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Minors NDI: there will be mature content on this blog. I swear, if I find a child in my notifs, I'll shave your hair off ☺️

English isn't my first language so be nice if you see any errors in my fics.

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 About me

I'm Drea, nineteen and South African.

I'm a black (albino) woman who loves to write.ᐟ

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 Writing Rules

I will write smut BUT please understand that I can turn down requests if I'm not comfortable with the nature of the smut

I write all my fics as "x black reader" I believe black women are underrepresented in the fic world. If you aren't black you can still read though.ᐟ

Requests may take some time to come through but I will get all of them posted.ᐟ Thank you for your patients.ᐟ

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Last Updated: 15 February 2025

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also i thought i would add something to this post of mine while i'm working on a new blurb

i have seen so many people on tiktok (men. of course it's men) that have done a "cosplay" of the menendez brothers (nicholas and erik) for this year's halloween. the comments? "yk what hell yeah", "imma take both", etc etc. not a single hate comment in sight. people found it fun, a way of showing appreciation for the actors & the show itself... for me, it is still disgusting.

the edits. the edits of nicholas and cooper as lyle and erik. sexualising them, basically ━ sexualising the "characters", the people who went through abuse and killed their parents in self defence.

but when nicholas takes a picture with ━ probably ━ fans or friends who dressed up as them, everyone tries to... cancel him? oh i just have to fucking laugh.

i might get hate for this, but i think he probably didn't think it would be offensive. i feel like he has so much respect for the brothers, even if he might not show it ━ HIM NOT WANTING TO MEET WITH LYLE DOES NOT MEAN HE DOESN'T STAND BY THEM ━ he's just not as open about it.

he doesn't owe shit to any of the super sensitive twitter people. i'm pretty sure he had no bad intentions. he could have refused to take the picture, of course. but he probably laughed it off and didn't think it was a big deal...

people just hate to hate ━ nicholas has gotten popular, he's handsome and a genuinely sweet guy ━ and people just hate it when someone is rich, successful and hot asf.

and... i'm not a dickrider because again i don't know this guy personally, i just happen to write stuff about him and his character. but i think he's such a sweet soul, but he's made mistakes that he has to take responsibility for.

but.

i stand with menendez brothers. i stand with them since 2020, watched every single one of their trials, it's not okay to dress as them for fucking halloween. they're abuse victims. they're REAL people who have to be free. menendez brothers slander won't be accepted on this blog (if you don't stand by them you're a terrible. fucking. person & just block me already).

okay that's it i think.

nicholas' introverted ass had no bad intentions i'm pretty sure 🤷🏻‍♀️

Missing You So Much

Request by @starobsidianruby

Brown Reader!!!

Suddenly, I heard the front door creak open, and my heart skipped a beat. Could it be Bret? I stood up eagerly, my eyes fixed on the entrance. And there he was, standing in the doorway a wide grin on his face.

"Bret!" I exclaimed, tears already welling up in my eyes. I rushed towards him, unable to contain my emotions any longer. He opened his arms, and I threw myself into his embrace, burying my face in his chest.

I could feel his arms wrap around me, holding me tight. "I missed you so much," I whispered, my voice choked with tears. "It's been so hard without you."

His grip on me tightened, as if he never wanted to let go. "I missed you too, brownY/n," he murmured, his voice filled with sincerity. "I promise, from now on, I'll take more breaks and spend more time with you. We'll make sure to be together, no matter what."

Tears streamed down my face as I looked up at him, my heart overflowing with love. "Thank you," I managed to say, my voice filled with gratitude. "I love you so much, Bret."

He wiped away my tears gently with his thumb, his eyes filled with tenderness. "I love you too, brownY/n," he whispered. "And I'll do everything in my power to make sure you never have to feel this lonely again."

In that moment, as we held each other tightly, I knew that our love was strong enough to withstand any distance or challenge. And with Bret's promise to prioritize our time together, I felt a renewed sense of hope and happiness.

Everyone has the potential to fall victim to being indoctrinated into a cult. Anyone can be sexually assaulted. Anyone can become a victim of an abusive relationship. Yes, even if you're intelligent and strong willed. Yes, even if you think you're tough and "don't take shit from anyone".

If you've never found yourself as the victim of a cult, or sexual assault, or abuse, the only thing separating you from people who have been victimized by cults / sexual assault / abuse is circumstance. That's it. Sheer luck. Luck over what family you were born into. Luck over who you were surrounded by when you were emotionally compromised or in any way vulnerable. Ect.

You are not better than people who have been victimized. They didn't do anything wrong to ask to be victimized. Anyone can be victimized by these situations given the perfect storm of circumstances. You are not better than people who have been victimized by cults / sexual assault / abuse.

You need to understand that if you are lucky enough to have never been victimized by cults / sexual assault / abuse, it's very little to do with how smart or strong you are or you doing all the "right" things. Someone can be smart and strong and do all the right things and still find themselves a victim given the perfect storm of bad circumstances.

The sooner this can be understood, the sooner we can do away with victim blaming culture. And the sooner we can do away with victim blaming culture the sooner atrocities like cults, sexual assault, and abuse can stop being so prolific. Victim blaming culture allows these atrocities to thrive. And they will continue to thrive until we shift the blame to where it rightfully belongs.

Remember y'all, if trump wins-

You don't know that the trans people in your life are trans

You don't know that the queer people in your life are queer,

You don't know that the non-christrian people in your life are non-christrian,

You don't know that the immigrant people in your life are immigrant,

You don't know that the people in your life who could be prosecuted under his presidency have ever done anything to be prosecuted for.

You know and love someone who's life could be irreparably changed during this presidency, so for their sake, no you don't.

I’m Not The Only One

Imagine leaving Bret knowing that you don’t have his heart and crying in the hotel on your way back to the states…

“You claim to love me but I know I don’t have a place in your heart Bret.”

“You do Y/n I-“

“It’s over Bret because I’m not the only woman who loves you and I’m not competing or being in pain and fighting for your love.”

“Please don’t leave, I love you.”

“It’s over Bret.”

I was a child in my country's last military dictatorship. So here's what will most likely happen as Project 2025 looms for us all.

Forget about the Democrats who won House seats being allowed to take power. Forget about Kamala Harris, Joe Biden and Barack Obama being allowed to live as citizens. Forget about the free press. Forget about being able to vote in the future. Forget about what rights you still have. Everyone who is a 'dissident' will be disappeared. Every journalist not kowtowing to the new regime will be made examples.

And that's just what will happen to you guys. The ramifications on the rest of the world will be equally catastrophic. Forget about Ukraine or Palestine, they'll be forcibly annexed and their citizens purged. Forget about progress to fight climate change. Forget about "Oh it's not gonna affect me" because it will. Because what do dictators do when they start to lose support? They invade other countries. So forget about fleeing to Canada. Or Europe, because now NATO is going to be sandwiched between an emboldened Russia and a fascist America. And right there will be other far-right ideologues, watching how this antichrist won and dismantling democracies following the blueprint.

All because certain Americans would rather suffer under the jackboots than vote for a flawed WoC candidate.

Sometimes i look at my $elfharm scars and think “Damn it wasn’t even that deep”

reminders for today:

if you or someone you know might need it in the next few years, purchase plan b. the shelf life of plan b is 4 years, and we might not be able to access it as easily as we can now in the days ahead.

if you are larger/plus size: go online and purchase ella instead of plan b. plan b is less effective if you aren’t under 160 pounds.

if you can, purchase books that project 2025 is looking to ban.

mass deportations are starting. if you see ice vehicles or agents, yell ice raid and la migra as loud as you can.

if someone asks who you voted for, keep your mouth shut. they’re fishing for traitors.

if anyone, anyone at all asks about your neighbors or their legal status in the us, you know nothing. don’t be the reason that their family is separated.

if anyone asks about your religion or lack thereof, keep it vague. this administration will look for any excuse to persecute you.

your friends are trans or queer? for the next four years they’re not. don’t expose anyone’s status as a trans or queer person to anyone else, even if you think you can trust them.

did someone you know get an abortion? no, they didn’t. they were never pregnant.

in short, don’t be a snitch, and keep to yourself these next four years. we’ll make it through this even if it seems hopeless at times.

this is all i can think of at the moment, but i’ll be adding on to this as the day continues.

we can survive this. we’ve survived before, and we’ll survive again.

Pampering Bret

As the morning sunlight peeked through the curtains,I woke up with a smile on my face, knowing that today was going to be a I woke up special day. Today, I would pamper Bret, the with a smile on my face love of my, already consumed by thoughts of life, and show him just pampering Bret. Today was the day I how much he wanted to show meant to me. As the sun streamed through the curtains, him just how much I loved I tipto and appreciated himed out of. With excitement bed and started bubbling in preparing for the my chest, I slipped out perfect day ahead.

I headed of bed and to the kitchen tiptoed and brewed Bret to the kitchen's favorite coffee to prepare his, the rich aroma filling the favorite breakfast.

air. I knew he lovedThe aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air it strong and as I carefully black, just placed a plate the way he of fluffy pancakes liked it. topped with his favorite fruits on With a tray the table. in hand, Taking great care I carried the in setting it steaming cup all up, I added a and made my handwritten note that way back to simply said, the bedroom, careful not to "Good morning spill a drop, my love. Enjoy your. As I special day ahead entered the room!" I couldn, Bret stirred awake, his't wait to see the surprised eyes filling with look on his delight at the sight of me face when he holding his morning discovered my little surprise.

As elixir.

"Good morning, my love," I whispered, placing the tray on his lap. Bret walked into the kitchen, his eyes widened in surprise and delight at the spread before him. His smile "I thought we could start the day with your favorite coffee lit up the entire room, and I could feel my heart fluttering with."

A smile spread across Bret's face as he sat up, pulling me closer into a warm embrace. The world outside seemed to disappear joy. We sat together, enjoying our breakfast while sharing stories and laughter. It was the perfect start to what promised to as we savored the simple joy of being together. After a few moments, Bret took a sip of his coffee, his eyes closing be an extraordinary day.

After breakfast, I led Bret to the living room, where I had set up a cozy spot for him to relax. Soft momentarily as the rich flavor enveloped his senses pillows adorned the couch, alongside a stack of his favorite books and a playlist of soothing music. I handed him a cup.

"You always know how to make my mornings brighter," he of warm tea and watched as he settled comfortably into his little haven. Seeing him unwind and find solace in the tranquil atmosphere filled me with contentment.

Next on the agenda was said, his voice filled with gratitude.

With that, I left him to enjoy his coffee in peace, knowing that this was only the beginning of my plan to pamper him throughout the day. I spent the next few hours preparing a delicious breakfast, carefully a spa-like session to melt away any tension Bret might be carrying. I drew a luxurious bubble bath, filling the bathroom with the scent of lavender and selecting his favorite foods and arranging them on a beautifully set table. When Bret finally joined me in the dining room, his chamomile. As Bret sank into the fragrant bubbles, I gently massaged his shoulders, kne eyes widened in surprise at the sight before him.

"This is incredible," he exclaimed, his smile growing wider by the second. "You really went all out, didnading away the knots that had built up from his busy schedule. The peaceful ambiance created a serene atmosphere, allowing him to fully relax and let go of any worries.

After the soothing't you?"

"I wanted to show you how much I love and appreciate you," I replied, my heart swelling with happiness. "Today bath, I surprised Bret with a picnic in the park. I had packed his favorite snacks, sandwiches, and a bottle of wine. We found a beautiful spot under a tree, where we could is all about you."

We spent the morning savoring every bite, delighting in each other's company, and sharing stories that made us laugh until tears streamed down our cheeks. The hours enjoy each other's company without any distractions. We laughed, shared dreams, and basked in the warmth of love that surrounded us.

As the day transitioned into evening, passed in a blur of joy and love, and before we knew it, it was time for the next surprise.

I led Bret to the bathroom, where a warm bath awaited him. The room was filled with I prepared a candlelit dinner for two. The table was adorned with flowers and fairy lights, creating an enchanting ambiance. I wanted this moment to be as magical as possible. Bret was taken aback as he walked into the soothing scent of lavender, his favorite fragrance. Candles flickered softly, casting a warm glow on the tiled walls.

"Close your eyes," I whispered, standing behind him. "I want you to relax and let me take care of you."

As Bret sank into the fragrant water, I gently washed his hair, massaged his tired the room, his eyes sparkling with appreciation. And over a delicious meal, we continued to shower each other with love and affection, cherishing every moment we had together.

Finally, as the clock struck midnight, marking the end of the day, Bret pulled me close, whispering heartfelt words of gratitude and love in my ear. In that moment, I knew that today had not only pampered Bret but had also solid muscles, and let my hands caress his skin as if they were painting a masterpiece. The cares of the world melted away, leaving only the two of us in this intimate moment of serenity.

After the bath, I led Bret to the living room, where a cozy blanket fort awaited us. We snuggled together, surrounded by softified our bond even further. My heart swelled with happiness, knowing that I had shown him just how much he meant to me.

And as we drifted off to sleep, entwined in each other's arms, I couldn't help but feel grateful for the opportunity pillows and twinkling fairy lights, as we watched his favorite movies and shared whispered secrets that were only meant for us.

As the day drew to a close, I knew that my efforts had, once again, brought us closer together. The love in Bret to love and be loved by someone so extraordinary like Bret. Today had been a day dedicated to pampering him, but it had also been a day that reminded me of the beauty of love and the joy of truly selfless acts. 's eyes spoke volumes, and I felt a deep sense of fulfillment knowing that I had been able to pamper him and make him feel truly loved.

As we drifted off to sleep that night, wrapped in each other's arms, I couldn't help but be grateful for the opportunity to show Bret just how much he meant to me. Today had been a testament to the power of love and the joy that came from selflessly pampering the one who held your heart.