked over your shoulder, trying to see if someone looked guilty for making you mad.

"Yup," you said, and turned around, glancing at Brie as she sat down on the couch opposite of Samuel.

Chris Evans started laughing, with his hand placed firmly on his chest.

            "Larson made you angry?" he asked, shortly after.

"How?" Sebastian asked confused.

"She's so kind, how can she make anyone mad?" Hemsworth chipped in, looking at how she pulled at her dress.

            "I tried to kiss her..." you admitted, and chugged half of the beer.

"Easy there..." Hemsworth said and carefully nudged the bottle away from your lips.

"What do you mean, tried to kiss her?" Evans asked.

             "I put my arms around her neck, and kissed her, she pushed me away."

"Why?" Sebastian asked glancing at Brie.

"Because she's so kind and pretty..."

"I think he meant to ask why she pushed you away..." Chris Hemsworth said and chuckled.

            "Oh..." you mumbled, realizing you once again had misunderstood something this night.

"She said she didn't want to take advantage of me being drunk."

            "That's a fairly good reason to not kiss someone," Sebastian said, agreeing with Brie's actions.

"She could have been nicer about it," you said, and took a sip of your beer.

            "What do you mean?" Chris Evans asked, trying to understand the whole situation.

"She said I was throwing myself at her... and that I wouldn't do that if I was sober... but if I was sober, I wouldn't have had the guts to even look at her..." you admitted, feeling dizzy.

"I think you should apologize to her," Chris Hemsworth said, and took a sip of his own beer.

            The two other men nodded in agreement.

"You really think so?" you asked, scared of embarrassing yourself even more.

"Yeah, definitely," Sebastian said, with a smile.

"Okay... thank you guys... for the talk."

They all chuckled as you stepped away and made your way to the couch.

You sat down beside her and felt her eyes on your side as you placed the beer bottle on the table.

            Glancing at her you said, "I'm sorry..."

"For what?" she asked slightly confused.

"For kissing you... and acting like a dick afterwards."

Samuel's eyes went wide. "You did what?" he asked shocked.

            "It's fine... we all do things we'll later regret while we're drunk," Brie said, putting an arm around you, pulling you toward her in a playful manner.

You completely froze for some seconds. She was sending so many mixed signals, and you couldn't process any of them because of how inebriated you were. So, all you did in response was lean into her touch, focusing on how her hand was resting on your hip.

"Is that Tom Hiddleston and Tessa Thompson?" you asked, looking at the two people laughing in the corner.

            "Yes, it certainly is," Brie answered you as Tessa got her phone out and started showing Tom a video or something.

You grabbed the bottle on the table and drank the rest of the beer.

"Should she drink this much?" Brie asked Samuel.

            "I'm right here," you said, hitting her softly in the shoulder.

"I haven't really gone out drinking with her before, so I don't know her tolerance..." Samuel said and looked at you again.

Brie only huffed as you got up again, stumbling as you walked to the kitchen again, your vision already slightly blurry.

            You got excited seeing a bottle of vodka on the counter.

You filled up a small shot glass and poured the liquor into it and chugged it.

Filling it up again, and ready to chug it down a voice spoke out, "I really don't think you should have any more to drink."

            You chugged it down, not listening to the woman.

"Too late..." you said, chuckling.

"So... why are you drinking so much?" she asked in a disappointed tone.

"I'm drinking so I don't have to deal with my feelings."

            "That's never a good idea, honey."

"I know... but it feels good to just not worry for some time..."

"That's the high speaking... soon you'll be puking and wishing you never drank anything in the first place." 

            "You might be right... you might be wrong. Who knows?" you asked jokingly, slurring your words.

Then you tried to walk back to the living room, nearly tripping.

"I've got you..." she said and held around you, guiding you, that's when you noticed that it was Scarlett.

"Someone should take care of her... and drive her home..." she said loudly, looking around the room, noticing that everyone was holding a drink in their hand, too inebriated to drive.

            "She can rest in my bed and sober up..." Brie said as she stood up and walked over to the two of you. When Scarlett let go, you nearly fell, but Brie wrapped her arm around your waist and started guiding you towards her bedroom, and you could hear the group of brawny men laughing.

"I don't need your help..." you said getting annoyed at her firm grip.

"You sure?" she asked chuckling.

            "Yes..." you scoffed, and she slowly let go, and you used the wall to steady yourself as you walked, your vision so blurry that you couldn't see what was in front of you.

You felt a door handle and tried to open it. "That's the bathroom," Brie informed you in a gentle voice.

"Let me help you..." Brie said and wrapped her arm around your waist again, guiding you further down the small hallway.

"It's in here..." she said, opening the door, and helped you over to the bed.

You sat there on the bed, looking at her, as the room felt like it was spinning. Then you felt her taking off your shoes.

            "I'm placing them right here... beside the bed," she informed you, like she was scared you'd think she was stealing them.

"Okay..." you mumbled, understanding that she didn't want to get muck in her bed.

"Do you want help taking off your jacket?" she asked in a soft voice.

            "Mhmm," was the sound that left your mouth.

She started undoing the buttons, and took it off you, and folded it, placing it on the chair beside her dresser.

"Pants too?" she asked as you sat there, staring out into space.

            "Mhhmm," you muttered out again, as your gaze landed on her again.

"Okay, you need to stand up now..."

You slowly stood up having a hard time keeping your balance, then you tried to unbutton your pants but failed miserably as your blurry vision screwed it up for you. Then you felt her hands meet yours, only to move them away so she could do it for you.

            "Thank you..." you whispered, as she dragged the pants down your legs, and you stumbled out of them, only to flop down on the bed, your head hitting the pillow.

She folded the pants and placed them on your jacket, walked back to you, and pulled the covers over you.

            "Night..." she said, while walking away and closed the door, and as soon as you closed your eyes you dozed off.

Then you woke up and felt someone beside you. Carefully you sat up, looking out the window, realizing that it was pitch black outside.

            Looking down at the woman beside you that slept peacefully was a weird experience. Your head was hurting, your hungover hitting you like a truck, but seeing her half naked beside you made you aroused.

You laid back down and tried to fall asleep again. Her hot breath hitting the side of your face time and time again.

            You shifted around, trying to find something else to focus on. She was sleeping only a few inches away from you and it didn't help that you could feel the warmth of her body radiating. She drove you crazy as her warmth went straight down to your core, making you even more aroused.

            You kept on shifting every few minutes. She was so close to you, and you clenched your thighs together, hoping that the throbbing sensation in your clit would just disappear. But it didn't, it only grew stronger.

A frustrated groan escaped your lips as you gave up finding a position to sleep in.

Then you felt movement beside you.

"Are you alright?" she asked groggily.

            "Yes... I'm sorry I woke you..." you apologized, clenching your legs once more, thankful that you faced away from her.

"Are you sure that you're okay?" she asked, not convinced.

"Yes... just... go back to sleep."

She placed her hand on your thigh under the covers and said, "if you're not feeling well, then I'm not going to sleep."

You softly moaned at her touch since she was so close to where you needed her. You cursed yourself for doing that, especially loud enough for her to hear.

She sat up and you could feel her eyes on you, like she was staring.

            "Turn around..." she said, in a stern voice. You only gulped, scared of her seeing how hot and bothered you were.

"Come on, turn around."

"No," you protested, nearly groaning at her words.

"Fine," she said, and then took ahold of your shoulder and pushed you down, so you laid on your back.

            "Your forehead..." she muttered out, "glistening because of sweat..."

Your breath hitched as she analyzed everything about you.

"Your breathing is uneven; your chest is moving fast. It seems like you've been awake awhile, and you're alert..."

"Did you just masturbate?" she asked, one eyebrow raised as she stared down at you.

"What?! No!" you yelled out, not believing she really had asked you that.

            "I wouldn't do that with you in the bed... that's creepy... a violation," you said covering your face with your hands.

"Then what's wrong?" she asked, trying to figure out why you were so on edge.

"Nothing!"

"You literally moaned when I touched you, what is going on with you?"

            "Just drop it... go back to sleep," you pleaded.

"Is this about what you said when you were drunk in the hallway?"

"Huh?" you answered confused.

"You don't remember?" she asked surprised, with a smirk on her face.

You went silent, you had no memories of talking to her in the hallway.

She hovered over you, leaning slightly down.

"What are you doing?" you asked as your eyes were frantically looking all over her face.

            "Did you mean it?" she asked, and her breath hit your face.

"Mean what?" you asked back, uncertain and scared of what you had said to her while being drunk.

She bit her lip, looking down at you.

"You said you wanted me badly, and that you needed me to touch you..." she explained, and a red flush covered your cheeks.

            "I stopped the whole thing, telling you that you were drunk, and I guess I was right, because you were so drunk you don't even remember it."

"Is that what's bothering you?" she asked, searching your face for answers.

You laid under her afraid to answer.

            "Do you need me to... touch you? Is that it?" she asked, and put her hand on your thigh again, softly massaging it.

You didn't dare to answer, scared that she'd stop if you said the wrong thing.

"Do you need me closer?" she asked, knowing you wouldn't say anything unless you wanted her to stop.

The pool of wetness between your thighs grew larger as her hand slowly crept closer to where you needed her.

"Do you need me... right here?" she asked, as she rubbed circles on your clit over your underwear.

            You let out a soft moan and gripped her t-shirt and pulled her down until her lips met yours. She was calm and collected, you were not. You kissed her like you'd never get the chance to again, hard, and desperate.

            She pulled away and chuckled. "So, you did mean it."

"Yes..." you mumbled, blushing.

She leaned down again, and teased you, her lips brushing yours, but not really touching. Every time you tried to close the gap she would pull slightly away, making you reach out for her only to slump back down again.

            "Don't do that..." you said as you once again stared up at her, pouting.

"Do what?" she asked, a smile tugging at her lips.

When she leaned down to tease you again, you placed your hands at her sides and stopped her from moving away. You carefully pressed your lips against hers, moving softly in sync with her. Slowly you let your hands slip under her t-shirt, roaming upwards, but you didn't dare to go higher than her toned stomach. She pulled away from you, looking at you with curiosity in her eyes.

            "What is it?" she asked as your hands had stopped and simply just rested right under her breasts.

"Nothing..." you stuttered, afraid of messing something up.

"You can touch me, y'know, I am as much yours as you are mine."

            "Okay..." you said, letting out a breath you didn't know you had held in.

Still, you didn't do anything. She pulled her t-shirt over her head threw it away behind her and looked down at how you stared at her chest.

"Like this..." she informed you, placing her hands on top of yours, making you grope her. Her soft flesh in the palm of your hands felt nice, but also wildly illicit.

You softly squeezed, massaging them, fondling her breasts, taking your time. Looking up at her you got flustered seeing her biting her lip, with her eyes closed.

            "Sensitive?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper, while sitting up.

"Mhm..." she mumbled, as you leaned down to meet her chest. You latched onto one of her breasts, sensually stimulating her skin with your tongue, softly nibbling at her nipple.

You then did the same to her other breast, savouring the feeling of her soft flesh on your tongue.

She looked so pretty, and she was warm and soft to the touch. Gently you pressed kisses from her breasts and up to her collarbone. Trying to feel every part of her. She tilted her head giving you access to her neck, and you placed sloppy wet kisses all over her sensitive skin.

            Lightly sucking, and nibbling at her skin, making small bruises on her flesh.

You softly kissed her jaw, and chin, until you finally pressed a gentle kiss on her lips.

She eagerly kissed you back, and you parted your lips, letting her slip inside. She was passionate and loving. Then she carefully started to unbutton your shirt and pulled away from your lips.

You pouted, but as soon as her forehead rested against yours, you smiled, brushing your nose with hers, making a small chuckle leave her mouth.

            Slowly, she undressed you, and threw your shirt away, her arms reached behind your back to unclasp your bra. She smirked as your breasts fell and threw your bra away too, then she carefully pushed you until you were laying on your back and she was hovering over you.

She leaned down, kissing you softly, making you moan into her mouth, your hands tugging at her hair. Making her way downwards, she pressed chaste kisses down your neck and collarbone until she could fondle with your breasts.

            She slowly licked your sensitive skin latching onto one of your breasts, only to do the same to your other breast, then she decided to sensually pinch your nipples, and watch intently as you squirmed under her.

Her hands trailed down your stomach and played with the hem of your underwear. Once again, she was teasing you because she had most definitely seen how soaked you were.

You pulled your underwear slightly down, and she removed your hands.

"So impatient..." she said, and you stared daggers at her, making her chuckle.

She intertwined one of her hands with yours, softly stroking your skin with her thumb.

            Soon enough she dragged your underwear down to your legs, giving her access.

Her slender fingers stroked your slit, gathering all your wetness.

"You weren't lying..." she said softly, chuckling afterwards.

"What?" you muttered out.

"You do need me to touch you..."

"Is this all you've thought about during the party?" she asked, digging for answers.

            "Pretty much..."

"Every time I laid my eyes on you, I got flustered... I remember you hugging me, talking on the couch, and when you placed your hand at my back... and when your fingers brushed mine when you gave me the glass of wine..."

"That's all you remember?" she asked, with her eyebrows raised in surprise.

All you did was nod as a response.

            "I'll give you something else to remember then..." she said, as her free hand found your core again. Her fingers slowly stimulated your clit, tender strokes making your legs twitch.

Your eyes met hers as her smile grew wider, she had you trembling under her in no time.

"Does this feel good?" she asked rhetorically, already knowing the answer.

You were so flustered you couldn't find any words to answer, so you nodded frantically.

            She leaned down, nibbling at your earlobe while she kept stimulating you.

"Does it feel good? Answer me, or I'll stop..." she whispered into your ear.

            "Yes... Brie, it does feel good... please don't stop."

"Then I won't stop... I promise," she whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek.

Soft moans escaped your lips as she added a bit more pressure. "Do you want me to go faster?" she asked, trying to figure out what you liked best.

"Yes," you muttered out, feeling her movements speed up almost instantly.

            "Do you like to be penetrated?" she asked in a gentle tone, which made you feel like saying yes would be illegal, even though you knew it wasn't, at all.

You kept silent. "Don't be embarrassed, tell me... I want to make you feel good..." she hummed, as she kept focusing on your clit.

            "Yes..." you admitted, looking at her, searching her face. "Do you want me to-" she tried to ask but you cut her off, "just fuck me... Brie, okay?" you said, cupping her face with your free hand, staring at her.

"No more questions, I just... I want you inside of me," you went on, and before you could do or say anything else, she slipped two fingers inside of you.

She chuckled as a shocked expression covered your face before you then hung your head backwards as she stretched you out for her. "Not so innocent, are you?" she asked in a playful manner.

            All you did was moan at her words and how her fingers were pumping into you at an aggressive speed. She went as deep as she could, only stopping at her knuckles. Then she curled her fingers, hitting the spot inside of you that made you squirm.

            "Right there..." you said in between moans, as her thumb kept stroking your clit for each thrust with her fingers.

"You look so pretty, taking my fingers so well..." she softly said, praising you.

"Think you can take one more finger?" she asked, and your gaze landed on her, fear hiding in your eyes.

            "I don't know..." you answered her truthfully.

"I think you can do it..." she said, as she pulled out of you, only to thrust three fingers inside of you, slowly, she stretched you out.

She looked absolutely mesmerized, as her fingers disappeared inside of you. As your legs started shaking, she was quiet, like she contemplated something, and you didn't know what.

Then you felt her add another finger. Your mouth fell wide open, a throaty moan leaving your lips as she was halfway fisting you. It felt like you were going to pass out.

            "Fuck!" you screamed out, squeezing her hand that she had intertwined with yours a long time ago.

"You're doing so well for me..." she said tenderly, leaning down to kiss you, but you just breathed against her lips, unable to do or say anything as she pushed you over the edge.

Your thighs clenched together, trapping her hand, as immense pleasure took over your body.

            A guttural moan filled the room as you gripped her arm, nails digging into her flesh, slowing down her movements. "Brie... that was..." you said in between heavy breaths, carefully removing your hand as she gently stimulated your clit, riding out your orgasm.

It was almost too much, but her lips pressing kisses all over your chest brought you back to reality as you tried to catch your breath.

"It was good, right? Painful at first, then bearable, and pure bliss?" she asked, looking down at you.

"Mhm..." you agreed with her. Then your hand started stroking her outside of her underwear, like she had done with you at first.

"You don't have to... I get it if you're tired," she said and laughed softly.

"But I want to..."

She only nodded at your words and dragged her underwear down her legs.

            "You're wet..." you said, as her wetness coated your fingers.

Chuckling at your observation, she quickly shut up as you stroked her clit.

She looked down at you while you focused on your hand.

            "That can't be a comfortable position..." you said, sitting up, pushing her down.

"Spread your legs..." you told her, and soon enough she did.

            "Wait, are you really gonna..." she tried to speak but moaned as you started to eat her out.  She grabbed your hair and pulled you closer if that was even possible.

Your tongue swirled around her clit, making her shudder in anticipation. You lapped up all her wetness with your tongue, then went back to stimulating her.

            She tasted sweet. It was expected.  

Her thighs cradled your face, keeping you in place. It was safe to say that she had wanted this, judging by how fast she was starting to come undone.

She used her arms to support herself and looked down at you, her eyes meeting yours as you kept eating her out.

            Then you started sucking on her clit, and she threw her head backwards, moaning as you pleasured her. She became a mess, her legs shaking, closing by instinct as she grinded forwards, meeting your tongue each time.

You moaned into her core, sending shiver down her spine.

Roughly tugging at your hair, not letting you pull away meant that she was getting closer. You kept stimulating her, until she came while shaking, a loud whimper leaving her mouth that sounded more like a strangled cry.

            You licked up all her juices and swallowed as she looked down at you. "Fuck..." she panted, and you crawled over to her, resting your head on her chest, both feeling and hearing the rapid beating of her heart.

            "I'm so glad that you got so drunk you had to stay..." she said, pulling the covers over you.

"Me too Brie... me too," you answered, kissing her breasts as she caught her breath.

"You should rest... you're going to be so hungover."

            "And sore..." you said with a chuckle. All you heard was her soft laugh as you closed your eyes, drifting off into a peaceful slumber while her hand stroked your back.

[squirrelno2]

@greenestcoat I mean this very genuinely you are my hero and also the fact that you asked about dance makes me so happy

I got into dance when my mom and grandma took me to see the Nutcracker at age three (a very classic story honestly) - I don't remember anything about the show itself but I remember standing in the lobby getting a Clara Christmas ornament from the gift shop and proclaiming I was going to be Clara someday

(I still haven't been Clara but I was the sugar plum fairy in my senior year of high school, which is also a partial answer to the question of my favorite performances)

I don't know if I have a favorite style? Ballet was my first love and getting on pointe is one of my proudest achievements, but jazz and contemporary were both hugely important to me growing up just in how I learned to be a person (long story but I had a good teacher and the styles really emphasize a kind of freedom to make mistakes that was really healthy for my very messed up childhood brain)

Honestly I'm always chasing any dance forms from the African diaspora, it's kind of a special interest of mine - I've done a variety of actually African dances, as well as jazz and tap and hip-hop (I love it and I'm bad at it oh my god never ask me to show you my hip-hop skills) and Afro-Brazilian and probably some others given what I got up to in college was mostly "take every style you can" - the history of these dance styles and the places where they share similarities is super fascinating to me and underappreciated in the dance world at large even though the Africanist aesthetic is present in every American dance form as well as forms around the world

(I spent one year learning about this stuff and now I don't shut up about it - anyway Brenda Dixon Gottschild is The author to read for info on that, I can't really do it justice at this stage in my education) (also gonna say everyone who's interested in the intersection of dance and race should look into Donald Byrd's work because it's his fault I'm Like This)

My fondest dance memories are the messy ones - the time we rehearsed our pointe piece my junior year of high school in front of parents and other dancers, only for me to fall down doing a piqué arabesque directly towards the audience, and then I got up so quickly even my teacher had no idea it happened; sugar plum dress rehearsal where my leotard strap broke and the only thing keeping me from a nip slip in front of my classmates was a nude leotard, and I being a weirdo dancer finished the whole thing before dealing with it; the time the music stopped halfway through our selections from Giselle and so we finished the whole piece by dancing first in silence and then to the music that was two minutes behind us when it restarted (also the only time I danced the part I was understudy for in that piece. Sigh)

I like the mistake moments, clearly. It's fun to mess up and realise you can just keep going

[encoreofnihility]

◆CHAPTER 1|:ENKO LAVENDEL

THE THE TRUTH OF A LIE

Enko 8 years old

*Enko wakes up*

Enko:*yawns*

Enko's mom:Enkolette come here sweetie

Enko:Ok mom!

*Enko runs down the stairs*

Enko:What is it mom?

Enko's mom:Well today instead of playing around you are going to start villain school, doesn't that sound fun!

Enko's mind:Villain school?!But I want to be a hero!

Enko:Y-Yeah that sounds fun HAHAH

Enko's mom: Wonderful!Now hurry up and get dressed before your late, I'll be in the car

Enko:Ok mom

*Enko gets dressed and goes to the car*

*They reach the school*

Enko's mom:Are you ready Enkolette

Enko:Yeah mom …

*Enko gets out of the car and enters school*

Alright I have um..Oh right I have Fighting practice?

*Enko walks into fighting practice*

Enko's teacher: Everyone stop,this is our new student Enkolette,say hi everyone

The class:Hello Enkolette

*Some of the kids laugh at her name*

Bully 1:pfft what kind of name is Enkolette

*Enko starts to get embarrassed but continues with her classes*

*5 years later*

Enko 12 years old

*Enko kicks her opponent*

Enko:phew that was a close one

Bully 1:Don't think your good just because I lost this one "Enkolette"

Enko:Oh shut up you weirdo

Enko's teacher: Enkolette you don't use that language in school premises,go see the principal

*Enko goes to the principal*

The principal: Enkolette you need to stop acting up like this,before you were never like this what's the matter with you?

Enko:Don't expect an answer your all just annoying,I never wanted to come to this school in the first place.

*The principal sighs*

The principal: Just go to your next lesson enko

*3 years later*

Enko 15

*Enko walks into her house*

Enko's dad:Enko that you?

Enko:yeah dad it's just me

*Enko sighs*

Enko's dad:Enko what's the matter?

Enko:I'm just sick of being bullied just because of my name it's starting to piss me of

Enko's dad:well you finish school in 3months I'm sure you can hang on till there sweetie

Enko:Yeah I guess your right

*Enko smiles*

Enko: I'll be in my room if you need me

Enko's dad: alright sweetie

*2 months later*

*Enko wakes up*

Enko: Another boring day for "Enkolette"

*Enko shouts*:Hey dad can you drive me to school

Enko's dad:Of course Enko get ready and I'll be in the car

Enko:Thanks dad

*Enko gets dressed and gets into the car*

Enko:thanks alot dad

Enko's dad: don't worry about it Enk,just make sure you don't get into trouble in your last month

Enko: Alright dad for you I wo-

*The car crashes into a van*

*1 hour later*

*Enko starts to wake up*

Enko:What happened?

Enko:DAD!

Nurse: Don't worry Enkolette your dad is just fine but he will be in the hospital for a couple of years

Enko:Is there any way for him to get better sooner?

Nurse:Yes but it's a treatment what will cost quite a bit

*Enko stays at the hospital for a while*

Enko:Dad I think it's time I get back home

Enko's dad:Yeah *cough*don't worry about me though my little enko*cough*

Enko:You know I will *giggles*

*They smile*

*Enko enters her house*

*Enko falls to the ground and bursts out crying*

Enko:God…if you hear this please…please help me and my father,I know what we do isn't good but I promise you I'll do anything for my father to be happy again I know you exist I believe In you so please….please help me…..

*6 months pass*

Enko 16

Enko:I should have known that God wouldn't do anything.We don't deserve this..I stopped being a villain for you god and you don't help me!

*Enko cry's*

Enko:I'm never going to believe in a god again…

*1 month later*

*Enko is walking around Koralle-Meer and bumps into someone*

Enko:I-Im so sorry I didn't mean to here let me help you pick those up

Taruaki Haishin:No,No it's quite alright please let me

Enko's mind:Woah she's so pretty?

*Enko starts to blush*

Enko:Oh ok..

Enko:Wait, I think I've seen you somewhere?I HAVE! YOUR APART OF NULLUS DEUS

Taruaki:Why yes I am

Enko: Perfect! I've been looking to join NULLUS DEUS actually

Taruaki:Oh really?what's your reason

Enko;I've always wanted revenge on God

Taruaki:Well you have come to the right place!

[mariomarc]

Once again I'm looking at posts about FWA and casual group sex that was had, and like

I think its making me anxious(?), perhaps because I'm feeling jealousy or longing, I don't know what the right word would be.

Honestly for the longest time, because of a complete lack of socialization, and too early access to porn, I've had a very skewed view of sex, and I hate it.

Its hard for me to not see it sometimes as "fucking", I guess if I want to put it as porn would tell me in one word, or that thing that couples do which is slow and intimate. Those two views obviously aren't mutually exclusive or wrong, but somehow I never saw it as just a thing people can do for just fun, casually, as friends even.

I think I've always struggled with the concept of sex, I am a horny, sexual being, but there are times when my worries or anxieties have made me go so far as to think, "I don't want to have sex", "I won't do it right", "it will feel weird", "its too much work", and I feel awful

I don't want to feel stressed about the concept of sex, it really shouldn't be.

But god, I didn't even have proper long term friends till my 20s, I spent all of my youth just thinking everyone my age was stupid, and that everything they liked or did for fun was stupid, I'm above those other teenagers because I don't drink or party or have a relationship.

I was frankly a shithead growing up, I just never said any of this outloud.

Now I'm 28, finally have friends i care about and want to keep in my life, I have a fucking boyfriend, and I guess I just want to experience and experiment.

I spent so much of my life cooped up not wanting to know what was there, thinking everyone was wrong, and now I finally understand whats out there.

I just want to be open, be me, have some casual sex with nice people, be a weirdo, maybe be a freak, just stop worrying so much and enjoy my life, and find what I want out of it.

This is all a bit horny on main, but fuck it, I'm a fucking adult, anyone following should be a fucking adult, we can talk about sex like adults.

I want to go to a convention with my boyfriend, dress up in a collar and a skirt, arm warmers and thigh highs, and have some fun with weird people who just want to have fun.

There is no form to this, I'm just ranting, but fuck I just want to openly be a fucking freak and enjoy it.

Thank you if you made it this far.

[clowngremlin]

i will lowkey always be that weird emo 13 year old who wore a red tie and black shirt to the grade 7 dance because he wanted to look like revenge era gerard way and billie joe armstrong, like i peaked when i was 13