#im just a sick fuck ab it leave me alone

[narcpocalypse]

The fact that I'm so praise deprived that I'm looking forward to possibly having cancer 💀 npd die please thank u so much 💞💖

[chiistarri]

what if instead of messaging me in the middle of the night about your stupid fucking girlfriend and your stupid fucking problems with her you actually act like my fucking friend and message me like how you message everyone else in our group

[hp-hcs]

i love ur fics sm omf.....

i am massively abnormal and mentally ill so thinking ab yan theo and mattheo with a gryffindor reader, clearly toxic but in which reader tries to break up with them .... failing miserably and just getting manipulated by them about how he's gonna get hurt and everyone but them wants to hurt him. he refuses to believe which just makes them go take the violent route since he was making it hard for them 🙁

and could i possibly be 🦦 anon? hope im not bothering, have a nice day or night !! <3

of course you can, lovely 🦦 anon!!

i absolutely adore the amount of angst in this request

also no i totally didnt base a lot of this on my own ex bf what no thatd be crazy

abuse warning! stay safe!!

toxic — yandere! manipulative! theodore nott x gn! reader x yandere! manipulative! mattheo riddle

requests open

‼️heavy abuse warning‼️

(physical, verbal, emotional, & psychological; lots of manipulation and gaslighting)

U.S. National Domestic Violence Hotline: 800-799-7233

Text line: Text START to 88788

YOU DESERVE SAFETY. YOU ARE NOT ALONE.

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“We’re breaking up. I can’t do this anymore.”

Theodore looked up at you quizzically from where he was reading on the couch. “Hm?”

“I’m breaking up with you. Both of you.”

“Oh, darlin’,” Mattheo sighed, shaking his head. “We can’t in good conscience let you do that.”

“See, here’s the thing, Matty,” you laugh humorlessly. “I don’t care.”

“But baby,” Theo said softly, his eyebrows furrowing as he looked at you with puppy dog eyes.

You steeled yourself as you started to feel the melting effects of that damn expression of his. “I can’t. Not anymore. It’s too fucking exhausting.”

“What is, baby?” Theodore pleaded, reaching out to grab your hand. “Tell us so we can fix it.”

The urge to shy away from this conversation, to apologize profusely for trying to leave, and to shove all of your emotions down until you felt numb again was overwhelming.

Theo rubbed the knuckles of your hand with his thumb. “Baby…”

You took a breath and steeled yourself again. “The everything, Theo. The lying. The cheating. The benders every weekend. The screaming at each other and the ghosting me. The waiting for me to come crawling back to you. Begging you to take me back every fucking time. Apologizing for everything even when it wasn’t my fault.”

“Ba-”

“No. I’m talking right now. The manipulation. The love bombing. I’m sick of it. I’m. Done.”

“Now, c’mon, darlin’,” Mattheo said placatingly. “Don’t be like that. You know none of that was our fault.”

“None? You slept with half of our year while we were dating.”

“Are,” Theo corrected. “Are dating.”

“Cute. No.”

“Baby, who else could possibly love you as much as we do?” Mattheo pouted, reaching out for your wrist and using it to tug you down onto his lap.

You stiffened, trying to free your wrist from his slowly tightening grasp. “Literally anyone. It’s not like you guys do anything.”

“Don’t do anything? Sweetheart, we protect you,” Theo chuckled with a sharp smile.

“Oh yeah?” You scoffed, managing to free your wrist and get out of Mattheo’s lap. “Protect me from who?”

“There’s a lot of bad people out there, doll. People who’d want to hurt you if they got the chance.”

“What, like you?”

“We’ve never laid a hand on you, sweetheart. Not once,” Mattheo sneered the last word like a curse, his greedy hands reaching out to snatch your arm again.

You flinched minutely, stepping back from his grasping hands. “I don’t care. We’re over, whether you like it or not.”

“Oh, stop it, darlin’,” Theo cooed patronizingly, standing up from the couch and crowding into your space. “You need us. Who else would care about you as much as we do? Who else would want you?”

“I. Don’t. Care.” You gritted out, shoving at his chest.

The boys shared a look—one you couldn’t quite read.

Suddenly, Theodore caught your jaw in his hand, squeezing tight. “You’d better shut up, sweetheart. Before one of us gets mad.”

“Dude, are you threatening me? I wi-”

Your sentence was cut off by a harsh slap.

You froze, mouth hanging open.

Your hand slowly went to your stinging cheek as you stared at him with wide, disbelieving eyes.

Theo at least had the tact to look guilty. “Baby- baby, I’m so sorry- it was an accident, I swear.”

You didn’t move, still processing what had just happened.

“Sweetheart? Darlin’, I’m sorry. I really am. You were just making me so mad…It was an accident, swear. It’ll never happen again, promise,” he cooed gently, stooping down to cup your cheeks in his hands with utter gentleness and care.

He hissed sympathetically when you flinched back from the pressure on your already-reddening cheek, gently stroking his thumb over it.

As you looked up at his apologetic and remorseful expression, you could feel a flicker of tenderness as you were reminded of the sweet boy you fell in love with in the first place.

“It’s okay, Theo,” you whispered, your words betrayed by the way your voice cracked. You swallowed thickly, blinking back the tears that threatened to spill from your eyes. “It was an accident.”

Theo made a show of sighing in relief. “Thank you, darling. But now you know to shut your mouth, don’t you baby? You know I don’t wanna hear you fucking saying that shit again, mhm?”

You just nodded mechanically.

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hey! guess what! it absolutely will happen again! if your partner ever hits you, call a friend to come get you and then leave. it’s not worth it to stay, trust me.

to my taglisters! i haven’t tagged you in this due to its sensitive content. you know your boundaries and limits better than i do. stay safe.

— hp-hcs xx

[swamiiyasssss]

General HCs: Simon 'Ghost' Riley 😘

M/F dynamics. Reader is Female. No GN, sorry!

NSFW/SFW ( mostly NSFW ngl 💀)

Starting off strong, man is a chronic pussy slapper. Like, he can't get enough of it, the way your clit is so puffy and soft, and loves the way your eyes roll back at the slight sting from his fingers 😮‍💨

Has about two pet names for you: 'love' and 'princess'. Ik brits call each other 'love' platonically as well, so if he sees any of the 141 calling u that as well..... let's just say looks can kill.....

I think he'd actually like to get with someone who's in the military with him, and shares the same experiences. That doesn't mean hes not scolding you, or worried about you getting in harms way.

Also i'd like to imagine both of you are lieutenants.

The power struggle...The sexual tension, it can cut steel. Everyone at briefing is always confused.

" 10 quid they're gonna fuck by next week." Soap whispers to Gaz.

"20 quid they're gonna kill eachother." Gaz rolls his eyes.

But when you lovebirds do get past the initial disagreement, you're all over eachother.

Simon loves marking you, especially between your thighs. Sucking on the supple flesh, leaving hickies, bitemarks of different purple shades, so that only he can see it.

You got a bit of a blood kink ngl. Simon's the type of fella who gets nosebleeds every two minutes, so you're always straddling him, cleaning his nose with a tissue, doting over him.

"You look so hot right now.." You admit. He smirks. "You're sick."

DAD-BOD SIMON. I REPEAT, DAD-BOD SIMON😭😭😭🙏🙏🙏🙏

He's still fit, don't get me wrong, still all muscle and ab's, but he just has a bit of glorious pudge on his stomach, and way his thighs are so thick, it leave an ache between your thighs after every time you two fuck.

You got a raging voice kink too. His gruff, sultry, deep voice can get you off in a minute. Senior Citizen Simon is definitely oblivious tho.

But he....im imagining an ethnic reader...He definitely has a voice kink too. The wonders your native tongue does to him, oh, he could listen to you talk for hours.

Although Simon's is a true bred Englishman who needs his cup of classic English tea, he actually prefers your homecountry's special type of tea( if you have one.) Call it Chai, Po Cha, Cha Yen, Matcha, Bubble tea, Teh Tarik, Touareg/Maghrebi Tea, anything!!!! ( My man is Welsh, and he adores chai, so a bit of inspiration from there 🥰)

Is unsure about the whole kids thing at first, but that's all over when he finds out you want him to put a whole baby in you. No, seriously, he short-circuits one day when you whispered into his ear. "Wanna help make me a mommy, Simon?" Immediately ditches the stupid condoms, and straight up breeds you. Retirement never looked so promising.

"Can't wait to see you swollen and full of me, darling." He grips onto your thighs. "Waiting for the mini-you's running around the house. God I hope they get your stubborn heart."

It's hard for the both of you to leave your military habits at the door, so the bedroom becomes a warzone. Both of you are raging switches, constantly fighting, and giving in to each other's dominations. Ugh, it's a beautiful struggle.

Definitely a Motorcycle guy. And with your obv mask kink, he likes to sometimes fuck you in his Motorcycle helmet. Usually his ghost mask, but sometimes one needs a change.

But it's an unspoken agreement to never put his mask on around you when you two are alone. Its his way of showing his affection, his vulnerability towards you and only you. He's already insecure as it is, but when you're with him, all his problems disappear.

That's all! Please leave comments, reposts, and likes. Love you pookies 😘😘😘😘😘💋💋💋💋

[oxooxxoooxxx]

like when u zoom out and actually take a look at the bigger picture rofl . the fact that i wasn’t even talking to this man at all really recently . and he messages me saying he’s watching me even after i had changed my camera password . im thinking im just alone in my house w my friend . im like no you’re not . there’s absolutely no way that’s possible . then he literally repeats to me in a message something i said out loud . literally watches me do hard drugs and fuck a random drug dealer in my bed . i feel sick thinking about it . i feel like i got raped . or let myself get raped . i let someone rape me for him so he could watch . he said "its my favorite thing youve ever done for me." he said "you have no idea the level of obsession youve unlocked from me." like i can’t even talk about how bad it was coming off of it . i was sobbing in the fetal position in the bathtub for 20 hours straight . whispering it’s ok to myself . im literally audibly and visually hallucinating for like three days afterwards . and so much stuff i still don’t know if it was real . i heard my cameras in the living room and the kitchen clicking on and off over and over for like 10 minutes straight while i was sitting at my desk. but then i thought later maybe it was just the fucking crackling noise on some rain and fireplace sound i had on the tv . i hallucinated for days straight that the discord icon for someone offline was subtly changing . rotating through variants of slightly different gray dots on an icon . that would subtly change when someone was actually off the app vs just invisible with discord open . which would subtly change to a different one when someone came back actually online . which seemed like it actually was kind of accurate because when it would “change” you’d usually start typing soon after . so this person takes this opportunity to like rekindle talking to me a lot bc im absolutely having a psychotic break and he stays with me to “take care of me” . but during that time also starts telling me ab all his problems w his real life girlfriend . like i don’t want to hear this fuckin shit . like get male friends u fucking disgustingly filthy jersey trash bisexual gutter whore . then on like the third day after when my brain is like 1% more stable just circles back and tells me he’s logged into all of my shit. he tells me he’s only doing it because he loves me too much . so that even when i try to leave him i can’t . so he can still see me . so he can still see inside of me . then he’s referencing things in my texts . like in my imessage . making little fucking references . i know he is . it doesn’t matter how crazy it sounds . that’s what these kind of ppl do to u . they make u sound crazy . they make u feel crazy . then once im more sober just goes back to his cycle of fucking his gf every weekend and only talking to me during the week . and leaving half the weeknights anyway . like it’s so far beyond gone bro . what power do i even have . to delete someone off discord. while they can still see everything . it’s fucking insane . it’s violating . i wanted him to fucking love me normally . not love bomb me and then gradually pull away while doing whatever the fuck he wants and compulsive lying about it but trying to manipulate me to still get whatever the fuck he wants out of me . why couldn’t i just have what i want just ONE time ? why would someone do this to someone ? i cant physically imagine what the fuck i could’ve ever done to attract that level of psychopathy other than literally being raised and horrifically abused by two psychotics . it’s just sick . and there’s no way out . because that’s what i attract . and worse, that’s what im atttacted to . that’s how i knew he loved me . that’s the ONLY way i knew . that level of devotion , obsession , addiction . i never wanted the pain . he pretended i wanted him to put me in pain . i wanted him to LOVE ME . i wanted you to fucking love me . and this is what you did . i just can’t take any more pain .

[ssorenz]

POISON

ain’t nothin’ better for me now, than your poison baby..

cw!!- perv!chosokamo x fem!reader, panty stealing, switchy(?), facesitting, edging (sort of), unprotected sex, piv, creampie, NOT proofread, 2.4k wc, mdni!

this is an original work and was written and published by @ssorenz on tumblr. this is my work, do not steal.

when choso kamo received an email saying he’d soon be rooming with someone else, he didnt expect you to be so…

bitter.

“ugh.” you rapped on his door. music was blasting from chosos door while you were on the phone, and it was disrupting your conversation. “is that what you waanntt? youuuuu…” you heard maki sing along to the lyrics. you shot her a glare through the camera while she giggled. you knocked once again, harder and louder this time. “i swear if he doesnt open up right now i-”

“huh?” choso questioned as he opened the door. he towered over you, was shirtless, toned abs glistening, wearing nothing but a pair of gray sweatpants, hanes boxers peeking from underneath. his black hair was down and damp, instead of his usual ponytails, partially covering his brown droopy eyes. it was quite obvious he had finished showering, the smell of strong cologne filling your nostrils. “um, i…” you shook your head, attempting poorly to keep your composure. “look, im on the phone. could you please turn your, er, emo, loser music down?” you sneered.

“oh, sure..” he mumbled, closing the door behind him. you rolled your eyes in disbelief, returning to your room.

choso lowered the volume on his “emo” music, then sat back in his gaming chair, continuing his business. before you had disrupted him.

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“mmgh, haah~” he moaned. he had just finished showering, now laying in bed with his cock in one hand, and your lacy white panties in another. he pumped his hand on his length, squeezing slightly, trying to imitate the tightness of your cunt. he brought his pantied filled hand up to his nose, taking in your wonderful scent. again, wishing it was you. wishing it was you sitting on his face. oh, he'd eat you so good, you'd stop with that bitchy attitude of yours. stop treating him like this, acting so hard to get. choso could feel himself getting close, picking up the pace while stroking his cock.

bang bang bang! he shot up in his bed, dropping everything, startled. he could make out your voice behind the door, getting up and hurrying to put his boxers and sweats back on. he heard your knocks once more, interrupting them by opening his door. your annoyed expression told him everything, but was he even paying attention to your words? no. not at all. his eyes laid upon your beautiful figure, your white tank hugging your tits perfectly, gray sweatpants that contoured your hips and thighs. his eyes moved up towards your perfect lips, blabbering away about some “phone….loser music…down?” he zoned back in, nodding. “oh. sure.”

fuck. the way you talked to him. it drove him wild. the way you would lecture him for leaving the toilet seat up, yelling when he would leave windows open during the cold hours of the night, sickness surprising you the morning after, and obviously, blasting his loud music. the way your lips fixed when you called him stupid, or a dumbass, it made him feel so small. he loved it. how you made someone as big as him, feel so little compared to yourself.

choso was gone for the day, leaving you peacefully alone in the shared dorm. you decided to pick up on some chores, you had nothing better to do since you had caught up on all of your due assignments. picking up your soiled clothes, you noticed that a majority of undergarments were missing. you checked high and low, behind the washer and dryer, underneath your bed, everywhere.

except for one place. chosos bedroom.

you doubted they would be in there, but you had to go into there anyways to pick up his dirty laundry. you opened his door, his sweet smell hitting your nose. his room was surprisingly neat, his bed was made, carpet was vacuumed, night stand was littered with a gum wrapper and two books. his gaming chair was tucked neatly into the desk, clothing hamper next to it, halfway filled with his clothing.

you picked it up, about to leave his room when a white cloth caught your eye. it was peeking from his desk drawer, with a familiar lacy patterning. what the hell?! are those…my panties? you thought to yourself. opening the drawer a bit farther, you realized..they were. the same missing panties you were looking for. your heart raced, thoughts whizzing in and out of your mind. those same thoughts paused when you heard the door behind you click open.

“w-what are you doing?”

“i could ask you the same thing!” you shrieked. “you stole my panties! youre- youre a freak!” you yelled at him, furious. “i, um… look i can explain..” choso stammered, a red blush creeping on his cheeks. his hands became clammy as sweat beads dripped down his face, onto his eyebrow piercings. “yeah? then fucking explain this!” you walked up to him, shoving your panties into his face. “you stealing my panties? what are you, some kind of perv-”

chosos lips stole your voice, making you quiet immediately. his hands around your waist, pulling you closer, whimpering into the kiss. pulling away, you looked at his face, scanning his expression. his hungry eyes bored into yours, lips quivering.

“i-i’m sorry, ‘really am..” he whined. you could feel something poking your stomach. was that..you looked down. yep. “you’re really hard? ugh, you really are a freak.” you said. instead of being annoyed, you were surprisingly turned on, cursing yourself. you shoved him onto his bed, his legs spread while he sat back. his pants made it easy to make out the large imprint of his member. damn, how big is he?! you stared in awe, taking in the sight before you. “is something wrong?” he murmured nervously, his chest heaving. “no...you said you're really sorry right?” you asked him, an idea popping into your head. “y-yes ma’am, im sorry n’ i promise it wont happen again..” he stuttered. “then prove it.”

you kneel down before him, bringing down the waistband of his pants. his boxers perfectly outlined the length and thickness of his restrained cock. placing your hand on it, you slowly started to stroke him through his underwear. choso let out a whiny sigh, locking his eyes on you, feeling his body tense. you tugged off his boxers, his member freeing itself at last. the first thing that caught your eye was his swollen, reddish pink tip, beads of precum dripping. the base of his cock was stiff, a vein or two decorating it. it wasn’t too big lengthwise, but god his girth was incredible. you took him in your hands and started lapping at the tip, earning a breathy whine from his parted lips. you started going faster, feeling his tip start to pulsate against your tongue. “fuck, m’gna.. cumm..” choso groaned. you knew this, but instead of letting him feel the sweet sensation of relief, you stopped.

“w-wha..? why’d you stop?..”

“this is your punishment for stealing my panties, loser. hopefully itll teach you a lesson or two.” you told him. “now, kneel on the floor and open your mouth…”

choso obeyed almost immediately, opening his mouth at your request. you slid off your shorts, revealing your bare pussy. as much as you tried to hide it, choso noticed that it was practically sopping wet. aligning yourself with his mouth, you sat on his face, a moan abruptly leaving your lips. choso wasted no time and got to work.

he was no pro, but he had been with a few girls before to know a bit about what he was doing. he flicked his tongue against your bud, swirling circles around the sensitive little spot. you cooed in pleasure, grabbing his hair, trying to force his tongue deeper into your hole to relieve the ache down there. your juices coated his chin, slowly dripping down his neck. you were so messy, but choso didn’t care. he dreamed of having you on top of him like this, groaning and whining on his mouth. you started to shake a little, but he grabbed a tight hold of your plush thighs to balance you. looking down, you saw his deep brown eyes, pooling into yours, filled with lust and hunger. he then started sucking at your clitoris, making your whole body shiver with pleasure. your heart started racing and you could feel your breath hitching. you were close. so close to cumming into the mouth of your roommate who you swore you hated. everything about it felt so naughty.

“r-right there cho..” you cried out, as he ghosted his tongue along your pretty pussy. he was surprised at this new nickname choice you had came up with for him. cho…that’s a first.

“m’close..im gonna-“ you shut your eyes as tight as you could, hips bucked into his mouth as you reached your peak. choso quickly drunk it up, savoring your sweet taste. “mmm, you taste s’good, miss..” choso murmured, making your cheeks flush. you released his hair from the tight grasp of your palms, and dismounted his face. you now sat on top of him, in a straddling position, rubbing your still sensitive area against his. circling your hips against him earned you a soft hiss of pleasure from his mouth.

“you want me to put it in?” you teased, holding his tip just infront of your entrance. choso nodded, his greedy eyes rolling back a bit. “well, you’ve been so naughty lately.. i need to hear you say it. tell me how badly you want to be inside of me..” you purred into his ear.

“i wanna be in you so badly, miss. need to feel how tight and warm you are, please ma’am.. ill make you feel so good, just pleasee…” the young man pleaded beneath you. he was so needy, so desperate. you slowly started to sink down onto his member, wincing from how thick he was. you were worried he was going to break your insides as he went deeper and deeper, your mouth going agape from how good it felt. choso leisurely started thrusting into you, quickly grabbing ahold of your hips, his cock being swallowed by warmth. you felt him start to mold your walls, the thickness filling your hole up completely.

“mmnagh, you feel so good…” you groaned while feeling your brain turn to mush. chosos cheeks turned a light red, surprised at how quickly you melted infront of him. taking advantage of this, he increased the pace, causing more poorly muffled moans to spill from your mouth, but quickly shutting you up by interlocking his lips on yours. he held your face sweetly, continuing his thrusts, making them slightly faster now. he pulled away, moving his lips onto your neck, sucking slightly.

“w-what are you doing?!” you tried to yell, which failed poorly, making it turn into a moan. his cock rutted in and out of your slit, grazing against your g-spot. “marking my mama..” choso panted heavily.

the sound of your skin slapping against his filled his room, drowning out the music that was playing in the background. rhythmic sounds of pwap, pwap, pwap, rung in your ears, making you clench around him.

“s’t-tight…gonna cum…” he shakily breathed out, long black eyelashes fluttering as his thrusts became sloppier by the second. you felt a tightness in your stomach, indicating that your high was approaching as well.

“mm, me too!…” you gasped, bouncing on his cock, as your vision went hazy. “cum inside of me, p-please.. i need it…” you begged the raven haired man beneath you, making him lose his mind completely. the band in your stomach popped as you rode out your high, feeling chosos essence seep into your sensitive cunt. his eyes rolled back as he thrusted deeply a few more times, making sure his seed wouldn’t drip out of you.

you rested your head onto his shoulder as he did the same, your breaths being the only thing the two of you could hear. choso pecked your cheek as he told you, “you’re so pretty, mama…m’sorry..”

“i-its okay..” you managed to mumbled out, making a small smirk decorate the young mans face.

“maybe i should steal your panties more often then.”

[voidbeomgyu]

7:06AM: ive been so inactive bc classes just started again, but ive come back to release my anxiety ab this man at the bus stop. im literally in the bus rn but at the stop i was waiting and then some man ive never talked to before pulls up and starts talking to me. ((for context my class starts at 7:15am and i take the 6am bus bc the next bus is at 7am and id be late by a few right but sometimes idc ab being late cos im tired so i take the 7am bus, like today))

so ive seen this fool like mayb two times before ,i cant remember but he never talked to me until today when he walked to the stop and asked me "arent you cold?" cos all i have on rn are my sweatpants and a tshirt over a white longsleeve cos my first class is a body conditioning class im gonna warm tf up right. but i was like "uh aha a little" and he laughed or whatever and then just kept talking like bro im literally trying to text my "more than friends" friend rn leave me alone. he asked if im going to school rn and BRUH MEN MAKE ME BLANK OUT LIKE MY MOUTH GOES ON AUTO PILOT SO MY DUMBASS SAID YES.

ive had some not good at all experiences with men and boys around my age before so idk, ig over time my axiety just got worse? anyway he was like "college? [state] state?" and i omg i was like "no just college ahah" and the nearest one is like the ONLY ONE SO HE CONNECTED THE DOTS TO WHICH SCHOOL I GO TO OBV. i even told him my name bc im DUMB. but like im wearing my bracelets rn right (i make and wear kandi ((pony bead bracelets))) and the one on my wrist has my name on it and so does the phone charm thing i made. so i like noticed him eyeing it and was like FUCK I CANT EVEN LIE ARRGRGRHHR COS LIKE I COULD SAY IT WAS A FRIEND OR FAMILY MEMBER NAME RIGHT BUT WHY WOULD I HAVE MY PHONE CHARM SAY SOMEONE ELSE'S NAME RIGHT GRRRARRGGRGSGR

after he would finish a thought id turn to look forward to the road again and look down at my phone to text my friend right so it would be silent for like 2 second and then BOOM HE STARTS TALKING AB HOW HE GOT HIS LISENCE SUSPENDED FOR THREE YEARS BC HE KEPT BREAKING THE LAW AND GETTING TICKETS IM LOSING MY MIND WHY WOULD I NEED TO KNOW THIS??!??? he was like yea thats why im taking the bus now and have to wake up so early and im sitting there like 😀👍

i had my mask on bc paranoia yardy kno (tmi i have the covid vaccine and two boosters and i still got sick but i didnt die so cool it did what it was supposed to ((tmi tmi my body is so weak when i was in 5th grade i almost died from an infection spreading up my arm to my heart from a PLAYGROUND WOODCHIP SPLINTER IN MY FINGER...))) so like i wear masks bc i dont wanna get sick by ANYTHING EVEN JUST A COLD OR SOMETHING IDC IDC im happy for that tho cos 1. man does not know what my face looks like and 2. face warm

OKAY ANYWAYS when he found out my name he paused for a second and asked who my dad was and i was like ...what so he said something like his ex's brother had a daughter named [MY NAME BRUH] and i was like 😀👍 aaahawggagwggs so he thought i was her or something. i was like oh okay haha and then turned back around like ive been doing to try and end the conversation right, but like we are waiting at the bus stop yk so theres gonna be cars that pass by and its gonna get loud especially rn everyone is going to work. but since it was loud ig i didnt hear him?? cos suddenly his voice is like way louder than before right so i turn and hes like A FOOT AWAY FROM MY FACE IM AARGRHEGR WHY. he said his name i forgot what it was i wasnt paying attention cos i was like 😦 but it think it was michael, so michael if u ever see this ur weird.

anyway then he said something like "you know what's cool?" and bruh i literally saw my life flash before my eyes. why? idk but that sounds so ????? like scary ???? but i was like "uh sure" and then he went on this tangent about being in the navy and that he got to travel the world like three? idk how many times but he was telling me wheres hes been like naming the countries right

i was just sitting there being my polite little self bc i was raised to no matter what respect when someone is speaking to you in a conversation even if u dont wanna be there. like for when someone older than you is speaking to you i mean and this guy was OOOOOLDER THAN ME faded brown hair covered in grey, brown grey fluffy stash, he looked like maybe early-mid fifties but could pass for being like 70 im being so fr. anyway yea im being polite even tho im like so uncomfortable bc thats just what i do idk😭 it was def obv how uncomfortable i was tho i was fidgeting SO much like shaking both my legs, picking at the skin around my fingers, and trying to end the conversation multiple times. but he just kept going😭

but after that whole idk how long tangent ab navy stuff he suddenly asked (after i turned around to stop talking to him ofc) how old i was like "how old are you if you dont mind me asking?" and so i was like scared but also kinda relieved cos i get comments a lot about how much younger AND how much older i look bc ig i just present myself more mature??? even tho my style and stuff isnt like super mature or anything ppl ive talked to like teachers/parents/classmates who are older than me, like mid twenties to late thirties tell me that they thought i was so much older when im actually like a baby. its only ppl my age that say i look younger right, so i was like oh maybe he thinks im like way older or something?? like im wearing a backpack and a little tote with stuff so it looks like im going to school, but he asked if im attending college or a four year uni meaning he thought i was a little older (or at least he just didnt mention a thought of me being in high school? mayb cos im taking the public bus and not a school bus idk). i said the truth bc I HAD HOPE IDK BRUH LIKE IKKKK I RLLY SHOULD NOT HAVE HAD ANY HOPES BC A MAN IS A MAN AND IF U GET WEIRD VIBES THEN THEY ARE PROB VERY MUCH CORRECT BUT IDK😭😭😭

anyway i told him like yea im 18 and when i tell you his face lit up like LIT UP. i was gonna be sick like why are you smiling so hard at me being so young like he was giddy ab it too like STOPPPP. he was like "woww getting your education earlyyy thats awesome" and tbh idk how to take comments like that bc idk hs at least in my state is like "go to college or university immediately after highschool" and during senior year we have stands up to help us apply for schools and stuff so i dont rly see me being 18 at college early or anything so i just sat there like "😀👍 thanks" IM USING THAT EMOJI COMBO A LOT BUT DAWG ISTG THAT WAS LITERALLY ME THE WHOLE DAMN TIME IM SO FR

i was thinking to myself like WHY IS THIS BUS TAKING SO DAMN LONG PLEASEEEE😭😭😭😭😭 but it arrived eventually and he got on first and sat allllll the way at the back. i always sit near the front bc its just easier ig idk but i was like so relieved bruh while i was sitting there listening to him i was thinking like oh my god P L E A S E do not sit next to me to keep our conversation going i want to sit in silence and be CALM. IM LITERALLY A BROKE COLLEGE DANCE MAJOR STUDENT IM SO PHYSICALLY AND MENTALLY TIRED AND I CANT EVEN DRIVE SO IM TAKING THE PUBLIC BUS AT 6AM EVERY MORNING SO I WAKE UP AT 4:30AM TO GO TO MY 7:15AM BODY CONDITIONING CLASS.

maybe i am overreacting and it was one of those things thats like a fatherly kind of thing. like how sometimes you might meet a nice man who works at a shop and you see him as like a father figure of sorts yk. but like i really REALLY was not getting that vibe. like at some points i was 'like yea cool okay mayb im wrong and ur just a wise man talking life to a kid you met at the bus stop', but then he'd just keep talking. and yk how theres like a line of where something is like too much to say right. like its a common sense thing to know when you're a GROWN person and you first meet someone who is damn younger than you and could pass as a minor, you dont ask like where they live what highschool they went to, (i forgot to mention but yea he asked me that) or dump a bunch of your life on them. like he told me what highschool he went to, what elementary school he went to, what state it was in, and how he was born and raised there, where he used to work, how he had a motercycle and went 160mph coming off the freeway like an idiot, what car i should get when i decide to start drive instead of taking the bus, how cute it is that my name is so similar to a brand (like a one letter difference so he noticed it right away and was like "ohh thats so cool, you're so unique thats cute"), and that whole ex's brother thing was weird too like idk i feel like you wouldnt ask "who's your dad?" but rather ask like "does [name] happen to be your father?" or something yk. NOT TO MENTION THE LISENCE SUSPENDED FOR THREE YEARS NOW ONE YEAR LEFT THING TOO LIKE 😭 OKAY WHY WOULD YOU TELL ANYONE YOU JUST MET AB THAT😭😭😭

anyway yea i just didnt get the friendly older man you see in those heart touching movies kinda vibe. more like grown man finds a young girl sitting alone at the bus stop and dumps his life story on her to hopefully rush into some sort of relationship with her kinda vibe. (like those situations ((a lot of the time in fiction lol)) where you meet someone for the first time at a bar or something and you talk the whole damn night and either go home knowing everything ab eachother and planning on meeting again or having fucked in the backseat of one of your cars kinda rush i mean) IDK MAN it was like a scary unsettling kinda vibe yk. it was obv he had so much more he wanted to say bc he was like ig stopping himself?? idk how to elaborate on that but when the bus finally arrived he sighed like "aw the bus is here" so i feel like he wanted to talk with me more.

TL;DR im never taking the 7AM bus instead of the 6AM bus again because of a man i met on a cold wednesday morning 😀👍 happy day everyone

[saksukei]

prince joshua au

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you loved your job more than anything,, serving the king and his family as a knight, was an honor that wasn't bestowed upon many so you considered yourself lucky

the king was looking for a husband for his wonderful daughter,, and she had rejected so many princes

the king had then called on to some palm readers and soothsayers that had said that the ‘prince’ destined to be his daughter's husband is currently trapped in a tower

the king did more research and came in contact with a small country, who's king and queen had died and their own child, the prince, was locked in a tower guarded by a dragon

the king then appointed you to find the tower, rescue the prince who would marry the princess as a sign of gratitude and they could rule the smaller country together

you agreed obviously

you were cheered on by everyone as you embarked on the journey, alone, with nothing but your horse to listen to your mindless chatter

and honestly, everything was going well like the trip wasn't too tough it was just really long

when you finally reached the castle, instead of causing a scene and all to you know ‘slay the dragon’ you simply found a back way to get up to the tower

you opened the door and then you heard someone singing, “prince joshua?” you called out and the singing stopped

then you came across one of the most handsome men you had ever seen,,, he had black hair, the face of a Greek god with well toned arms and hE LOOKED MORE LIKE A KNIGHT THAN YOU DID??

“are you here to rescue me?” he asked, nonchalantly, as he flipped open a book.

“yes!” you answered, in an unusually chirpy tone.

“cool– get out of here right now because I'm not going anywhere,” he told you quite bluntly

and you were like ??? this mf I crossed half the fuckin land but this ungrateful bitch eye

“i'm sorry,,, but don't you think that I would be rather capable of escaping this shit hole if wanted too?” he hissed. “but I don't– because I don't want to escape and I don't need anyone's help either.”

“prince joshua, I understand what you mean,,, but the princess is waiting to marry you!” you replied.

“oh great– another stuck up princess who wants to marry me.”

“actually,, our princess is great. she's an absolute sweetheart and she's one of the finest bachelorettes in the country,” you explained.

“then why has she rejected,,, fifty other princes and wants to go after the one trapped in a tower?” he deadpanned.

“because–the palm reader said so,,, but this isn't important–”

“i don't need your princess– so just go away,” he told you.

after thinking for several minutes, you came up with a solution

“look how about this? you come back with me, meet the princess and if you like her you can marry her, if you don't, well– I'll help you escape back to this tower,” you suggested, finally catching his attention.

“how do I know you'll keep your word?” joshua asked, setting his book down.

“i am a knight, sir, loyalty is one of the few idiosyncrasies we can offer.”

“alright then,, I trust you– you better not let me down,,” joshua spoke as he grabbed a backpack with all of his belongings.

you used the same way to avoid the dragon and started on with your journey

at first,,, you truly thought joshua was some stuck-up prince but the more you spent time with him,, the more you realized that joshua was literally a gentleman who would be the perfect ruler of the country

he acted like an asshole before because he was sick and tired of people trying to rescue him and take all the glory

you understood his anger and ever since then joshua had been so sweet,,,

joshua wouldn't let you carry his bag, he'd make sure you were getting enough rest during the journey and one day he even offered to keep an eye out so that you could sleep

you on the other hand, taught joshua on how to light a fire etc and even some basic etiquettes,, cause I mean even if he was a prince he was trapped in a tower for so long

one time, you guys had stopped to stay by the river for the night and soon it was early morning and you woke up and saw joshua wasn't near you??

sO YOU PANICKED BEC OBVIOUSLY DID HE JUST RUN OFF BECAUSE IF HE DID THAT MF WAS IN FOR A RIDE

and you immediately ran around the place only to find him in the river,, waist deep into the water, except– he was half naked??

and boi where you shocked

cause joshua was so damn gorgeous

his perfectly chiseled jawline with that broad chest of his, his adam's apple poking out, his abs, his arms, his wet hair jUST HIM???

FUCKING MALFUNCTIONING

AND YOU WERE SO RED SO YOU JUST RAN BACK TO STOP YOUR HEART FROM RACING AND PRAYED THAT JOSHUA DIDNT SEE YOU BECAUSE JSJXJSISJSKSK HES SO HOT

you were lucky, because he didn't bring it up so you assumed he never noticed you standing there and gawking at him lmao

but all in all, you had fun with joshua he always managed to make you laugh but you could always have those late night talks with him

like when he asked you why you became a knight ,,,,,

“well, as a kid, when the knights would come back from winning the battle and the streets would be lined up with roses and people cheering from them, I knew at that point that, that was who I wanted to be.”

and he was like wow you're so cool omfg

also joshua gets impressed every time you hold your sword

HIS EYES LITERALLY LIGHT UP

he says he wants to learn how to use a sword too because he's a prince but he's really scared

you: josh hold my sword, it's literally not gonna do anything just hoLD IT

josh: wHAT IF IT FALLS ON MY FOOT AND SLICES IT OFF

and you were like I think staying in the tower for too long has lowered your IQ level

but you also told Josh that if he didn't like holding a sword, then he doesn't have to, because you were there to protect him with your life

and you didn't realize but Joshua was looking at you with HEART EYES

soon enough, reached the palace and you were kinda upset that you know joshua had to go and well,,, get married and part of you really wished it wouldn't work out

because you had bonded with him so well you just ,,,,, started liking him and it broke your heart knowing you couldn't have him

besides, he didn't reciprocate anything either so it'd be useless to even imagine

but when you told the king and queen and they met joshua

they were like ??? you didn't get the message??

and you were like what message??

“the princess already found someone she liked and she's getting married in like a month–?”

and you were pissed more than you were happy

not because all this effort was for nothing but the fact that poor joshua,,, he might have been looking forward to this

so you talked to the king and queen and they said that joshua should go back to his country now

you left the room and started crying because you felt as if it was all your fault

“hey, are you okay?” you heard a voice behind you say,,,,, it was joshua

you wiped your tears, “y-yeah I'm good,” you managed to choke out.

and before you could leave, joshua wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his chest, where you broke down and told him everything

you especially kept on apologizing to him and said that you'd make everything right and even find him a princess if you have too

“its okay if the princess doesn't want to marry me,,,, cause I found my princess right here,” he cooed and you chuckled because he was so cheesy,, typical Joshua

“but still josh, I'll take you back to the tower and all,” you told him

“nope, no need too– I need to go back to my country and look after my people as well, I've done enough damage as it is.”

“right”

“are you going to come with me if I go?” he asked, hoping you'd say yes

“I'm a knight, i can't leave the country....” you answered.

and then Josh was like okay hollup I'll talk to the king and the queen

and boi went into the room where the king and queen were while you waited outside and they called you inside eventually

and the king and queen were like,, “we would like you to resign,,, so you can marry joshua and go rule his country.”

and you were like ??????HOW DID HE SWEET TALK THEM INTO THIS EYE

the king and queen said they'd like to give you an official good bye if you could stay for another two to three days and you and Josh agreed

Josh had to stay in one of the palace rooms

and it was 7am you were going to talk to joshua about something very important and you knocked and opened his room door

anD HE WAS STANDING WITHOUT A SHIRT

“o-oh my god,,,, IM SO SORRY!” you yelled, as you covered your eyes and bowed profusely

and Joshua chuckled, as he walked towards you, removing your hands from your eyes, eventually pining you against the door,,,

“darling– don't like act like this is the first time you've seen me naked,,,,, we both know you've been quite scandalous.”

[tillthelandslide]

Photographer : Henry Cavill Fake Instagram

Author’s note: Hi everyone. Hope you enjoy another fake instagram post. I really do enjoy making this so keep sending me requests, this one wasn’t a request but my own idea, I’m slowly working my way through some different careers so people can relate more to each one if they see their career being represented. Unfortunately, Tumblr on my phone keeps messing up, I usually like to include emojis here and there because to me it feels more real but it wouldn’t let me.

Anyway hope you enjoy - L

Tagged: @harrysthiccthighss @thereisa8ella @magdelen69​ (if you want to be tagged in my post please message me :)

yourname_photography:

yourname_photography had an amazing day shooting with @henrycavill such a pleasure working with you love.

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fan2 your photography is so good

  ↳ yourname_photography aw thanks love

  ↳ fan3 honestly one of the best photographers out there atm

henrycavill thanks for the amazing day, I had such a nice time, you are so talented

  ↳ yourname_photography oh hush sir, was a joy working with you, you make my job very easy, lets just put it that way

henryfan “love” are they dating or not, we need answers

  ↳ ynfan she’s british, she calls everyone love, but if they were then we should all be happy for them, they don’t owe us answers

henrycavill:

henrycavill it is always such a joy when I get to work with amazingly talented people like @yourname_photography. So lucky to have you in my life, let alone get the opportunity to work together

Photo by @yourname_photography

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yourname_photography oh hush, you’re the talented one in this relationship kind sir

  ↳ henrycavill <3

  ↳ fan5 relationship? are they dating?

  ↳ fan6 think they’re just friends but I’m happy for them if they are dating

anyachalotra so talented, these are epic

  ↳ henrycavill she sure is

  ↳ yourname_photography thank you Anya

freyaallan:

freyaallan I had such a nice time shooting today with @yourname_photography. Thank you to @henrycavill for making it happen, now I understand why you love her so much. And thank you y/n for making me look so beautiful, think these photos are the best I have ever recieved from a photoshoot.

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fan3 “now I understand why you love her so much” ?? omg they are dating

  ↳ freyaallan I meant he loves working with her and loves the photos she produces, she is one of his favourite photographers

  ↳ fan2 good save

yourname_photography you were beautiful all on your own, needed no help from me miss. It was such a joy working with you, for sure have to do it again sometime

  ↳ freyaallan oh hush! and i’d love that

henrycavill glad you both had such a good time on set, i have always loved y/ns work, she has such a keen eye for this stuff

  ↳ fan2 this post is basically become them trying to convice us all that y/n and henry aren’t dating when we all know they are. good attempts though

photographydaily these photos are clean af

celebrumourmagazine:

celebrumourmagazine Famous Actor Henry Cavill and the photographer Y/n are now rumoured to be dating. The pair have had many photoshoots together and have a history of confusing fans with their comments on each others posts. But what is really tipping people off is a quote from Freya Allan, Cavill’s co-star in the Netflix show; The Witcher, where she said “I had such a nice time shooting today with @yourname_photography. Thank you to @henrycavill for making it happen, now I understand why you love her so much”. Allan then tried to cover her tracks by commenting on how y/n is one of Henry’s favourite photographers. Cavill too posted “I have always loved Y/ns work, she has such a keen eye for this stuff”. Seems fishy to me, wonder if we will get an explanatio soon. C’mon we deserve it.

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fan3 the level of disrepect in this post is on a new level. 1. referring to Henry as famous and then not using the same terminology for yn who has worked with so many famous actors, musicians, polticians etc and is renowned for her amazing word. 2. “Cavill’s co-star” she’s her own person sis. 3. “we deserve it” no you don’t, you haven’t done anything to deserve anything from them

  ↳ yn-hen-fan thats the tea sis

geraltofriviafans ffs leave them alone. there is the little thing people like to have. its called privacy

celebrumourmagazine:

celebrumourmagazine Famous actor Henry Cavill and Photographer caught kissing on a boat whilst on vaccation with friends and family. We knew they were dating!

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fan5 annoying that they didn’t say anything we all would have been okay with it

  fan3 your comment perfectly shows how you wouldn’t have been okay with it. maybe they just wanted some privacy

  fan2 I just found out that this photo amongst a few others were leaked from their phones. Ffs why can’t people respect their privacy y’all wonder why they didn’t say anything; this is why

henrycavill:

henrycavill well the cats out of the bag... not the way we intended to tell you guys which is a shame. We are very sad that this is the way you all had to find out. With both of our jobs being very demanding (we love them nonetheless and are very grateful) we don’t often get to spend time with each other so wanted some time just to ourselves, we wanted to share this amazing relationship with all of our fans when were ready but unfortunately that opportunity was taken from us. We hope you can understand: you all are very important to the both of us and we truly did want to share this with you, but both got a bit too caught up with having each other to ourselves. These photos were taken by one of our mutual friends whilst we were on holiday and were leaked from our phones. I am so shocked that they even managed to do this but I will not let them get anymore attention than that.

To my love @yourname_photography: the last couple of months with you have been bliss, I found myself falling more in love with you everyday. Your dedication to your work is truly inspiring, how deeply you care for and love those around you is second to none, you have taught me so much about so many things but the main thing I will cherish is what you have taught me about myself; you have taught me to truly accept myself and have taught me to see myself the way you see me. I love you more than I can even begin to explain and I can’t wait for what’s to come. Having you to myself has been truly wonderful but sharing how amazing you are not only to me but all those around you is something I am going to enjoy. Everyone should know the amazing things you do not only in your photography career but in other aspects of your life <3

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yourname_photography this is too sweet Hen, I love you so much. The past couple of months with you have been absolute perfection and I will cherish them forever. You are by far the best thing that has ever happened to me and I am beyond lucky to have you and have had you to myself but I’m ready to share you and to share us with the world

  ↳ henrycavill lets do this shit

freyaallan I was worried that I was going to be the one to leak the news and although I’m annoyed it came out like this I’m glad it wasn’t me XD, wish you could have announced it on your own terms though. I’m beyond happy for the both of you

    ↳ yourname_photography the sweetest girl <3 I thought you recovered quite well in that post XD

anyachalotra the cutest couple of all time... there, i said it

   ↳ yourname_photography said it you did. we are beyond grateful for you and how supportive you were of us from the get go 

   ↳ henry cavill thank you anya, your support means the world to us

yourname_photograhy:

yourname_photography to my beloved Henry: the love you have shown me was one I didn’t believe in growing up, the kind of love I thought only excited in fairytales, books and movies. Boy oh boy was I wrong. The love you give is the kind of love everyone deserves, the kind where you give yourself to someone else fully without any selfishness or expectations. To most people you are Superman, Geralt, August Walker, Charles Brandon, Napoleon Solo and many others. But to me you are all those things and more. You are the guy that brings me my favourite soup when I’m sick, the guy that sits with me for hours trying to pick which photos from a shoot are the best, the guy that brings home lillies because you know they’re my favourite flower, the guy that sends me care packages when you are away, the guy that sends me goofy selfies of you and Kal, the guy that rubs my back and plays with my hair when I cant sleep, the guy that introduced me to my second family: the Cavill’s, the guy that works his god damn hardest everyday, the guy that puts in so much effort to raise awareness for endangered species and the fight that Durrell do, the guy that does so many amazing things yet expects nothing in return. You are the epic love of my life and I do not deserve you <3, you amazing, beautiful human, never change <3

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fan6 HOW CAN ANYBODY NOT LIKE HER? THE WAY SHE TALKS ABOUT HIM, I MEAN UGHH SO FLOOFY

fan4 this post got more likes than henrys bc everyone realised they cant not like her

   ↳ henrycavill you made me cry ): now come give me kisses

   ↳ yourname_photography im coming, oops nearly tripped over kal

   ↳ fan 8 haha she’s commenting as she’s doing it how cute

joeybateyofficial all the haters be like “hmm, fuck” bc they realise there is -9182 reasons to hate you

   ↳ yourname_photography thanks for bringing the geralt comments here, someone had to do it :)

   ↳ joeybateyofficial it’s a honour :) happy for both of you... always knew he was a big soft... despite his rock hard abs

   ↳ yourname_photography spend a lot of time looking at my boyfriends rock hard abs much then? XD

   ↳ henrycavill not as much as you @yourname_photography, ayeee XD

[morizoras-cave]

Swell (Request)

Tom Hiddleston x teen!co-star!reader

Genre: Angstttt, slight fluff

Request Description(s): could i request a fic with tom hiddleston x teen!co-star! reader where he finds out her self harm scars and comforts her?

i don’t know if this is out of your comfort zone but what ab one where reader self harms and maybe tom hiddleston sees her cuts and gets concerned and comforts her and talks to her ab it and just lets her know he’s here for her and he cares and she’s loved (if you don’t feel comfortable writing this that’s completely fine) thanks :)

Warnings: depression, anxiety, self harm, LANGUAGE

(A/N): so i combined 2 for this because theyre basically the same request! also its very heartwarming that people ask whether im comfortable with this :) thank you for being so caring ya’ll uwu hours OPEN

You weren’t doing anything special that day, it was just another day of shooting. You sat in the makeup chair, feeling a little heavy and gray, but mostly just waiting to be able to do your job. 

The swell on your arms was prominent that day. It was because you’d gone too deep the night before, and the thought sparked some anxiety in your chest. You fiddled endlessly with your sleeve. 

“Hey, Y/n,” Tom greeted as he entered the makeup trailer. He looked tired and his voice was groggy. He had a cup of coffee in his hand. 

“Morning,” you said. The makeup artist was still working on your face, brushing pigments on your features. 

“We’ve got a couple of scenes together today, don’t we?” 

“Uh, I think so,” you breathed shakily. The anxiety, the heavy feeling in your body, made everything so hard, including just having a normal conversation. Tom must’ve felt your nervousness, because he looked at you worriedly, but decided not to speak on it.

The two of you - and the makeup artists - made small talk, although you tried not to say too much. 

“Hannah, Riley, the set designer has some special notes to add today!” a set assistant called into the trailer, before bouncing off again. Hannah and Riley, the two makeup artists currently working on you and Tom, groaned simultaneously and gave each other knowing glances. Tom looked at them, amused.

“Special notes my ass, that bitch just wants to complain,” Hannah said and Riley nodded, while putting away a couple of her brushes. 

“We’ll be right back,” Riley said. Before she left she gave you a high five as always, a tradition the two of you had started. 

Tom looked over at you when you high fived, smiling first at the sweet gesture. But then, his expression clouded. Your sleeve slid down your arm, and for that split second, he saw countless red lines and scratchy marks on your arm.

His heart stopped and he blinked. You sat down normally again, the action feeling almost provocative to Tom now. He just stared at you, not able to believe that what he had seen was true. 

“Why are you staring me?” you asked apprehensively, gripping your sleeve. Tom had noticed that you did that, but had thought nothing of it, now he felt horrible, like his organs were rotting inside himself.

“Are you-.. Do you..” 

He simply couldn’t find the words. You two were there, alone in the trailer, the sun was shining, and you were cutting. 

He stood up from his chair and walked over to you, taking a moment to look at you. Then he gripped your arm, not failing to notice the wince and the panic that overtook your features.

“G-Get the fuck off!” you said, pain evident in your voice. You were shaking. The grip on your sleeve was tight, adrenaline pumping through your blood, as Tom attempted to pull down your sleeve.

He tugged it down, finally exposing your sins. Your many, many scars of harm, of punishment, distraction and control. There were too many to count, the image so visceral and real, that Tom felt like his heart was being tugged at. He had to look away, tears filling his eyes. You stared at it still, quivering in your chair.

“Y/n, I... This isn’t..” he mumbled. You pulled your arm away from him and tugged the sleeve down angrily. You were crying, ruining your makeup. 

“Leave me alone, Tom. This isn’t.. Professional,” Gritting your teeth and wiping your tears, you composed yourself again. He squatted down in front of you, but you looked away again. He sighed.

“I’m- I’m sorry. That wasn’t good of me.. But you can’t do this, Y/n.. This- This is.. Why do you do this?” He tried, and you could almost hear his mind racing, trying to be better at handling the situation. 

“Why?” you chuckled bitterly, you snapped your head back to him, tears now streaming freely down your face, “I don’t know, Tom. Maybe it’s because I can’t figure out why? Why are we here? Why am I here? Why should I be here? Maybe it’s because I feel horrible about myself and everything I do. And maybe that makes me weak. I don’t know, Tom. I don’t know why.” 

Silence filled the trailer, the only sound being the traffic outside and the occasional crew members walking by outside. Tom took your arm again, this time gently, so gently that you just let him. He pulled up the sleeve again, gulping at the sight. 

“I’m not good at this, Y/n. I haven’t been where you are. But I know this isn’t right, and I think you know that too. I want you to know that you have family who care about you, and friends! And if you don’t feel that way, then you should know that I care about you, and so does the rest of the cast. And it’ll really, really hurt me, if you continue to do this,” he said in that calming voice of his, fingers brushing gently over the scars. It tingled. You sniffled, finally meeting Tom’s eyes.

“I just don’t know how else to cope..” you cried and Tom shushed you, bringing you in for a hug, but never taking his hand off your arm. 

“I know, I know.. And I’m not good at this either, so maybe the best thing to do, would be to contact someone professional? Or maybe if that’s too much for you, just call me when you feel like you need to do.. this,” he proposed. He studied your face, as you thought about it. 

Finally, you nodded carefully, and Tom smiled a little bit, though his heart still hurt for you. 

“Alright, how about we tell the director, that you’re having a little sick day, and we go in and discuss the details of this?” he asked and again you nodded. 

Tom helped you, and the two of you sat in your trailer doing nothing really. Not until you felt comfortable enough to say what you preferred, and Tom immediately set it up for you. He let you know that he would also be there no matter what, and despite whatever happened in the future, that day you were absolutely sure that you were loved. 

Tom was proud to see you progress, slowly but surely. He felt his heart swell with pride, and he knew one day you’d come to him, able to look at him and say truthfully that you loved yourself. And sure enough, one day you would. :)

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[221castiel]

So Far He Passed Narnia

Happy national coming out day❤️❤️

It started in 1994, a few days after Dean's sixteenth birthday.

It was a simple case, just a salt and burn, but after John had made the connection that the ghost only killed gays, he turned it down, dragging Dean and Sam out of the city as fast as he could.

The feeling had come as the impala sped along the highway, the city only a silhouette in the background. An odd feeling in Dean's gut that made him sick in a way he couldn't quite explain. Guilt. That's what he told himself, as he glanced back from the passenger seat and to the city, guilt that those innocent people were dying, and they were doing nothing. Illness, is what he told himself as those feelings came back everytime his father spat out the word faggot in disgust, or turned down a case invloving a gay couple. Broken, is what he told himself anytime his eyes lingered on another man for more than a second.

They only stayed as feelings until 2002, at the age of 23. They'd just completed a case in Arizona, him, his dad, and Lee, and maybe him and Lee had a little too much to drink, and had gotten a little to close. Their hands wandering across each other, lips connecting, then clothing was being removed, lips wandering, touch grazing. And maybe Dean knew his dad would be back soon, and that when he did he'd beat Dean until he couldn't walk for days, and maybe Dean wanted it. The reminder that the feelings had to stay away, that he was broken, and maybe that's why Sam had ran away.

He never saw Lee again after that, or had the feelings, and deep down Dean could believe he was fixed. That was all he needed was a beating that was until Castiel came.

Then the feelings came rushing back, the guilt, the turning in his stomach, the absolute dread anytime Cas stared at him with such intensity. But it was all worth it to be with Castiel for as long as he could, watching his ocean blue eyes, the way he tilted his head, and his unusual traits that must've come from being an angel. The way he would at times stand frozen, not even breathing as if just a statue, or the lack of heat that radiated from skin, but not cold either, just nothing. All the things that made Castiel so much different than anyone else.

As the time rolled on and Dean fell further in love with Cas he began dropping hints to his brother. Unable to say the word himself and hoping that Sam would do it for him. He talked about doctor sexy, and the news as more states legalzied gay marriage. Anything that would get Sam's attention, so his brother could fix the guilt he always felt, tell him it was okay, make him feel better about himself like Sam always did.

The feeling's and stares only continued, for Cas, and then Benny, eyes lingering longer then they should, thoughts going places they shouldn't have. For the siren that had seemed like the perfect man, for victims they were helping and celebrities on tv.

The feelings only spiraled until 2015 came, a few months after Amara had brought Mary back, when Dean and Sam's life had fallen back into place. Spending most of the summer working on small cases, like normal, until one night when they were alone in a cheap motel room, the same day gay marriage had been legalized across the country. As they had worked the case, the rest of town had celebrated, the streets filled with music, dancing, and pride, more than Dean had ever seen. Everyone so themselves without fear of judgment

"Sammy." Dean asked that night, he was sat on one of the motel beds, facing his brother who was spread across the other scrolling through his laptop "Can I talk to you?"

"Yah of course."

Sam sat up properly, putting the laptop to the side. He moved his legs over the side of the bed and faced Dean, the concern in his eyes unmistakable. "So- it's kinda important, and i've been meaning to tell you for a while."

Dean paused waiting for his brother to say something though Sam stayed silent, "I know it might be a surprise, and I know you'll be okay with it, I mean I think you will-"

"Are you going to tell me, or?"

"Im- Im a type AB blood."

Sam frowned, his eyebrows furrowing, "Why- wha- I know that."

"Well yah, but just in case you forgot."

"Dean," Sam insisted, his voice dropped slightly becoming serious. "You can tell me anything."

Dean opened his mouth but the words wouldn't come out. Why couldn't he be like the people in the streets, proud about it, loud and not caring about what others thought, why was it so hard for him. He hated himself for being who he was, and he hated himself even more for not being able to be proud about who he was. But most of all he hated the loyal part of him, the part that even now, wanted to keep his dad happy, not shatter the loyalty he'd spent his whole life building.

"I'm," Dean choked out, his vision becoming foggy with tears, Why couldn't he just fucking say. "Sammy," Dean begged

His brother didn't say anything instead he stood, and took a seat next to Dean. At first Sam hesitantly put an arm around him, but as Dean lent into the touch Sam pulled him into a tight hug. "It's okay," Sam finally whispered, "you don't have to tell me."

Dean didn't reply, his tears breaking into sobs as he gripped tightly onto his brother, holding on as if Sam was the only thing keeping him alive. He wished he was dead, or normal. Everything would've been easier if John had just killed him.

Sam's hand rubbed across his back but it didn't nothing to calm Dean's shaking body. His face stained with tears and snot. "I'm broken," Dean finally choked out.

Sam shifted away slightly to see Dean's face though Dean kept his eyes down. His sobs had died down though tears continued to roll down his cheeks, dripping off his chin and falling to the bed. "Why would you think that."

"because-" Dean began, voice barely above a whisper. He didn't care how childish it was, sobbing on a bed at thirty six, but it was all he wanted, to shatter and for once have someone else pick up the pieces. "I'm- I'm."

He let out a shaken breath before looking up to his brother. "I'm gay."

Sam's face immediately dropped, and with it Dean's heart. The word seemed to hang in the air, leaving Dean no longer gasping for breaths but instead holding it. He shouldn't have said anything, maybe he should've brought his dad back to beat him one last time instead. "Dean-" Sam began, his voice soft, "I love you so much."

Dean lent forwrd as his brother once gaian wrapped in a tight hug, "I love you so fucking much and nothing is going to chnage that, I promise. You're my brother."

"Thank you," Dean whispered, tears beginning to fall once again though this time in relief.

"Does this mean you and Cas?"

Dean laughed nodding his head, "is that okay?"

"Yah, as long as you're happy."

[hey-hamlet]

BNHA AU Ideas : Quirkless Erasure

Also on AO3!

TL;DR: 

In some worlds, Midoriya Izuku is the first quirkless hero. But not in this one, not by far.

Because his homeroom teacher is the hero he's always looked up to: UA's first quirkless Pro Hero.

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Izuku isn't the only quirkless one, and Aizawa gets into the hero course via emotional devastation against his opponents.

anyway so: quirkless aizawa bc i need that

everyone thinks he has a quirk like emotional manipulation of something but no he's just fucking savage, he gets into the hero course bc he blasted the absolute shit out of mic

everything’s on youtube it’s one of the most viewed videos of all time

this aizawa's eyes are permanently gold bc i headcanon it's his quirk that makes his eyes black, not the colour they flash

"you yell because you have a constant fear no one is really listening to you. you play the class clown and don't try too hard so when you look back you think "i failed because i didn't try" not "i failed because i wasn't good enough""

"bro,,, bro what the fuck did i do to you"

aizawa isn’t even salty he’s quirkless tbh

"you're pushing this on me because it hurts, right? your loud, flashy but damaging quirk means the only thing people think you're useful for is heroics. did you want to do this, or is this the only way society will let you feel comfortable in the role it presses in on you"

"well being quirkless is rough but at least i cn be whatever i want to be"

mics just shell shocked mics not even using his quirk and everyone’s just uwu he’s erasing mics quirk

all aizawa does is walk is close and mutter "society thinks im worthless, which is rough. but you have to put your life on the line or you're nothing better than a villain to the people"

and just, lightly pushes him out of bounds

pls mics just in Love this guy tore him to fucking pieces but Damn

aizawa  helps him up off the floor

"so im probably not wrong but im a little sorry for saying it on live tv"

mic "youre amazing"

aizawa just goes bright red and starts sputtering

aizawa: the emotional devastation hero weakness: genuine compliments

consider 1A teacher aizawa just still made of emotional devastation, nezu made him promise not to use his powers of destruction on his children unless he was expelling them 

this is a quirkless izuku au too, mirio got ofa, allmight encouraged izuku to be a hero after the fight but had no quirk to give him and he manages to make his own way into the hero course

so izuku is a little analyst, gets mostly hero points but uses sharp rebar and poles to smash in the sensors of some robots, getting him a few non-rescue points either. Aizawa is watching like "oh interesting a non-combat quirk" and beside him allmight is vibrating with excitement

"he might actually do it!"

"who might do what"

allmight turns sheepishly to aizawa

"young midoriya on camera 6, he might just be the first quirkless student to pass the enterance exam to heroics straight up"

and aizawa can hardly watch anyone else for the rest of the exam, he adopts this kid on the fucking Spot

hes on the edge of his fucking seat, when nezu sends out the zero pointer. "this kid only needs 10 more points, just ten more" and izuku turns around to look at the 0 pointer and aizawa is like "fuck kid i hope you know what youre doing"

he manages to shove a piece of rebar into the treads, stoping it in its place. it tries to swat him like a bug but he just dives out of the way, picks up ochako and sprints and aizawa is like "holy shit holy shit these bastards better give this kid hero points for that"

like they are assigning final hero points and aizawa has to awkwardly put his hand up "i,,, should probably be excluded from giving midoriya hero points because i went from 0 to bias very very quickly"

allmight just nods sagely

"young midoriya be like that sometimes"

pls aizawa tries to act extra tough bc he can’t let anyone know he’s Adopted this child

for all izuku's brain hes useless w social stuff and thinks aizawa hates him but everyone else k n o w s

also izuku is the only person in 1A who knows ab aizawa's "quirk" and hes like, constantly vibrating w glee around the guy

aizawa walks in the first day, hears bakugo asking how this "quirkless bastard" got in, grabs bakugo w his scarf and yeets him into vlad’s room

"ok students, looks like we are a class of 19. any other comments before we start?"

and like everyone is so lost no one questions it

bakugo is screaming bloody murder until vlad "kindly" tells him ua has a strict no discrimination policy and aizawa would have been well within his rights to expel him

please nezu is like "uwu take one of 1B to make the classes even" and vlad is like "no ive already bonded tough cookies" vlad just adopts bakugo instantly

monoma and bakugou become bros, the baku-squad is 50% a thing, but its mostly 1B students but with pinning kiri. kendo and bakugo both keep monoma in line, monoma and kendo keep bakugo in line

during the sports festival shinsou is like "you must have a blessed quirk to get into the hero course"

and izuku just has this "really. this si what we're doing now" look on his face. hes just gesturing to shinso in exasperation, trying to make eye contact w aizawa hidden up in the commentary box

all you can hear from the box is aizawa quiet snickering as mic tries not to give the game away. he yeets shinso out of bonds and just hauls him back to his feet

"im quirkless you nonce"

"oh,,,"

"yeah, oh. what, gonna be embarrassed a quirkless kid kicked your ass?"

"nah i just feel bad for being a dick"

"ok you are the only valid person ive ever met, come meet my not-dad"

"wait what"

izuku fireman carries shinso into the announcers booth and just presents him to aizawa

you can just vaguely hear "no not kid" "but he'll be perfect" "kid this is live ask me after the festival" "but! hed be perfect! and you could train him to carry on your legacy of soul-crushing burns" "... hmmm"

"do i get a say in this?" "no" "nope"

mic just loudly saying "SO BEFORE WE WITNESS A CHILD CRY LIVE ON AIR AGAIN, AS ALWAYS HAPPENS IN THIS FESTIVAL, LETS START THE NEXT ROUND!"

there’s a counter “days since someone last cried: 0”

please its like "times cried durring all sports festivals" "average cry events" "number of times cried this festival"

aizawa being even more of a dad than canon, like hes a mess he sees on sad kid and he's like "wow that's my kid now"

he makes them soup when they get sick and leaves it outside their doors, refuses to admit its him doing it

soup cryptid

please mic is like 100% in love with him and had been for years but aizawa still has internal bias against the quirkless and thinks he's not good enough for mic so he cant make himself see the flirting for what it really is

“haha he’s just being friendlyL

“aizawa i literally want to marry u”

“awww ur so nice u mean as friends tho right?”

in this au ive decided that quirkless heroes are a thing, but pretty rare, in japan they are all underground bc villains go after them a l o t. there are some public ones in america but they tend to,,, die,,, pretty quickly

and bc there are some quirkless heroes everyone acts like discrimination isn't a thing anymore and quirkless people should shut up while quirkless people are still getting killed and committing suicide at like 500% the rate of people with quirks

also the suicide rate is,,,,, significantly higher in japan but no one ever talks abt it bc japan the “ideal place for people with quirks” so that surely means nothing could ever go wrong

izuku does the "its your power" speech in like 3 parts, before, during and after the sports festival bc he needs he bones w no quirk

stain asks izuku what his quirk is and izuku does the "wouldn't you like to know, weather boy"

",,, where are your parents"

"one abandoned me straight up and the other is giving it a red hot go right now, try me coward"

izuku but everytime he roasts a villain he does it in vine quotes

tl;dr in the au inko is like,, not ok w izuku being a hero and she's trying to do the "leave the school or you can't live here any more" ultimatum and it's not working for her

bc izuku said "ok bye then" and now lives out of his backpack. no one knows. he just like,, sleeps on the train

and iida is like "owo could i come over to your house" and izuku is like

"aaaaa its on fire. yep. made of arsenic and always in flames, why dont we go to the park"

everyone in 1a is like betting on what his house is like. they harass katsuki in 1b but he refuses to talk

hes like "hell no i got thrown into another class for talking ab that nerd eat my left tit"

they only fucking work it out when aizawa and allmight go to izukus house to talk ab dorms and there is literally no one there

aizawa asks izuku ab it like "kid you need to update your forms with your current address" and hes like "oh worm, she moved? wack."

“u,,,,didn’t know,,,,”

“nah lmao i sleep on the bench in a park near here”

“my boy,,,,,l

"what, ochako lives alone!"

"yeah, in a fucking house, kid"

aizawas just: this is literal child abuse i’m ur guardian now

allmight "hes my kid too dont be greedy"

"fuck off all might you already have mirio" "and you already have shinsou!" nighteye, from around the corner "ill take him!" aizawa and allmight "NO"                                  

mic adopts him nezu just sitting in the distance "well, its my school. i get the kid" one whole school full of adult heroes "NO ITS MY SON,,," izukus like crying "wait,,, you guys aren't sick of me? wild" while sobbing

afo out of nowhere: i’ll take the child :))) everyone collectively: N O

for self-indulgence, izuku is the youngest in the class for this au so they all call him their little brother

consider: quirkless aizawa is very similar to normal aizawa but he does practise self-care, he just tries to make it look like he doesnt because hes like that

if i dont take care of myself ill never be able to stand up to the heroes w quirks but also do i deserve normal good human things

tl:dr: he can cook well and is trying to teach izuku that 2-minute noodles and apples arent hero fuel

inko is like: "uwu i wont change what i cook for you so you'll just have to make do owo" in like, a pathetic attempt to get him to stop training so izuku runs off protein bars, electrolyte drinks and raw vegetables

just like, his bento at school. its only raw mushrooms, spinach, tomatoes and 2 full carrots

the only time he gets like a kinda valid balanced meal for a hero in training is when he pops by bakugous place and mitsuki forces him to stay for lunch

izuku is like "oh hi bakugo i have ur book-" "HI ITS LUNCH GET IN PIPSQUEAK"

hes just thrown into a chair, bakugo isnt even confused. izuku is like ",,,, so vlad gave me your book bc your house is near mums." "fair enough. hope you like miso salmon"

izuku just looks stary eyed

"f i s h ??? warm food bakugo id kill for you"

"deku wtf"

"i had nothing but 3 scoops of protein powder and 2 tomatoes today"

“dEKU WHAT THE FUCK”

"i had to eat the protein podwer with plain water kacchan. protein sludge followed by two raw tomatoes. i would commit real actual murder for you"

mitsuki always packs an extra bento after that

so like when it’s dorm time izuku gets rly stressed out bc he doesn’t know how to cook for himself??? bakugous in the 1b dorms and even if he wasn’t he definitely wouldn’t cook for him

1a goes on a fucking shopping trip, chaperoned, obviously

and they’re lining up and aizawa sees that izukus cart is only filled with like??? instant noodles and like two (2) fruits and he’s losing his mind bc yes okay he’s a child but he’s also a young hero and he’s going to get a heart attack by 20 if he doesn’t fix his diet

aizawa is like "izuku, you cant eat that" and izuku just goes "oh ok" puts the noodles back and comes back with a tub of protein powder and like 11 vegetables and a bag of kale

okay this is an improvement kinda, how do u cook it

,,,,,c

cook?

izuku just has a totally blank face

"i was just gonna like,,, eat it"

"raw."

"uh, yeah, is that not how u eat vegetables?”

"thats a potato. and some leeks. thats a fucking onion"

"it wont kill me though"

"thats,,, that not how you pick food kid."

“but vegetable??? good????”

"kid do you even fucking like any of this"

"wait, im supposed to like?? my food???"

yagi in the fucking health food isle hearing this is 50% laughing but 50% crying

aizawa: “izuku ur supposed to eat a well balanced and tasty meal”

izuku: *surprized pikachu face*

please even todoroki is like ",,, at least fuyumi could c o o k"

oh god imagine having a worse diet than shouto todoroki from 1a who eats nothing but cold soba and drinks juice

also please aizawa is like "kid i thought you just happened to be thin but now im seeing thats not the case"

bakugo in the distance "like inko ever fed him enough anyway lmao"

aizawa "WAIT WHAT"

whys bakugou shopping with 1a? its actually all 40 of the first years just descending on this poor little store. it’s this little mom and pop grocery store and a billion hungry hero hopefuls just burst through the door like 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒏 𝒏𝒖𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒔

izuku is like "oh its too expensive" and aizawa is just holding a bag of rice, aizawa is like "its cheaper than the protein powder you have"

and izuku is like "yeah i mean its empty calories and im not paying that much for empty calories"

",,,"

"thats what you taught us sensei!"

"EMPTY CALORIES ARE ONLY A PROBLEM IF UR EATING TOO MUCH"

"and?"

"YOU HAVE 3 POTAOES FOR THE NEXT 2 WEEKS"

"i can put some back if you want?"

"THATS EXACTLY WHAT I DONT WANT"

[eye-raq]

Happy Holidays Brielle: Vol.5

Im still gonna finish this juicy ride regardless if it’s christmas or not lol

Erik and Brielle enjoy a sexy Christmas together in NYC

Warnings: FLUFFY and SMUTTY

Vol.1   Vol.2   Vol.3    Vol.4

DECEMBER 25th 2018: Christmas Day!!

I don't want a lot for Christmas There's just one thing I need I don't care about the presents Underneath the Christmas tree I just want you for my own More than you could ever know Make my wish come true All I want for Christmas Is you

Erik damn near shot up in Brielle’s bed out of his deep slumber, knocking his head against the headboard behind him. Loud barking from Muffin could be heard and then out of nowhere, the soft small frame of his brat hopping on him to straddle him excitedly caught him off guard.

Erik picks up one of her lavender silk pillows, throwing it over his face, crossing his arms over it to keep her from grabbing the pillow away.

“Come on Scrooge it’s Christmas!!!” Brielle wore a fitted Christmas onesie with a butt flap that read spank me under the mistletoe. She had antlers on her head as well, her Cartier bracelet shining and the gold of her name necklace shining as well. She had a big bright white smile plastered over her pouty lips, bouncing on Erik’s crotch to get a rouse out of him.

“Brie Brie give me like...five minutes.” Erik’s voice was like a chair scraping across a hardwood floor, all scratchy and groggy. She heard him sniffle a little, then letting out a groan.

“Erik, are you getting sick?!” She had a blinking expression on her face.

With that he removed the pillow, his dreads sticking up oddly and his eyes low. He rubbed at his nose with the palm of his hand rough before sniffling loudly, his broad nose reddened at the tip like Rudolph himself.

“You are aren’t you?!!” Brielle was bug eyed, like her eyes weren’t big enough as it is.

“Is that song on repeat?” He asked in annoyance, the song began playing again, causing Brielle to sing in his lap. She actually sounded pretty good, her tone was a little flat but all in all she sounded sweet and melodic.

“What you need is some cinnamon apple tea, and a nice hot breakfast.” She hopped off of him, slipping on her chestnut ugg slippers, pulling out a gift bag from her closet.

“Before I go whip us up something, why don’t you put on your first Christmas gift.” Brielle handed Erik the glittery bag with a mistletoe on it, some of the glitter getting on his bare chest.

“I’m not a fucking Christmas decoration Brie Brie I don’t want glitter on me.” With a stern expression etched across his face.

“What else would you like me to put on you then?” Erik looked over at her, watching as she wagged her eyebrows, casing him to laugh.

“You make me sick.” He responded playfully.

Erik pulls the red tissue paper out of the bag, finally staring down at the item within it.

“You serious?” He spoke languidly.

it was a red cotton onesie with a hood the fabric clearly having no room to breathe. On the back embroidered in gold was the outlining of a Jaguar with the eyes embroidered an emerald green.

“I figured we could match this morning for the holiday!” She was very very excited, jumping up and down, clapping her hands together.

“If I wear this, you at least gotta suck my dick first. My dick is..”

Erik lifted the covers back, showing off his solid erection that twitched against the fabric of his briefs.

“Stiff as a fucking rock.”

She nibbles on her lip, her thighs coming together to control the flutter she felt in her pussy.

“You would make me get on my knees on this wonderful holiday.” Brielle didn’t think twice as she got down on all fours, crawling towards Erik with those cute antlers on her head and her eyes sultry.

She yanked the rest of the blanket back from his body, kissing his thighs with those protruding eyes on him, letting him know that she was in complete control of this and she wanted the dick.

“Santa you know I love sucking your dick, either way I would sucked it.” She was right, it didn’t matter if he wore the damn thing or not she was going to taste him over and over.

“Why don’t you grab your phone and record me while I suck it dry.” Erik reaches over to where he slept, grabbing his phone from under the pillow, swiping left to pull up his camera. She didn’t feel like waiting until he was ready either, automatically sucking him up, allowing her spit to drool down with every stroke of her mouth and suction from her pouty lips. Brielle pops her mouth off as she stares into that camera, her eyes never leaving, a small smile gracing her lips.

“You ain’t scared huh?” Spoke Erik low.

“How can I be afraid when I got this good dick in my mouth.” She gives the underside of his dick a flick of her tongue earning a jerk of his hips. She repeated the same action, a hiss escaping his mouth.

“You like it when I lick the tip?” She licked slow, then kissed it.

“I know it’s your absolute favorite.” She talked into that camera so innocently it rendered Erik speechless, the HD view he was provided with had him loss for words and all he could do was sit there open mouthed, his eyes unblinking as he recorded his little helper.

She used the topside of her tongue to give him long licks, the surface of her taste buds adding texture to her technique. The fact that she took her time with stimulation while sucking him off had him begging her to keep going and to never stop without words, because his body did the talking for him.

“I aim to please my man. I love this good dick in my dirty little mouth.” Erik nods his head in agreement, bottom lip red and swollen from the assault of his teeth.

“I bet you ain’t never have a chick suck it like I do…can they do this?” Brielle lowered her entire mouth over the dick and she started clenching and unclenching the inside of her jaws, the flesh from the corners of her mouth squeezing him repeatedly, spit spilling out and to his pelvis each time. Erik reaches out to hold her in place, his eyebrows pinched and his mouth agape.

She hummed over him, the vibration making him flex his abs.

Brielle lifts for air, smiling up at Erik with a wink of her eye.

“Never had that shit have you Daddy?” Erik shakes his head no. Brielle strokes his dripping wet dick, the sound similar to the sound of churning butter.

Brielle takes both of her hands, moving them in a grinding motion.

“I’ll show you what you’ve been missing Daddy, I’ll show you what your friends wish they had.” She started off kissing his tip again, dragging it out so she could relish in the sweet beautiful agony of his body squirming. With her one hand stroking, she trailed kisses down to his balls, her lips feather like, and when she drew back it always left a perfect suction. Erik’s head went back and the phone in his hand shook a little. She went back to grinding her hands over him, her mouth latched to his dick now, sucking perfectly. It was so damn wet, the more she sucked the more spit produced.

She opened her lips slightly to gently squeeze the top of his penis, then she went in for the kill and began deep throating him. It was like the back of her throat was a bottomless pit, no gagging, no choking, just long strokes with her mouth like he was stroking her pussy.

“That’s it baby work it, suck it.” Erik just started instructing his Bratty Brie.

“There you go baby, there you go give daddy that mouth. Give me that FUCKING MOUTH.”

She popped her mouth off of him.

“Give you this throat daddy?”

“Yeah gimmie that shit like I said.”

She licked and kissed his dick.

“You gonna take it from me?”

“Fuck yes.”

She strokes him, batting her eyes in the camera.

“Then fuck this mouth like you tryna rob me.”

She lowered back over him deep, watching as Erik’s hands came to grip her by her antlers, flexing up into her mouth repeatedly. You could hear the gurgling and he could feel the tip of his dick stroke the inside of her cheek. She then made an “O” shape with her lips, making it as tight as possible, applying pressure around his penis.

“Keep doing that and watch me paint the back of your throat, how ever deep that might be.”

She used her head as movement only, bobbing up and down first only on his tip, and now taking the entire length of him. Erik shook his head in blissful agony, his hands now gripping the sheets on her bed bringing the fabric rough between his fingers as he fucked up into her mouth while she bobbed that pretty little head.

“Ain’t no way another chick can suck it like you do!” He spoke that through clenched teeth.

“You dirty bitch.” The feeling alone made him want to call her his nasty, slutty, filthy little bitch.

She popped her mouth off again, stroking his chocolate stick.

“That’s all I am? Just a dirty little bitch? Nothing else?” She sunk back over him then.

“Now that you mention it you a nasty little slut too.” The dirty talk alone made her keep going.

“Your mouth is a filthy wet hole that I could fuck for hours.”

Erik was close and the closer he became, the more his voice wavered, stumbling over his words.

“You-you tryna make daddy cum my little….” he couldn’t even finish, the feeling too much to handle.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck…” he began shaking, his balls tightened, and his eyes squeezed shut.

“YEAH!!” And with that he fell back onto the bed, his body jerking as his hips bucked into her mouth. He came alright, but Brielle wasn’t finished.

“Damn Brie Brie!” Erik lifts up on his elbows watching her work it up again.

“You not playing are you?” He had a look of disbelief.

She didn’t respond as her mouth kept on going, still deep, still wet, still tight.

“You deserve all the gifts and all the kisses and all the hugs..” Erik started petting her hair, a moan escaping his mouth every single time. It sounded desperate, like he was defeated, like he was crying out for her to keep going. It was the sexiest thing she heard from a man, especially Erik because he let it all go, no restraints, no shame, no embarrassment like most men feel. This was a great way to kick start her Christmas.

“You plan on cumming again for me Daddy?”

Erik simply nodded his head yes with the most innocent expression, his lip between his teeth, his eyebrows worried, his eyes low and fluttery. Brielle simply stroked him, kissing his tip each time earning more moans. She couldn’t get over this shit.

“Keep going baby?”

“Yes.” He moaned out.

“Kiss it good baby?” Brielle was supper wet and she felt her belly tighten. Was she?

“Yesss oh my fucking goddddd” He dragged that out long and urgent.

“Daddy..” Brielle gasps, feeling her liquid pool within her onesie. She lifts frantically, unzipping her onesie, hand dipping into her red boy shorts finally finding her swollen clit and pedals soaked in honey. She kneels back down, sucking and licking on Erik again with her fingers in her pussy stroking her g spot. Erik could hear her pussy all the way on the bed and her tongue was doing dangerous things to his balls and his shaft.

“Daddy cum with me.” Brielle was in complete shock. She was on the verge of cumming in her onesie from sucking Erik’s dick alone. She had to finish herself off, and the more she strokes, the more her stomach turned to knots and the more she could see herself making a mess on her carpet.

“Ah, fuck girl you got a nigga cumming again.” Erik couldn’t take his eyes off the sight of her moaning around his dick and the frantic way her fingers moved in and out of her pussy. He reached out his shaking fingers to stroke her face, her perfectly beautiful chocolate face before practically shouting, cumming down her throat so rough and thick it had her choking for the first time since she started sucking him off. Brielle’s legs clamped shut, her eyes squeezing closed as her fingers sloppily pumped into her pussy, releasing her cum all over her fingers and down her wrist.

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“Cinnamon French toast with honey and brown sugar butter, scrambled eggs with cheddar, and smoked sausage!” Brielle pulled out her fancy Noritake Crestwood Gold Rimmed Dining Set, plating the French toast in layers, powder sugar flakes littering the sweet treat and a small dish with perfectly whipped honey brown sugar butter. The eggs were oozing cheese and the smoked sausage had a maple glaze that was baked into it from the oven. Erik sat at her kitchen island, his onesie on with the hood up, those bright brown eyes eager and those long lashes sweeping the tops of his lids. He took small sips from his cinnamon apple tea, licking his lips because he loved the sweet tang of it. He could watch her operate in the kitchen with each meal of the day. She moved around with grace, she took her time with the food like it was a new born child.

You could tell she had a passion and precision with cooking like she did with designing clothes. She sang along to Donny Hathaway’s version of This Christmas. Erik even song along with her a little, meeting her pretty wide brown eyes each time she caught him singing.

“I hear you over there Mr.”

Erik shrugs.

“What can I say I’m in the Christmas spirit, first Christmas in a long time really.”

Brielle sat his plate in front of him with his butter knife and fork, walking around with hers to sit next to him.

“Can you…I mean, if it’s not a problem...I-I wanna know more about you. Who is Erik Stevens?”

Erik pauses on cutting into his French toast, meeting his brats gaze. It was sincere and curious.

“Wow. Um...yeah, I can tell you more.”

Erik adjusts his seat, clearing his throat before speaking.

“I honestly haven’t really been close with my wakandan family. It’s a lot of...hurt there...WAS a lot of hurt there and, after my father died years back I felt so much hate towards them you know?”

Brielle couldn’t respond in words, so she nods, making sure that she held Erik’s gaze. She knew he was a man of many mysteries like the Davinci Code but she also wanted him to know that he could trust her with this information.

“He was killed, and it’s wrapped up in my family...and I let that ride with me up until two years ago. I told you...what I’ve done.” Brielle lets out a breath, gripping Erik’s hand, rubbing soothing circles over it.

“And I’m sorry I went about it that way.”

“Don’t apologize.” She hushes him. Erik gives her a half smirk before clearing his throat to speak again.

“I was born N’Jadaka Udaku, not Erik Stevens. N’Jadaka, I don’t really know that nigga well.” He chuckles a little causing her to do the same.

“But, I’m a prince...and I’ve convinced myself that I should give that a try, but I’m cool with being Erik Stevens; Killmonger.”

Brielle raised a single arched brow at him.

“Killmonger huh?” Saying that brought back memories to when he told her about killing people.

“Yeah, I know Killmonger is a savage but, that’s a part of me.” She could really see his heart in his words.

“Well, I’m sorry about your father…”

“N’Jobu.” He clarifies.

“I’m sure N’Jobu is proud of his son… and your mom too right?”

Erik gives a half shrug, turning to grab his mug. Brielle noticed the shift in his mood a little.

“Oh, E...I’m so sorry babe.” She grabs his face, watching as his eyes flicked downward into his lap. He jerks a little lifting his head with a rapid blink of his captivating eyes.

“Family man...that shit can be a trip.” He looks at her leaning in to peck her soft cheek.

“You pulling at my heartstrings girl stop making me feel soft.” Erik nudges her, earning a glare.

“Why don’t you eat your food Mr Softy.” Erik laughs an addictive laugh, finally cutting into his French toast, dipping it into the whipped butter and taking no time to put it into his mouth. Brielle took notice at how he would eat his food off his fork with the utensil backwards.

Erik chews, and the more he chewed, the slower it became. He closed his eyes, opening them to take another stab at the sweet toast, dipping it, and bringing it back to his mouth. He let out a soothing breath as if meditating and the sight alone had Brielle forgetting her own plate.

“Lately I’ve been really taking the time to appreciate my food and savoring that shit.” Brielle was in awe of this man, this aristocratic man.

“And when I do that now, it makes me build memories off of the food I’ve tried and it makes my taste buds form those memories you know what I’m saying?” He scrapes his tongue over his teeth.

“You cooked the HELL out of that French toast baby.” She loved the way he called her baby, his little bratty baby.

“It’s so fucking good Brie Brie mm.” She blushes hard, her hand coming up to cover her mouth, trying to control it. In between her eating she took glances at him sampling the eggs and sausage, a hum of approval escaping every time, she hitched a breath at the way he took is pointer finger and sometimes his pinky to smear along the surface of the expensive chinaware, sucking on the digits causing his dimples to appear. His plate was completely clean.

“I only do that when I’ve been served up a meal to remember.” He said in finality, reaching over to grab a second serving.

After the breakfast to remember, Brielle and Erik sat on the plush carpet of her living room in front of her white Christmas tree with her fancy glass Christmas ornaments and gold star on top of her tree.The European style wall mount electric fireplace made them feel warm and cozy. Muffin was perched on her chocolate velvet Wentworth Tufted Dog Bed, a cute Christmas reef collar around her neck and her fur perfectly groomed.

Brielle made Erik a personal Christmas stocking that was of suede ivory with his name embroidered in gold. She begged him to wear his Santa hat again, snapping pictures of him on her phone, at first to his annoyance but then the goof ball surfaced, providing her with pics of his tongue out.

Brielle seemed to have two for Erik under her Christmas tree that he didn’t ignore, his interest peaked. She insisted that he accept her gifts without a debate.

“I can spend money on you too Mr. Don’t argue with me.”

She pointed a warning finger to him.

“Alright mama!” Erik held up his hands in surrender.

She smiles, picking up a small white box with silver trimming, handing it over to him. She looked dreamy and ecstatic as she sat up on her knees. Erik runs his fingers over the surface of the box, gazing at it intently, before finally lifting the lid, his eyes staring down in disbelief.

“You...” that was all he said, his pouty full bottom lip hanging and his eyes searching.

It was 18 CT gold, with champagne color and black dial, oysterflex bracelet with 4130 movement; a self-winding mechanical chronograph movement.

“Brielle.” That’s all he said, that lady-killer smile creeping up.

It was a Comograph Daytona Rolex watch. It came with a fancy note that Erik read allowed.

“The Cosmograph Daytona, introduced in 1963, was designed to meet the demands of professional racing drivers. An icon eternally joined in name and function to the high-performance world of motor sport. Fifty years after its creation, the Cosmograph Daytona remains in a class of its own among sport chronographs.” He read it in a sort of whisper, Brielle encapsulated by his words like a model ship in a bottle.

Erik turned the watch around, seeing his name engraved into the shining gold, along with a small passage. He peered over at Brielle, watching the apples of her cheeks pop, those beautiful eyes edging him on further.

Erik squinted closely to read the passage, assuming he wanted her to read that allowed as well.

The bold, daring, intellectual, charming.

The elegant man, the brave man-my man.

As you watch the hands of this edgy watch tick,

I want you to be reminded that every time spent

With you is worth many more. With Love, Happy Holidays Erik.

What he didn’t expect was that. Erik met her blazing eyes again, his thumb running over the engraved gold of his brand new Rolex.

“You are really something special aren’t you girl?” Erik gripped her chin, and as if a shadow had been casted over them both, her face was close to his and the sweet smell of maple could be distinguished on her breath, and then her tongue was in his mouth, all but overpowering his senses. Erik finally breaks the intense kiss, speaking directly over her lips with a sensual whisper that heightened her senses.

“Thank you so much beautiful.” She could feel her pulse jump. Erik takes in her flustered dreamy look before picking up his second gift, a large box of the same design. He opened the box to find sneakers, but they were definitely special edition for the occasion. It was a pair of Nike Air Force 1 Premium Winter in brown/black with sherpa fabric lining that keeps your feet warm, reimagining the iconic hoops shoe.

His smile is plastered so wide it even causes Brielle to smile. She saw the way the happiness in his eyes danced as he stared down at the edgy shoe.

“Not only is it a Nike shoe, it’s perfect for this sub zero ass weather y’all New Yorkers are so used to.” Erik went to try it on, loving the fit already and the way it made his toes feel.

“I don’t know how many times I can say thank you for you to understand..”

“Once is enough big head.” Brielle teases.

Erik finally puts his gifts back under the tree, pulling out just one from underneath in a small gift bag with pretty metallic  colors that reminded you of the tropics.

Brielle takes the bag, a groan ready to escape but Erik places a single finger to her mouth.

“Hush little brat don’t say a word.” She nibbled on his finger. Brielle removes the tissue paper, eyes looking down at a necklace lined with garnet gemstones, a little galaxy or sky of some sort hanging on the end of it encased in a single teardrop diamond. Brielle held it up, her hand being used to hold up the end of the jewel to get a better look. Within it, it looked like a sunset, or maybe a sunrise swirling like it was coming to life. She just stared. And the more she did that, the more she became drawn to it.

“It’s the Wakandan Sunset in that diamond.” Erik explains.

“When I was away within those 22 days I took time to fly out to Wakanda, to have this made for you.”

Brielle didn’t respond as her chocolate irises reflected the many swirling colors of that sunset.

“It’s beautiful isn’t it?” Erik asked as his lips softly pecked her cheek down to her neck.

“This is truly a paradise Erik. I hope you plan on taking me there someday.”

“You don’t even gotta ask Brie Brie.” Erik would take her there in a heartbeat, that was no problem. He finally takes the necklace from her, instructing for her to lift her hair, as he crawled behind her on his knees, placing the necklace around her neck, securing it tightly. Erik loved the contrast of color against her mahogany skin, hell he loved every color on her skin.

Brielle looks up from her seated position to see her mistletoe hanging proudly and almost glistening from the glitter.

“I deserve a do over Stevens!” Erik watched as she pointed to the ceiling to see the festive plant hanging. He had to laugh at that one.

“Yeah you earned it girl, C’mere.” She turns to straddle his lap, eyes closed for sensory purposes, the only thing felt was the tickle of his breath on her skin and the soft pads of his thumbs over her cheeks. The sound of the Christmas playlist in the background could be heard faintly now, even the soft breathing of Muffin. She could feel warmth from his body heat grow closer and closer as she assumed it was him taking his time to asses her before sweeping her off her feet with just his divine lips. He was gentle and careful and the rapid breathing from her was persistent.

He kisses her jaw line first, soft and delicate, earning a lip bite. Instead of him retracting his lips from her face, he simply trails the moist flesh along the surface of her jaw all the way up to her cheek where he gave her yielding kisses that felt shy almost, teasing his brat. It sent goosebumps over her flesh when he kissed the side of her mouth, barely touching her lips. She encourages him with a gasp, the tickle of his moisturized lips slowly feasting the sides of her mouth, before finally consuming her deep, the pressure guaranteed to leave a bruise in its wake. She spread her lips and accepted the dip of his sweet tongue into her mouth, the appendage swirling hers releasing the taste of that butter from breakfast. That kiss could shatter her, it was the best kiss she received from him thus far, and it was the perfect do over under that mistletoe.

Erik felt her body go limp against his, gently leading her to the carpeted floor as his lips ravished hers and his tongue practically drowned her mouth.

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Erik got dressed in his Champion reverse weave pullover sweatshirt in green with matching joggers. On his feet he work his new shoes from Brielle and the Rolex on his wrist. To keep him even more warm, he put on his Northface Retro Nuptse puffer coat in brown, with a matching brown custom made 47’ Brand New York Yankees ribbed beanie.

Brielle simply wore a vintage Juicy Couture velour tracksuit in a baby blue color with Juicy Couture spelled out on the back of her pants with rhinestones. She wore a pair of Timberlands in all white, with her hair swept into a tight bun at the nape of her neck with a side part and baby hairs. She wore a Lacoste puffer jacket in the colors white and light blue, white earmuffs over her ears with matching mittens. She was ADORABLE and Erik couldn’t keep his brown eyes off his girl.

Today was going to be a daring day for him to start, Brielle was taking him to the Wollman Rink in Central Park to go ice skating. Brielle had the cutest white skates that she had to break in a few times, and Erik would have to settle for a used pair at the rink. They both would have loved to take the new car Erik purchased for her but decided against it for later when it was dinner time.

Brielle’s personal driver let them out at the entrance to the park because Brielle wanted to enjoy a walk with her man and show him around. Erik had never taken the time to appreciate Central Park the many times he has been to NYC. They both visited the Conservatory Water, the bow bridge with cups of salted Caramel hot cocoa in their hands, sharing a kiss here and there. Erik recorded Brielle on the Boomerang app from his phone as she danced around the Bethesda Fountain playfully. All of those events finally led up to them arriving at the Wollman Rink, the crowd pretty large on this perfect Christmas morning.

“Ice skating in Central Park is one of the most picturesque activities. It’s better at night but we can do that another time.” Brielle was very much looking forward to this, but Erik felt differently.

“Now listen Brie Brie, I’m gonna let yo ass know now that I don’t know a damn thing about ice skating.” Erik and Brielle sat on a bench next to the rink, removing their shoes.

“I would assume so you’re from Cali.” She leans over to tie a perfect bow in her crisp white skates.

“Yeah, so if I go out on this rink and buss my fucking ass I’m blaming you aight?” Brielle rolls her eyes at Erik’s dramatic ass.

“Have you ever roller blade before?”

“Yeah when I was a kid.”

“Okay so, it’s like that except for it’s on ice not concrete.”

“SLIPPERY ice with BLADES not wheels.” Brielle lets out a breath of cold air, turning to Erik then, her hands on his, rubbing them since he decided not to wear gloves.

“E, I got you okay?! I’m not gonna let you fall face first on that ice and crack your skull open.” Erik did a double take at her, causing her to nibble on the side of her lip to stifle a laugh.

He squinted his eyes in suspicion.

“You sure you won’t let go of my fucking hand?”

“Yes.”

“You promise? cuz I would hate to have to punish you later for that.”

“Calm down E.” Brielle stands now on her skates, putting out both her hands for Erik to hold. He grabs them with caution, his eyes on his feet in those skates as he lifts from the bench, finally standing. They stand like that for a second, Erik’s face a little sour.

“Now all we gotta do is walk to the rink, and we are there. Okay?” Erik nods his head, meeting Brielle’s amused face.

“This shit ain’t funny Brielle.”

Brielle starts walking, her hand right in Erik’s as she watched him take tentative steps. He didn’t wobble or anything which was a good thing, but his eyes could not stay away from his feet. Finally at the entrance to the rink, Erik braces himself on the edge, letting go of Brielle’s hand, watching as his girl enters the rink with her right foot first, cascading over the ice with precision before turning back to stand in front of Erik. He had his eyebrow raised with shock, mouth parted with a continuous brisk air escaping.

“Let me guess, you took up skating lessons or some shit?”

Brielle simply smiles, giving him a wink before motioning for him to enter.

“Give me like...one minute Brie Brie.” The tip of his nose was so crimson, and his eyes slightly watered from the bite of cold air.

“E how else will you get over this fear?”

He scanned her face, closing his eyes slow before clapping his hands together, stepping around the wall to enter. The first look at him entering made her want to squeeze him from how adorable it was. Who would have thought a man like Erik Stevens would be afraid to ice skate? She was happy she got the opportunity to see this memorable side of him. He still braces himself on the wall, moving his feet back and forth to test the ice.

“Babe, the surface isn’t gonna get less slippery.”

He even had to laugh at that himself. Brielle skates closer, grabbing his hands from the wall, skating backward towards the center. Erik’s left foot slipped forward in surprise causing a string of curses to escape his mouth.

“Shit shit shit shit I was about to buss my fucking ass! Hold my hands tighter.” Brielle squeezes his hands for dear life as he concentrated on getting comfortable on the skates. After about three minutes of skating in a circle with their hands together, Erik went from looking at his feet, to looking at her, his movements forgotten. That gave Brielle the opportunity to let go of his hand, and allow him to have a little more independence. Erik seemed to like that too because he didn’t object.

Both of them started around the circle then, slowing down from time to time whenever Erik felt like he was going too fast. After about four laps around the rink, to Brielle’s surprise Erik was skating alone without her, ahead of her with his hands in his pockets, picking up speed. Brielle built momentum, crouching behind him to squeeze his booty. He actually squeals a little causing her to stumble before correcting herself with grace like it never happened.

“Don’t go grabbing my booty tryna trip me up!!!” If there was any snow he would definitely chuck a snowball in her face. Brielle skates ahead of him then, twirling a little, her movements mesmerizing as she skates around people with ease. Erik could watch her do that all damn day, he was in so much of a trance that he didn’t realize his impending doom straight ahead. Brielle did though, as she spun back in his direction, her hand coming to her mouth in shock as she watched Erik hit the wall on the side of the rink, falling back on his ass.

A few of the skaters who worked the rink approached him, mostly all women of course. Brielle skates over, crouching down before one of the women did to help him up.

“It’s cool I’ll take it from here, thanks.” Brielle gave her a dry smile before helping Erik up, his legs like spaghetti at first but finally, he was up and perched on the wall.

“Erik you good?” Brielle brushed the back of his pants off, pieces of ice sticking to the fabric.

“Remind me to never get caught up in a fucking trance when I look at you ice skate EVER AGAIN.” He waves her away, walking on his skates slow to the exit of the rink, his hand coming down to his butt.

“When we get back to my place I’ll give you a nice booty massage, how's that sound?” They both took off their skates, finally lacing up their shoes.

“A booty rub and a hot bath.” Brielle couldn’t lie about that.

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Brielle sat on her sofa with her laptop, wearing a black fishnet chemise with lace trimming, a black g-string on and a pair of reading glasses. She had her hair out of her bun now and in wet curls from washing it in the shower while Erik was on an important call. She could hear him speaking a foreign language so she only assumed that he was speaking to his wakandan family.

Brielle bit into her glazed doughnut, checking her work emails to see if any new clients came through or if she had a booking from a celebrity for a stylist. So far, she had one offer that she approved, but that wasn’t until March. The sound of the continuous water hitting the water repellent and stain resistant glass of her shower doors, caused her to close her eyes and listen. She wanted to hear what sounds he made when he took a shower, and so far nothing could be heard. Brielle put this little lingerie on to hopefully get a taste of her man when he was finished, but now she wanted to save that for later on.

Brielle closes her laptop, lifting from the couch, removing every piece of that lingerie as she walked towards her master bedroom. The closer she walked, the more she began smelling a warm, creamy yet woodsy scent. She walks around her bed, finally standing in the doorway of the bathroom, watching the foggy image of Erik as he scrubbed at his hair, with his back facing her, his ample body coated from head to toe in that dripping water, brazen and desirable. She tiptoes over to him, finally pressing her body firm against the hot glass. Erik still hadn’t been aware of her presence, his head now under the detachable shower head hanging low, his arms bracing the wall as the water spilled down and over his dreads. This man was enticing, fascinating, gamy, hot, inviting...the list goes on.

Erik turns his head under the water, finally opening his eyes to meet the foggy image of a naked Brielle pressed firm against the shower in need. Erik strokes his wet hair back, walking up to that very shower door, pressing his body firm against the glass giving her a full proof view of every muscle. He wipes away the fog from the glass, finally staring down at his juicy, lascivious brat.

“You need something from me?” His voice vibrates off the shower walls.

“Let me in, I want you to make me cum.” She was blunt.

She could see that blurred smile behind the glass, finally watching as he pushes the glass door open, allowing her access. Brielle didn’t think twice as she enters, the change in temperature making her skin sensitive. Erik took no time to push her down on the edge of the tub, his dick in her face. Erik turns to grab the shower head, kneeling down in front of Brielle’s wide open legs, changing the water pressure. His playful promiscuous eyes fell on hers.

“Since you wanna cum so much I’m assuming you wouldn’t mind if I use this plus my tongue?” Brielle shivers.

“Not at all Daddy.” Brielle held her legs back, wet curly hair sticking to the wall and pussy open and wet. Erik took no time to put the water on her clit right along with his tongue, causing her to jerk her hips, causing Erik’s tongue to swipe her clit. The water pressure was too much already, making her clit grow harder and harder, his face getting wet and the water dripping off his lips and tongue. She could only moan and endure it, because it’s what she wanted.

“You better cum good too since you want it so bad.” Erik started alternating between sucking her clit and inner lips and placing intense pressure from the shower head on her clit.

“Your pussy mixed with this water mmmmm.” Brielle gripped Erik’s silky dreads, moving his head over her clit before he lifts to add water. She lowers his head to stick his tongue in her while the water hit her clit in the best way. She was about to cum but the pressure was addictive and she didn’t want to warn him.

“Aaaaaahhhh!!!” She moans out, Erik’s entire mouth on her now. He drops the water his mouth sucking up all her goodies like he was giving her one big sloppy kiss. She hoped that he wouldn’t cause her to fall onto the floor of the shower. She grabs his hair again, moving his mouth over her with a constant moan, her thighs shaking.

“Yes take this pussy..” her head drops.

Before she could cum, Erik lifts up gripping his dick at the base.

“I need to feel it real quick baby, just let me feel that shit.” Erik waits for no objection, sliding his dick into her pussy, fucking her right away. He didn’t come to play clearly, each stroke growing harder and harder each time he entered her. The water from the tips of his dreads fell onto her face, and each time their body crashed water bounced off of their bodies. His body began to slide so he picks up his brat, placing her against the shower wall as he fucked her. She rubs at the back of his head, her nails scraping over his smooth fade, before coming up to run her fingers in his dreads.

Tongues flicked, lips battled, eyes blazed, it was the best quickie she could ask for.

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Finally dressed in her denim tunic with the back cut deep and buttoned in the front, her Gucci Lisa GG Canvas Knee Boots on with her hair in a defined wash and go. Erik stood at her vanity rubbing some men’s Shea Moisture twist and lock cream scented with African black soap and tea tree oil through his hair. He then finished off with applying some beard balm from the same brand to his mustache and beard, the smell of maracuja oil and Shea butter wafting her nose. Erik wore a Banana republic cream colored sweater with light wash drop crotch jeans, his Christmas shoes on his feet and gold pinky rings with his signature gold chain and gold slugs. He looked amazing and tempting, deciding to put on her sherpa fur coat to distract her.

The ride over was quiet, and Brielle could tell that Erik was a bit nervous by the way he kept giving her small smirks and the tight grip he placed on her upper thigh. She leans over to kiss him, rubbing at his dimpled cheek to calm him.

They finally pulled up to 47 Bell point Drive in Brooklyn NY, the Luxury colonial house already inviting. Erik slips out the drivers side, opening Brielle’s door, helping her out. She could since the jittery nature of him and she didn’t want her Erik to feel like that.

“Hey, YOU.” She points at his sturdy chest, a stern look on her face, and Erik’s brown eyes meeting her brown with an unsure look.

“Relax, okay? It’s just a family dinner. Expect the nosey, pushy family. But you will definitely be welcomed and I wouldn’t have brought you here if I didn’t think otherwise.”

She playfully grips his chin, causing him to push her hand away.

“I got this, I’m cool. Just, make sure I don’t say TOO MUCH. My family already think I have no filter.”

“You don’t though.” Erik was ready to retort but Brielle grabs his hand, leading him to her old home.

As soon as that door opened, the smell of corn bread, ham, roast, sweet potatoes with brown sugar, collard greens mixed with kale, Mac and cheese, gravy with mashed potatoes, and so much more filled the air. The chatter of her family in the living room could be heard along with Luther Vandross a Merry Little Christmas playing on her moms beats pill she gifted her last Christmas. Brielle and Erik finally enter, shouts, hollers, screams, cheers, and laughter acknowledging her presence.

“MERRY CHRISTMAS BRIELLE!”

“Yay! Brielle is here!”

“Hey little cuz.”

“Come give auntie a hug!!”

“We miss you so much!!”

“How is everything?!”

“You look so beautiful!!”

Everyone talked at once and she couldn’t answer them all. Erik staggered behind, the gift bags in hand before placing them under the Christmas tree that reached the ceiling. As the overwhelming greeting settled, everyone looked over at Erik.

“And Who is this?” Brielle’s mom asks, pointing at Erik with a hand on her hip. Her sisters Justine and Onika giggles behind glasses of wine, and her grandmother smiles at him softly, while her grandfather looks at him sternly.

“Everyone, this is my boyfriend Erik.” She intertwines her fingers with his, watching as he waves hello, that vivacious grin across his lips.

“That’s all you can do is wave boy? You mute or something?!” Her mother says with sass that causes everyone to go quiet.

Brielle could use a good hide right now, but Erik simply chuckles.

“I see where she gets her sass from, I like a women with sass.” He steps forward, his arms open for a hug.

“Merry Christmas Mrs. Johnson.” Her mother actually blushes, walking up to Erik with a laugh before actually kissing his cheek.

“You’re the first of her boyfriends to say that! a man who can handle a women with attitude.” All the women giggled, including her own grandmother.

Erik walks around the room to hug everyone, her Aunt Diana hugging him a little long, her nose buried in his sweater. He shakes her Grandfather's hand, and her father as he comes up from his man cave dawned in Giants gear. Brielle could breath now, Erik really had a good impression so far on her family.

Everyone decided to do gift exchange first, and to Brielle’s surprise, Erik bought her mom and grandma Tiffany Victoria lin bracelets in platinum with diamonds, and her sisters with Return to Tiffany Mini Heart Tag Earrings in 18k white gold with diamonds. They shouted, shocked faces and many generous “thank you’s” hugging him tight, and kissing his face. Brielle could cry at that, she didn’t think he would go out of his way to buy them a gift as well, but then again Erik did ALOT for her alone. He was a man full of surprises.

Dinner was ready and everyone crowded around the family table that overlooked the round ceiling to floor windows that resided there. The night sky mixed with snow flurries was the perfect background for dinner. Her grandma gave her blessing to the food, and then everyone began filling their bellies. Erik was the special guest there besides a few others, but EVERYONE were checking for Erik’s approval.

“How’s the roast Erik? I cooked it in the crock pot this year with homemade gravy.”

He sampled it, licking his lips causing her mom to rest her chin on her intertwined fingers, smiling.

“Tender, moist, and savory Mrs. Johnson.” Her happiness flourished.

“You like my Mac and cheese? My sister kept telling me to add more cheese.” Justine asks. Erik samples that, clapping his hands together with a nod of his head.

“Mmm! It’s so good I can taste all the different cheeses in there.” Justine giggles.

How’s the greens baby? Not too spicy?” Her grandma chimes in.

“I like spicy, did you use Cajun seasoning? A little Cayenne?” Her grandma smiles that signature smile when she’s impressed.

“Those greens, my Father used to make for me when I was a little girl, it’s a family spice recipe.”

Straight after dinner comes sweet potato pie, rum cake, ice cream, pecan pie, and many other sweet treats. The rum cake was Erik’s favorite, eating four pieces before calling it quits.

It was drinking time and more family came over to join in, alcohol of all sorts being past around, drunk uno, spades, and the music switching over to hip hop. The Giants won so Brielle’s father wasn’t picky with the music that her older cousin Derek decided to mix. Erik stole glances at Brielle from his place on the couch between some of her family members, sipping on a little jungle juice mixture he had the pleasure of making. The wide open cut of the denim tunic gave him a clear view of the deep arch of her back and the dimples right above her bubble booty that he loved to nibble. The way her thighs looked covered in those Gucci boots made him want to fuck her with them on.

If watching her was an aphrodisiac Erik wouldn’t mind one fucking bit. He could tell his little brat was getting drunk from the way she fanned herself and the clumsy manner of her filling her drink cup, spilling some down her hand causing her to suck it up quickly. Her hair must have been annoying her then, because she kept flipping it out of her face to one side of her head, giving him a clear view of her delicate neck. Erik had to bite on the rim of his cup to control the growl, his legs swinging to put a damper on his erection. She tilts her head back, finishing off her drink before grabbing her Gucci shoulder bag, walking out the room and up the stairs. Erik’s eyes followed every single step she took.

Brielle shakes the water from her hands, turning to grab a paper towel because her mom didn’t like people to use her decorative towels. She opens her Gucci bag, pulling out her Fenty Beauty Gloss Bomb in the color Diamond Milk-Shimmering Pearl. After that she fluffs her curly fro, profiling in the mirror a little before turning finally to open the bathroom door, finding her sinuous, salacious boyfriend right there as if to surprise her.

“So what, you following me Daddy?” She looked up at him through her lashes.

“You didn’t think I would notice you eyeing me from that spot on the couch?”

She eyes him up and down, tilting her head.

“What makes you think I’m following you ?” He teases, bending over her in the door frame.

“What makes you think You’re not?” He didn’t have a response for that last bit.

“If I were to tell you I’m following you, what would you do about it?” He challenges.

She flips her curly hair over her shoulder, straightening her spine.

“What would you want me to do about it?”

Erik scuffs, licking his lips.

“The point of asking a question, is for you to fucking answer it. Don’t play with me Brie Brie.”

“Well what if I’d rather be defiant?” She whispers.

“Then that calls for me to punish you.” He whispers back.

She gave him an uneasy stare, feeling his hand on her back now, rubbing his fingertips into it before wrapping his arm around her waist, pulling her up and over his shoulder in one motion. She squeals low, her curly hair bouncing along his back and his greedy hands gripping and slapping her ass playfully. Now traveling down the dim lit hallway, Brielle starts to giggle attempting to guide Erik to her childhood room.

“It’s straight ahead, the last door on the right near the attic.” Erik turns left and right, almost making Brielle slam her face into the wall. They both laugh, Erik continuing down the hall, finally coming up on a door with butterfly stickers on the outside.

“How cute, I bet you were a hot little thing.”

“Had all the boys wanting to look up my uniform skirt.” Erik tried to imagine that image. He would have been all over Brielle back then just as much as he is now.

“I would have put my whole head under that fucking skirt.” Brielle snorts a laughter as Erik jiggles the door open, darkness ahead with the smell of a vanilla bean candle. Finally in her room, closing the door, Erik pulls Brielle down from his shoulder, flicking on her light switch to ignite the large space. It was a circular room with a window seat, a desk in the corner with a purple lamp that began collecting dust, little glittery stickers on it. Her walls were painted purple too, and there was an entire design wardrobe with different fabrics in it and a sewing machine. There was a lot to digest but the feeling of Brielle’s petite hand on the waist line of his pants dragging him to her bed made Erik snap out of it.

“So this is the chick who talked like she was ready for me?”

She didn’t waver from his gaze as she sat on her old bed Erik’s head leaning further towards hers. He kisses her jaw line, the pouty bottom lip of his hanging under her jaw, eyes closed.

“C’mon girl it’s just us two, show me that firecracker chick who wants me to take her.”

Brielle stands on her bed, pulling her tunic over her head to reveal just her lace g-string that she had on earlier, bare chest with hard nipples. Erik takes no time to pull his sweater over his head, slipping his bottoms off next with his dick standing at attention. He begins kissing her bare belly, tonguing her sweet skin. Brielle edges him on further, addicted to the texture of his tongue the way it raked over her hot flesh.

“Mmm, that shit feels good.” She whispers again, Erik trails upward now taking one of her nipples into his mouth, surprising her by slapping her ass, causing her to gasp, then giggle.

“I don’t want to hear a giggle I want to hear a cry.” Erik slaps her ass HARDER, causing her to clench her cheeks, whimpering now.

“That’s more like it, now I want you to SCREAM.” Brielle giggles again.

“Scream? Sorry daddy my family are down stairs try again.” Erik pulls down Brielle’s g-string, his girl lowering to the bed now, her legs wide with her hand rubbing at her pussy.

“When I put this dick in you, you’ll be screaming then.”

“I bet the fuck I won’t.” She wasn’t about to scream in her family home, not with her grandma downstairs.

Erik puts his mouth on Brielle’s pussy, holding her legs back to stop her from closing them. She leans up on her elbows, edging him on with her hips and silent moans escaping her lips.

“I don’t hear a moan Bratty Brie.” Erik twirls his tongue over her clit.

“Aaah, mmmm ooooo.” She moans in an undertone.

Erik takes his dick, rubbing it along her wet pussy, the sound of his harsh breath in her ears. Without a warning, Erik consumed her, watching Brielle cover her mouth with both her hands, Erik practically doing push ups in her pussy rough, the slapping of flesh loud against the walls with no restraint. Brielle has to bite the palm of her hand to control it, the head of Erik’s dick hitting her g-spot each and every time he entered her. She could feel pressure as if wanting to pee, and he knew that this angle made her squirt like crazy. She mumbles behind her hand shaking her head.

“What’s that? I can’t hear you I’m too busy stroking these tight ass walls you got.” Her toes curled against each other, legs shaking uncontrollably now before finally letting out a loud cry, the old comforter underneath her growing wet.

“Thought you said I wouldn’t make you cry?” He was definitely sexed up.

She spoke very softly, using only her breath and not her vocal cords.

“Fuck me, harderrr.” Erik gets on the bed then, pulling Brielle on top of him, straddling him. He pumps up into her body, watching her bounce, the bed creaking loudly now.

“You gonna get me in trouble daddy.” She’s audible now, hands over top of Erik’s as he grabs her breasts.

“You were a nasty little girl weren’t you? Sneaking niggas in here behind your mama's back?” Erik slaps her ass to get an answer out of her.

“Yess Daddy.” She bites her lip, grinding over his dick.

“You fuck em like this? Or were you too shy to get the dick?” Erik sticks his thumb into her mouth watching her suck it slow.

“I was a tease. They had to fight for the goods.” That was a true Brat response.

“I’m not gonna lie I wish it was me who got that pussy first back then.” Erik holds her hips in place, fucking up into her with savagery staring down at the way her pussy feasted on his dick. His hands couldn’t control themselves as they smacked and gripped and jiggled her ass. He loved her ass it seemed, his hands couldn’t stay away for a second.

“Say Daddy fuck my pussy please.”

“Daddy fuck my pussy, please?”

Erik causes the bed to slide, his movements so strong it had his dick practically slip out of her, causing her to put him back inside. He didn’t even allow her to remove her hand from his dick as he fucked her, Brielle face contorting before a tiny scream escapes her mouth with difficulty, cumming a second time.

“Say daddy cum inside me deep.”

Erik needed to be deeper, he picks his little brat up, bringing one of her legs over his shoulder while the other was around his waist, laying her flat on the bed again, pushing himself deep to the point where he felt her barrier.

“Daddy cum in me deep, please?”

They were both way past the point of quiet, the entire house could probably still hear them over the loud music from downstairs. Erik licked and sucked at her neck over and over, his nose imprinted into her skin with each stroke. His arms began to shake, and his back flexed as he thrust forward two more times so rough it caused tears to fall from her eyes, his body shivering while he emptied into her.

Erik’s breath finally becomes more leveled, his mouth coming up to kiss at her cheek, taking his teeth to nibble her there with a wrinkle of his perfect nose.

“You’re welcome.” He says all cocky.

“Thank you Santa.” She says with a roll of her eyes.

---------------------------------------------

It was 1:00am and the party still seemed to thrive, but that didn’t mean no one noticed their absence. The both of them enter the kitchen to get another drink and some pecan pie, Brielle’s grandma sitting at the kitchen island with a cigarette in her hand, a small glass of what looked like whiskey.

“Hey Grannyma I didn’t know you were in here.” Brielle shakes her curls, walking over to her grandma giving her a quick kiss on the cheek. Erik leans against the kitchen island, sipping his drink while Brielle made him and her a hefty slice of pie to share.

“I never knew my granddaughter to be such a little minx; a firecracker.”

Brielle slows her movements while cutting the pie, her eyes blinking in confusion at her grandmother’s topic of discussion.

“What made you…say that?” Brielle plates the pie, turning to make it back to the island with two forks, eyes on Erik now as he pauses with his cup to his lips.

“Well, you did get it from your mother, but where do you think she got it from child?” Brielle’s skin grew hot...did she?

“All I’m saying is, you have a handsome young man in your life, and I’m sure he is very much blessed in many other ways besides his looks. I heard you straight through the ceiling baby, you don’t remember your bedroom being directly over top of the kitchen?” Brielle’s eyes practically left her sockets, a hand coming up to cover her mouth and Erik now with a fist to his mouth to stop a laugh from coming.

“Omg-Grannyma I’m...I….shittttt.”

Her grandmother put up a hand to her, stopping her words.

“Do yourself a favor baby and stop while you're ahead. Why explain yourself? It’s just sex.” Erik and Brielle couldn’t believe their ears, watching as this women drinks the rest of her whisky, putting out her cigarette and lifting from the island with grace.“Now let's go enjoy the company, it’s still Christmas!!!!” She leaves but Brielle and Erik are frozen, that is until Erik finally lets out that laugh he had been holding in.

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[marshmallow-the-vampire-slayer]

MTVS Epic Rewatch #208

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BTVS 7x21 End of Days

Stray thoughts

1) So this is how Faith is doing as the leader…

…and this is how Buffy is doing as the outcast Slayer…

Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm I wonder who’s the boss… (maybe we should ask Abed.)

2) I don’t like seeing Faith hurt, but I do get a very sick (I admit it) satisfaction at seeing all these girls hurt and scared because they kicked Buffy out and they screwed everything up in the worst possible fashion. I know that by having Faith lead them into yet another trap the writers were trying to prove the point that what happened at the vineyard could’ve happened to anyone and that it wasn’t Buffy’s fault (Buffy will make this same point herself later on the episode.) Both Buffy and Faith were trying to do what they thought was best, yet it backfired. Shit happens yada yada yada. Yet I just can’t help but feel personally vindicated when I see Faith and the potentials fuck everything up so spectacularly.

On the other hand, not only was Buffy able to pull herself together after the group (and her friends! Her family!) kicked her out and made her feel like the worst piece of shit in the whole world, but she also managed to A) get the scythe and B) make Caleb nervous, which was a first. So yeah. #teamBuffy

3) So why exactly were the Scoobies looking for Buffy? I mean, didn’t they kick her out literally the day before? And now they’re suddenly worried about her or something? The only person who followed Buffy after they all kicked her out was Faith. Faith! Do you see how wrong/ironic that this? Do you see how painful it must’ve been for Buffy not to have NONE OF HER FRIENDS – not Xander, not Willow, not Giles, not even her own sister! – go after her to see if she was okay? To ask her where she was going or what she was going to do? The only person who showed any concern whatsoever about her was probably the only person she would’ve labeled a potential enemy. 

Damn you all, I’m still pissed off. I hate this. I hate having to feel this way about the characters I’ve loved for seven seasons in the FINAL EPISODES OF THE SHOW. It just feels so wrong, but I can’t help but HATE THEM. What the hell was this fucking writing choice? I hate it. I hate everything about it.

4) If I have to say something in favor of Kennedy is this, when shit hit the fan, she was the only one who wasn’t screaming like a moron and who was actually trying to fight off the Turok-Han. So yeah. The girl got spunk.

5) But she’s nothing compared to our designated BAMF.

6) No one is kicking Buffy out now, HUH? HUH???????????????????

7)

Yes. Yes, you did.

8) And this is exactly why they shouldn’t have kicked her out or “rebelled” against her or whatever the fuck they thought they were doing.

BUFFY You guys, it was a trap. It's not her fault. That could've just as easily happened to me.

9) While I do appreciate the pun and the side glances between Buffy and Willow…

I still feel it’s very wrong they’re all just talking and Giles is playing around with the scythe as if the last time they’d been together they HADN’T HUMILIATED BUFFY AND KICKED HER OUT OF HER OWN FUCKING HOUSE???? LIKE SERIOUSLY??? In Willow’s own words, you're not gonna jokey-rhyme your way out of this one.

Like, I know the apocalypse takes precedence, but maybe say “sorry for kicking you out” and “thank you for saving us AGAIN”.

10)

11) Again, I get the same feeling with Xander. Like, did they all suddenly forget they had left Buffy alone and kicked her out of her own house? Xander is all like, “I don’t need you to protect me just because I lost an eye” but literally a day before he was telling her it was HER fault he’d lost it, and using that as a justification not only for removing her from her role as a leader but also TO KICK HER OUT OF HER OWN HOUSE. And now it’s just like nothing ever happened? How is that possible? How is literally no one apologizing to Buffy? And not only is he not apologizing, but Buffy is telling him that he’s her heart and the reason she’s still alive, which okay, it’s all kind of true, but he’s also the guy WHO BLAMED YOU FOR LOSING HIS EYE AND WHO KICKED YOU OUT OF YOUR OWN HOUSE THE DAY BEFORE?!

I didn’t know that End of Days could make me as angry as Empty Places but here I am.

We’re 14 minutes into the episode and still, no one has apologized to Buffy and they’re all pretending like they didn’t turn their backs on her and it’s pissing me off. I hate feeling this way in the episode prior to the series finale. This is not how a fan should be feeling right before the show ends!

12) Not only do I know what a glottal stop is but I’ve also learned how to pronounce it. Or at least I was able to pronounce it a few years ago. 

13) And hence the fate of Miss Kitty Fantastico was finally revealed…

DAWN Xander, my crossbow is not out here. I told you, I don't leave crossbows around all willy-nilly. Not since that time with Miss Kitty Fantastico.

If you must hate Dawn, it should only be for this.

14) Did anyone really believe Xander would hurt Dawn?

15) What was the point of this scene…?

…I mean, other than to give us Nathan Fillion’s orgasm face?

16) And this is the difference between Buffy and the rest… just remember how everyone reacted and treated Buffy after the vineyard, and see how she acts here after literally the same happened with Faith in charge…

FAITH What do you want me to say? I blew it.

BUFFY You didn't blow it.

FAITH Tell that to—

BUFFY People die. You lead them into battle, they're gonna die. It doesn't matter how ready you are or how smart you are. War is about death. Needless, stupid death.

She’s understanding and reassuring, she’s not pointing fingers or kicking people out. And that’s why she’s a hero and the rest are a fucking bunch of morons. I’m sorry, I’m still so angry about Empty Places and this episode is not making things any better.

17) But I do love when my two slayers see eye to eye…

FAITH So, here's the laugh riot. My whole life I've been a loner.(…) No ties, no buddies, no relationships that lasted longer than... (…) Me, by myself all the time. I'm looking at you, everything you have, and, I don't know, jealous. Then there I am. Everybody's looking to me, trusting me to lead them, and I've never felt so alone in my entire life.

BUFFY Yeah.

FAITH And that's you every day, isn't it?

BUFFY I love my friends. I'm very grateful for them. But that's the price. Being a slayer.

FAITH There's only supposed to be one. Maybe that's why you and I can never get along. We're not supposed to exist together.

BUFFY Also, you went evil and were killing people.

FAITH Good point. Also a factor.

BUFFY But you're right. I mean, I... I guess everyone's alone. But being a slayer? There's a burden we can't share.

FAITH And no one else can feel it. Thank God we're hot chicks with superpowers.

BUFFY Takes the edge off.

FAITH Comforting.

BUFFY Mm-hmm.

This is something that had been a long time coming. Since day one, Faith had envied Buffy. Just like Buffy saw in Faith her road not taken, Faith saw in Buffy the life she could’ve had but didn’t. She envied it and she wanted it for herself. She literally tried to steal it away several times. So if she couldn’t have it, if it wasn’t meant for her, then she could take Buffy away from it, drive her to the dark side, where she lived. Every attempt was futile, even stealing Buffy’s body and literally taking her life. It only made her feel more undeserving, more inadequate, more unworthy. But every time she’d taken a shot at being the leader, it was by playing tricks, by taking what it wasn’t rightfully hers. This time around, she had somehow earned it. There was no foul play on her part. Others made the decision for her and gave her the role she’d craved for so long. And she finally understood that it wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. Yes, Buffy did have friends and people who looked up to her and cared about her. But when push comes to shove, when tough calls must be made, the Slayer is always alone. The weight of the world is only on her shoulders, and she can’t share the burden. It took four seasons but Faith finally got it. And she could finally let go of all the envy and jealousy.

18) I just love the fact that for the first time Buffy is the one who opens up to Spike. She’s always been the one who pretends there’s nothing between them and who skirts around her feelings and dismisses his. But not this time. And for me, it was enough that she acknowledged that it meant something, even if they – and we – don’t know exactly what that was.

BUFFY You're a dope.

SPIKE I'm a what?

BUFFY You're a dope. And a bonehead. And you're shirty.

SPIKE Have you gone completely carrot-top?

BUFFY Do you see this? This may actually help me fight my war. This might be the key to everything. And the reason I'm holding it is because of you. Because of the strength that you gave me last night. Look, I am tired of defensiveness and weird, mixed signals. You know, I have Faith for that. Let's just get to the truth here, OK? I don't know how you felt about last night, but I will not—

SPIKE Terrified.

BUFFY Of what?

SPIKE Last night was... God, I'm such a jerk. I can't do this.

BUFFY Spike...

SPIKE It was the best night of my life. If you poke fun at me, you bloody well better use that, 'cause I couldn't bear it. It may not mean that much to you, but—

BUFFY I just told you it did.

SPIKE Yeah... I hear you say it, but... I've lived for soddin' ever, Buffy. I've done everything. Done things with you I can't spell, but... I've never... been close... to anyone. Least of all, you. 'Til last night. All I did was... hold you, watch you sleep. And it was the best night of my life. So, yeah... I'm... terrified.

BUFFY You don't have to be.

SPIKE Were you there with me?

BUFFY I was.

SPIKE What does that mean?

BUFFY I don't know. Does it have to mean something?

SPIKE No. Not right now.

19) Update: 29 minutes in and I’m still waiting for someone to apologize to Buffy.

20) Am I the only who thinks this speech is okay but like, the writers were trying too hard to give Anya her “Anya Speech Moment” of the season and it kind of feels a bit, I don’t know, forced?

ANYA Well...I guess I was...kinda new to bein' around humans before. But now I've... seen a lot more, gotten to know people... seen what they're capable of, and... I guess I just realized...how amazingly screwed-up they all are. I mean really, really screwed-up in a monumental fashion. And they have no purpose that unites them, so they just drift around, blundering through life until they die...which they...they know is coming, yet every single one of them is surprised when it happens to them. They're incapable of thinking about what they want beyond the moment. They kill each other, which is clearly insane. And yet, here's the thing. When it's something that really matters, they fight. I mean, they're lame morons for fighting, but they do. They never... never quit. So I guess I will keep fighting, too.

21) #priorities

22) And in another episode of Plots Totally Pulled Out of the Writer’s Ass… (a.k.a. Joss Whedon Tries to Rectify the Fact that He Wrote a Bunch of Men Violating the Original Slayer by Putting a Demon Inside of Her and Thus Utterly Destroyed the Whole Slayerness Equals Feminism Theme)

WOMAN We forged it in secrecy and kept it hidden from the Shadow Men, who...

BUFFY Yeah. Met those guys. Didn't really care too much for 'em.

WOMAN Ahh, yes. Then you know. And they became the watchers. And the watchers watched the slayers. But we were watching them.

BUFFY Oh! So you're like... what are you?

WOMAN Guardians. Women who want to help and protect you. We forged this centuries ago, halfway around the world.

Okay, I get it, I get what you were trying to do, but it was so fucking obvious, it was so transparent. Like, I know most of the so-called metaphors in this show were not so subtle (think the fucking monster-penis in Doublemeat Palace, for instance.) But the feminist struggle in the slayer vs the council struggle was always something that I personally enjoyed. And this is how Joss’s brand of “feminism” began to crumble down, in my opinion. This is what a white dude who is a self-proclaimed feminist believes to be a Good feminist storyline, but it’s so clichéd and self-evident it's almost cringe-worthy. Like, you get a bunch of Evil Men quite literally raping a Poor Woman, who is faked Empowered (her powers were lent to her by the Evil Men and the source of her powers is Evil, Demonic in nature because  duh! she is a Woman)  so that they can Manipulate her and Use her for the benefit of the Patriarchy. But oh wait! This is a Feminist Show! So in spite of what the Evil Men who were supposedly the Powerful ones did, there always were These Great and Powerful Women behind it all, the True Guardians of the Slayer, This has been a Matriarchy all along, you see?! PLOT TWIST!

Yawn.

The worst part? I can imagine all the writers patting themselves on the back for writing such a groundbreaking and Feminist storyline and for sticking it to the Men.

23) And btw, just to show you how big a Feminist Show this is, we get this…

I guess since this is a Feminist Show and Angel is the hero here and Buffy the damsel in distress, that makes Angel a woman, right?

But hey, at least he (or she?) literally let Buffy deliver the lethal blow…

24) And yes, this totally makes sense!

because Angel has not claimed to be in love with Cordelia and Buffy has not just had her more honest heart-toheart with Spike. Let’s just disregard whatever arcs have been developed in both shows in order to deliver a Ship Moment for the Bangel fans, right? Who cares about character development, right? Because I’m positive this is what former lovers do after not seeing each other in over a year, being currently emotionally unavailable, and facing the greatest evil of all. Suck face.

25) Update: minute 42 and I’m STILL waiting for someone to apologize to Buffy.

26) Sorry for the bitter rant! 

27)  If you’ve got this far, thank you for reading! If you enjoy my recaps and my blog, please consider supporting it on ko-fi. Thanks!

[alasmydearatlas]

numb again let’s gooooo

i keep feeling things intellectually, not in my body

like I’m thinking my emotions not feeling them

i should be so excited my bfs coming to visit

instead it’s just blank

i should miss him

but it’s just this empty wall in my head

and im pretty sure it would move if i touched it but maybe i feel like keeping my hands to myself rn

and i feel like im fucking 15 again

seeing my parents made me feel like that i think

left out and left alone and isolated and unwanted and like i will never be good enough

i can’t do it right and she knows that

im trying

i know she wants me to come home and then when i come home it’s not the right time

im not good enough and nothing i do will ever be enough

except sometimes i make her happy and so i keep trying

and i know i let things slide and that she thinks i should be better

dad defends me

but i don’t want him to have to

i just want her to like me

i want to feel safe and warm and welcome

but i don’t and I’m scared to feel that with someone new

with someone who isn’t here

and i don’t want to feel pain so instead i just feel nothing at all

the more i think about it the more i can feel the cloud I’ve covered my emotions with

it’s there and i refuse to touch it

im afraid I’m going to break down when Ms here and he’s gonna get sick of me and my dramatic, sad bullshit

it’s only cute for so long

I’m trying to be better tho im trying to be worth it for him

i think i judge him too

without meaning to, it happens and i catch myself doing it and i feel like shit

it’s not my actual thoughts but it’s my gut reaction

i feel mean spirited and too sharp

my family is funny

but we are not always nice

and as long as they’re laughing at smth you said they’re not really laughing at what you can’t control

i feel empty and unfulfilled

are soulmates made? are the found?

i think L is a soulmate of mine

but i didn’t feel that way about her at first i think i thought she was cool

but i want to feel the way ab M the way i do ab L

and i think I’ve pressured myself to be in love but it hasn’t been that long

we’re going slow and that’s ok

I just don’t want him to be bored of me

I don’t want to get attached bc im scared I’m gonna fuck it up

i feel trapped but it’s my own fault

im always looking for an out

for ways to leave him

bc i cant fathom the idea of him leaving me

like that isn’t even smth i can stand to think about

and my eyes are filled with tears but my heart still beats hollow in my chest

and my bones are made of syrup and my skin isn’t attached to my body

i applied for a job , interviewed for it, got it, and turned it down

like a psychopath

did i even want it

did i stop to think about what i wanted

or did i just need control

to feel like my worth was still worth something

i could get it, i wasn’t even worried

it’s not that i didn’t care

i just couldn’t

grey

everything is grey

im nervous

mentally

i don’t know how this weekend is gonna be

i want to know the future

sometimes i feel like he’s not exciting

do i want him to be

is it that anxiety i crave

what the hell is wrong with me

[wigglywormy]

A Day Off [submission]

I finished this fic WAY FASTER than I thought I would lmao. Also hi it’s me again 8) 

Ok so Lee! Kirishima is literally the cutest fucking thing I’m talking like my heart explodes at the thought of it. As much as I love Lee! Bakugo This is just such a cute idea. I love thinking about how much Kirishima loves to laugh and how he rlly likes tickling in general and he just has so much fun with this omg. And his underarms being his most ticklISH SPOT??? YEEEEES. Here u go enjoy ily so much

worms notes: IM CRyING ILY DUDE this was such a gift to wake up to omg. please never stop submitting me fics i love them so much ur such a good writer !!! kirishima is so fucking cute i love this………… so much………. <3333

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Finally, a day off. Heroes in training hardly ever get a chance to rest, but the pro heroes are having a planning-day, which gives their students a full day to do whatever they’d like. Some chose to study, or work out, or practice their abilities as much as possible. But for two specific boys, they decided to spend their day in their dorm room, playing video games. 

Actually, it was Kirishima’s idea to stay home and do nothing. Bakugo seemed highly irritated to be cooped up inside. The two sat on the floor, in front of Kirishima’s small T.V. Bakugo picked at a thread coming off of his sock, grumbling to the other. 

“We should really be brushing up on our hero work. Instead of doing this dumb shit.” Kirishima grunted as he lost another round on Street Fighter II. He set the controller on the ground and cracked his knuckles, chuckling a little. 

“C’mon, Bakugo. It’s a day off! We should really enjoy it while we can.”

Bakugo rolled his eyes somewhat, looking away from his boyfriend. 

“The number one hero never gets a day off. That’s why we should stay focused.”

Another round started up, and Kirishima got sucked back into the game. But after a moment, he spoke. 

“Look, Bakugo. I completely understand. But you’re already such an impressive guy; I really don’t think just one day off will hurt you.”

Bakugo was used to complements, not that they inflated his ego or anything. Not anymore, at least. He was silent for a minute, before shrugging. 

“It’s just not in my interest to sit around. If you wanna waste the day, go ahead. I’m gonna go for a run or somethin’.”

He began to stand up. Kirishima paused the game and watched the other. 

“C’mon, Bakugo. Grab the other controller! I’ll be happy to beat you to a pulp in a safe way, this time.”

The blonde scoffed. “I don’t feel like kicking your ass right now.”

“Oh yeah?” Kirishima teased, a toothy grin blooming across his face. “I’ve been playing this game since I was a little kid. I’m a master at it.”

“You’re not master of anything.” Bakugo replied, reaching down to slip on his running shoes. Kirishima stood, stretching his spine out a little. 

“Sure I am. You just haven’t given me a proper chance to prove myself yet.”  What’s his deal? Was he trying to piss him off? Because it seemed to be working. Bakugo’s eye twitched slightly. 

“So the sports festival wasn’t enough of a chance?”

Kirishima frowned. “I’ve practiced a lot since then. C’mon, give me another shot.” 

“Right now?” Bakugo raised an eyebrow. “You really want to fight, right now?” Kirishima grinned, shrugging a little. “Sure, why not?” He put up his dukes, giggling. His pure happiness got on Bakugo’s nerves. “In here seems like a terrible idea.” 

“But if we go outside, people will see you get your butt kicked by me.”  Bakugo’s blood boiled a little. 

“You’re starting to piss me off, you know.” 

“Aw, relax, Bakugo. I’m just messin’ around. Besides, with a weakness as big as yours, it’s easy to take you down.” 

Bakugo froze a little at the word weakness. He turned towards the door, about to forget all this nonsense and just leave, but now he wanted to prove Kirishima wrong more than anything. He sighed, kicking his shoes aside. 

“What’ya mean, weakness?” 

Kirishima’s smile turned devilish. “Dude, you’re the most ticklish person I’ve ever met.” 

Bakugo scoffed again. “That’s not a weakness,” He began, before swallowing thickly at the realization Kirishima was right. He shook his head. 

“Look, I already said I don’t feel like kicking your ass right now.” Bakugo replied, beginning to pick up his running shoes again. Kirishima decided he had enough of his grumpy attitude, and snuck up behind him. His fleeting fingers dashed into Bakugo’s sides, tickling him mercilessly. 

“Jeez, Bakugo. You should really take my advice and relax for once.”  Bakugo instantly jerked against Kirishima’s touch, forcing a yelp down his throat. But he couldn’t stop the tumbling barrel of laughter that followed suit. His laughter was sudden and loud; it even surprised him. One hand slapped across his mouth, shrouding his giant smile, and the other hand angrily pushed at Kirishima’s tickling fingers. The two stumbled back, and Kirishima put one leg between Bakugo’s, attempting to bring him down to the floor. 

“See? It hardly took anything to get you laughin’ like this!” Kirishima teased, his fingers making their way to Bakugo’s middle, scribbling at his heaving stomach. His abs were pulled taught, making the tickling sensation even worse. Bakugo sucked in as much air as possible, his palms sizzling against Kirishima’s touch. 

“S-Stop it — Y-You fuck!” Bakugo begged,  struggling to get out of Kirishima’s grasp. But his hold was as strong as ever. 

“Maybe if you admit you’re ticklish, I might consider it.” Kirishima chuckled in Bakugo’s ear, kneading into Bakugo’s ribs again, as the blonde finally doubled over, desperately kicking his boyfriend. This always happens. They’ll be having a normal day, with nothing out of the ordinary. Bakugo would actually be in a calm mood, but Kirishima would do something stupid or annoying that would piss him off. As soon as he shows any kind of irritation, Kirishima would tickle him and say he needs to relax. No matter how hard he tried, Bakugo was simply too ticklish for his own good and always found himself in a pile of laughter. He always had been ticklish, and luckily no one found out until now. Now he can’t escape his own weakness even for a second. That thought alone really switched him into high gear. It was time for some serious payback. 

With a small surge of energy, and a little stroke of luck, Bakugo gripped Kirishima’s leg, squeezing his knee. 

Kirishima stumbled a little, snickering. “C-Cut that out, it–!” He giggled, “It tickles!”

His knees buckled, and the two tumbled to the floor. Kirishima finally released his grip on Bakugo’s sides, and the blonde didn’t hesitate to mount the other, straddling his hips. Kirishima was taken aback, but still smiling. 

“I like where this is going~.” He teased, but Bakugo wasn’t having it. He grabbed Kirishima’s wrists and pinned them above his head, panting. 

“I’m really sick of your shit, Kirishima.” He breathed, “Tell me your weak spots so I can fuck you up.”

Kirishima felt his face grow hot, but he knew better than to back down from a fight. Especially a fight with Bakugo. 

“Why don’t you find out yourself? It wouldn’t be a fair fight if I just handed you the answer, right?” 

Bakugo’s grip on Kirishima’s wrists grew tighter. Shuddering at the ghostly feeling of Kirishima’s tickly fingers attacking his ribs. Finding out sounded good. It sounded really good. He never really tickled anyone before, let alone someone who was willingly allowing it to happen. It pissed him off. His large hand hovered over Kirishima’s middle; the red-haired boy was wearing a skin-tight, cotton T-shirt. It left him wide open. Bakugo couldn’t decide where to start. He wished he knew Kirishima’s worst spot already, so he could really get a taste of his own medicine. He only hoped he was as ticklish as he was. Kirishima watched closely, his sides already tingling with anticipation. Each time Bakugo’s hand got close, he squirmed a little. At one point, His hand got dangerously close, and he started giggling. 

“Q-Quit teasing!” he pleaded, his cheeks still red. He knew not to activate his hardening quirk, which would be difficult, but he was all about fairness. 

“You’re laughing already and I haven’t even touched you.” Bakugo bit into his lower lip, trying to hide his evil smile. He was actually having fun with this. Finally, his fingers dug into Kirishima’s side, feeling for any ribs that he could wiggle in between. Kirishima yelped a little, trying to worm away from his touch. He giggled, but nothing too loud. So he wasn’t as ticklish as Bakugo was.

Bakugo found himself to be a little disappointed, so he upped the tempo a little. He really dug around, moving lower, curious as to if his hips were ticklish at all. Finally, Kirishima actually began to laugh, struggling a little more. 

“Aha- ah, shit!” Kirishima breathed, wiggling beneath the other. It was a good spot, but nothing special. Bakugo switched hands, and began to tickle his other side. Kirishima laughed harder, beginning to wheeze a little. 

“No-!” He almost whispered, especially as Bakugo got a little too close to his worst tickle spot. Bakugo seemed to be in deep concentration, eager to find where the hell his spot was. It wasn’t fair, for Kirishima to have a specific spot, but for him to be outrageously ticklish on every square inch of his body. That thought alone pissed him off again. 

“Ugh, c’mon! Where’s that fucking spot?” He growled, wishing he had both of his hands to explore faster. 

Kirishima lifted his head a little, pushing against Bakugo’s touch. 

“J-Just give up, dude,” He snickered as Bakugo pushed his thumb into the hollow of his hip. “Just admit I won!” 

“Die.” Bakugo spat, tickling up Kirishima’s sides again. His fingers crawled into the fold of Kirishima’s arm, and he found something wonderful. Kirishima threw his head back, nearly screeching. Bakugo tried not to look excited, as he clawed against his underarm. Kirishima bucked, his laughter roaring. 

“NO, NO NO!” He begged, kicking his leg against the floor as hard as he could. That was absolute worst spot. He found it. He was going to die. 

Knowing this was going to bring him success, Bakugo finally let go of Kirishima’s wrists, and shoved both his hands under Kirishima’s arms. The poor red-haired boy was laughing so hard, he merely wheezed and weakly squirmed away from Bakugo’s touch. Tears started to stream down his cheeks.

“F-Fuck, stop-!” Kirishima pleaded, pounding his fist against the floor. It was so difficult not to harden himself. He pressed his arms against his sides, bucking again as his laughter nearly shook the walls. Bakugo had a full-on smile at this point, as devilish as ever. 

“Doesn’t feel good, does it?” Bakugo actually teased, jabbing his fingers quickly right above Kirishima’s rib cage. The other was practically crying at this point; he could hardly breathe, let alone talk. After a few more moments of basking in this beautiful scene, Bakugo stopped. 

Kirishima coughed, catching his breath quickly. “Th-That’s…” He began. Bakugo cracked his knuckles, impatiently waiting for him to finish his sentence. Finally

Kirishima beamed up at Bakugo. “That’s all you’ve got?” 

Bakugo seemed surprised. “You’re fuckin’ with me, right? I could’ve killed you.” 

Kirishima shrugged. “I mean, I did say I was going to beat you in a fight one day, right?”

“Not this kind of fight.” 

“We never mentioned what kind. So yeah, this kind of fight.” 

Bakugo at least had the advantage of knowing where his most ticklish spot was. But he had a feeling Kirishima would do something stupid and he’d end up being the one heaving on the floor. But this was also at least satisfying his thirst for revenge. “Suit yourself.” He mumbled, before pinning one arm above Kirishima’s head, and tickling full-force against his underarm again. Within milliseconds, Kirishima was howling, enjoying every second of the sensation. His closeness with Bakugo felt stronger than ever, and so did his grip. He decided a little more time for Bakugo to soak up his feeling of success wouldn’t hurt. After all, the smile on his face was pure enough to cure diseases. His lungs felt like collapsing, and it almost felt like he was going into some kind of subspace whenever he squeezed his eyes shut and laughed with all his might; he saw stars and sparks off light, uncontrollably twisting his body away as much as possible with no means of escaping. 

In a word, his day off couldn’t have been more perfect.