#and i should go back into my room to listen to music and watch video essay and reflect on how its my fault and not actually my moms fault

[webvampzz]

mfw i realize how shitty and bad i sound and that i should probably shut up and never talk again because i talked in the wrong tone and everyone thinks im an asshole but i forgot to analyze how my voice sounds because i have a specific voice for everyone so that they dont say i sound mean and like a military guard ans

[kumkaniudaku]

101

Summary: When Asia's in need of a few lessons regarding matters of the bedroom, her colleague and friend, Kelvin, offers his expertise.

Pairing: Kelvin Harrison Jr. x Black!OC

Warnings: Mature Content (18+)

Word Count: 5.5k

MASTERLIST

"So…you come here often?" 

In a crowded bar tucked into a rapidly changing side of town, Asia sat perched on a barstool, listening to yet another potential suitor court her uninterested best friend. They always approached with unearned confidence, dropping some variation of the same tired lines only to be tossed back into a sea of misfit boy toys to make room for the next poor, unfortunate soul. 

Sabrina loved the attention, though. At a statuesque 5 '10", she didn't mind being worshipped like Aphrodite and choosing her favorite from the litter until she was bored and ready for the next man up. Asia loved it, too. Watching men fall all over themselves in a way they'd never done for her was weirdly empowering. She didn't get to take home any of the night's trophies, but she did get to listen to the stories of every Tom, Dick, and Devante that passed in and out of her friend's life. 

Barely interested, Sabrina sipped through a tiny black straw and regarded her latest contestant with tipsy indifference. "Not really. Why?" 

"Uh…I don't know. Just, uh, just wondering?" 

"Mhm. I'm drinking tequila." A loud slurp from liquid long evaporated from scratched glass filled with more ice than anything else brought the young man's attention to her hands and then back to her face. She offered him her best sweet smile and proposed, "Get me another?" 

Asia had never seen a man getting absolutely nothing in return move so fast to wedge himself between a handful of patrons vying for the bartender's attention. 

Sabrina let off a cackle loud enough to eclipse various pockets of chatter and music as she elbowed a laughing Asia. "That's, what, three for you tonight?" Asia asked, still swirling around the pity Jack and Coke she was gifted an hour ago. "One more, and you might get the record." 

"Girl, I'm not drinking that shit. I'm supposed to be meeting Eric later tonight, and I can't be drunk like I was last time. It's been a month, and I need that." 

"He's back from Portugal?" 

"Fuckin' finally," Sabrina gushed. "I don't mean to be a 'my man, my man, my man' ass bitch about a nigga that is not my man, but…" 

Sabrina didn't need to finish. Four years of their on-off whatever the fuck had been as much a part of Asia's life as it was Sabrina's. She'd been there for all the dates, all the late-night phone calls that pulled her friend away from plans, every blow-up and breakup, and the eventual reconciliation that would, once again, leave her as a lonely party of one. Unfortunately, she never got any of the fabled mind-blowing sex that came from their strange arrangement. Only the stories and the occasional video if Sabrina was feeling spicy. 

Asia downed the rest of her drink along with the jealousy brewing in her chest and slid the glass across the bar for someone to collect later. "Well, hey, as long as you're happy." Happy was relative. She really wanted to say as long as you're willing to keep your business out of my bubble, but swallowed the thought before it could breach her lips. "Should I keep my phone off DND just in case?" 

No immediate answer made Asia pause her casual scan of the room to look over at Sabrina, who'd all but buried her nose into her cell phone to grin at whatever was keeping her preoccupied. 

She called out to her friend again. "Sabrina!"

"Huh," she sputtered out, snapping from her Eric-mania. "N-no, I should be good. We're on good terms. Or I'll just go to my sister's house. Did I tell you she moved? Oh, shit. Let me take this."

Sabrina didn't leave much time for objection, though Asia couldn't say she would offer any if given the chance. She was used to flying solo. She liked moving around the city as a lone wolf, looking for any cocktail lounge or off-the-beaten-path late-night spot to slink into and observe the happenings of 20 and 30-somethings looking for something or someone to get into before trudging home when daylight came back around. 

The night was still young enough to hit up a cigar bar her old work friend Marcus had told her about. She didn't smoke, but the brown liquor was always smooth, and their food wasn't half bad. 

While she sat trying to get the bartender's attention to close her tab, a presence at her side made themselves known with an accidental shove that nearly knocked her off balance. 

"Gahdamn," she hollered, gripping the bar top for dear life to avoid starting a dangerous domino effect. Her mind didn't register the frantic apology from her newest enemy or the way he grabbed her waist to return her to a steady state. All she saw was his smile's familiar, gorgeous gleam when he realized who he'd bumped into just as his night was beginning and hers was coming to a close. "Kelvin?"

He slowly let go of her body and tried to appear taller than he was. "Good, I'm glad you noticed. Thought you might beat my ass. I know how you get down." 

"I still should. What the hell are you doin' in here, and did they card you at the door?" 

"Ha-ha. I'm a grown-ass man. Don't let the stature fool you." His fake laugh gave way to a real one shared between coworkers who cared enough about their jobs not to get fired but never enough for rapid advancement. 

Life as a creative in a city where just about everyone was a "creative" had a way of uniting strangers from all walks of life. When Asia stepped into her new agency searching for exciting new clients and an actual team of people to see in the office a few times a week, she didn't expect to be accosted by the bright-eyed Associate Creative Director who had no business fraternizing with the project management team. But there Kelvin was, half-sitting on her desk with his Nike-clad foot swinging while he rattled off lunch spots within walking distance for them to check out once she was done with her first meeting with HR. 

"You always this chatty," She asked while trying to make sense of her new Macbook. 

Kelvin sported a mischievous smile. "Only with the other Black folks. We gotta stick together. There ain't but six of us, and two of them are married." 

He quickly grew into one of her favorite people to see during the week while they worked side-by-side to meet deadlines and ward off culturally insensitive questions from well-meaning white folks trying to sell products to urban communities. She'd seen him be gregarious during long nights in the office filled with thumbtacks and beer from the bar cart. She'd also sat with him on Teams calls, saying nothing for some of the day while he quietly worked through lines to inspire consumers to do what they did best. 

But she'd never seen him outside the strict confines of work culture. In public, they were free to cross the lines of office politics and show their true selves. Asia's true self included a departure from relaxed trousers and professional shoes to make way for short shorts and sky-high heels that accentuated a figure Kelvin couldn't help but notice. 

His eyes slowly swept over her body while he finished his thought. "I'm in here because my boy just got his heart broken and needed some comfort. What you doin' in here? I ain't know Asia knew how to have fun!" 

"Nah, I can have fun. I just don't like y'all like that." 

"That is abundantly clear," he laughed. "You haven't had lunch with me in like two weeks. We got a problem?" 

Asia chuckled at him, trying to press her while she pulled cash out of her purse to pay the bartender. "I knew you missed me. I've been busy. Kam's been on my ass about the Moet timelines, and I'm trying to slim down a little bit for my birthday trip anyway. I can't keep eating smash burgers with you three times a week." Kelvin listened as he lazily pushed her hand away as soon as he could reach it and replaced her payment method with his. 

He lightly bit down on his bottom lip, trying not to look down at her legs again. "You definitely doin' that," he complimented, a flirtatious lilt thick in his delivery. "Make it up to me tonight." 

"How?" 

"Kick it with us. We won't be out that long." Kelvin used his head to gesture toward a table to people Asia assumed to be his friends. Two girls and three guys, leaving her to make the group even. He caught her trepidation and stepped a little closer so that she could see his face clearly under blinking strobe lights. "I got you. We can leave at any time if you want. Drinks on me."

Asia rolled her eyes. "I'm not askin' you to do that." 

"You don't need to. I aim to please, love. C'mon."

Part of her wanted to refuse his invitation and use Sabrina as her scapegoat. After all, she did step out as one half of a pair. 

Then, the other part directed her attention to the tall woman conspicuously making her way to the front entrance, her phone pressed to her ear, and an Uber waiting as her chariot to carry her away from the ball and to a man too shady to ever be a prince. 

Kelvin stood awaiting her answer, his eyebrows doing a bit of a cha-cha as he made them wiggle. 

Fuck it. "Alright. Start with a lemon drop, and make sure to introduce me as your favorite coworker. Really do your big one."

"Still demanding outside of the office. I like that." He bit his lip again, this time checking her out without shame. When she returned his brazen act with one of her own, he chuckled and flagged down someone who could really get the night going. "Aye, my man! Let me get something for my favorite coworker."

By the time he'd ushered her over to his group of way too cool art friends, Kelvin had dropped the coworker portion of Asia's title and shortened it to "my favorite."

They all sat huddled at a small booth in the back of the bar, nearly stacked on top of each other. It was Kelvin's idea for her to sit sandwiched between him and his homeboy, all but forcing her against his warm chest for any chance at comfort. It was his idea for the group to continue their conversation about sex and relationships even though it had fizzled to focus on a Black sitcom hierarchy debate. And it was absolutely his idea for him and Asia to hang back together once the other members of the group had set off to find comfort as pairs for the night. 

She could only take credit for dropping the frills in their cocktails and settling for straight shots of her good friend, vodka. 

Kelvin tossed back shot number he didn't know and let his mouth curl into a devious smirk while he watched Asia reapply clear lip gloss that caught the light just right. "You use dating apps, or you more of an organic meet-up type of lady?"

"I have profiles, but I can't tell you the last time I used one. And nobody is checking for me outside." Asia laughed quietly at the idea of someone approaching her for any reason other than asking for directions. 

"What's so funny?"

She shrugged. "I don't know. That you think people are interested in me to the point that they're swiping right of whatever the fuck."

"So you just be on there for fun? Nothing is happening?" He scoffed to himself and plucked a lukewarm fry from a basket in front of him. "You're at least hooking up."

"I've never hooked up in my life."

Asia tried to rush past her drunk confession, tried to push away the words just as quickly as they'd entered the atmosphere, but Kelvin had already heard them. 

He nodded, mostly to himself, then shrugged. "That's okay. Nothin' wrong with it. You waiting for marriage?" 

"Fuck no," she scoffed. "I'm just waiting for someone nice enough to not make it weird. It's embarrassing enough being 30 and a virgin. Not really trying to make it weird by discussing it over appetizers."

"Like we doin' now?" 

Asia laughed and finally took her shot while Kelvin watched her with the sheen of drunk thoughts clouding his eyes. He brushed her hair over her shoulder softly, his fingers lingering on her collarbone for a few seconds before he threw his arm over the top of the booth's seat and scooched lower, settling into a comfortable manspread.  

"This is different. You're easy to talk to and not being creepy about it." 

He nodded in understanding. "So somebody nice. What else?"

"I don't know. Somebody willing to teach and be patient. I'm a quick study. I just need the opportunity to learn somewhere safe." Vulnerability shared with a man she only kind of knew personally made Asia shrink in embarrassment as she rushed to clean up her verbal mess. "That's stupid to want, though. Nobody's trynna teach a grown woman how to fuck. I'm cool with missing out."

She'd started to try to cover her tracks so much that she didn't hear when Kelvin spoke back to her until the last words had tumbled from his lips in a broken sentence. 

She doubled back. "Wait. What did you say?"

"I said I'll do it. I'll teach you."

"Teach me what?"

"How to fuck," he said so matter of fact that he sounded like he was talking about his grocery list or errands to run and not having sex. He continued despite the clear look of shock on Asia's face. "Only if you want me to. I'm cool either way."

"I-I mean…I don't…if you want. Maybe we shouldn't –."

He cut in and pointed at her shot glass. "You done or want another one?" Asia sputtered out that she'd had all she could drink in one night, and he nodded, reaching into his back pocket to pluck a credit card from his wallet's inventory. He tapped her hip to silently tell her to let him out, and she followed directions blindly for a reason she couldn't explain. Once he was standing, he looked down at her with a soft smile and kind eyes. "Just think about it and let me know. No pressure."

Asia didn't know what made her text Kelvin after work the following Thursday evening. All she knew was that he told her that his Friday was booked, but Saturday was all hers. 

They agreed on him stopping by at 8:30 p.m., after anybody planning to go out had started their dressing routines and those intent on staying in had wrapped up any reason to leave the house and turned in for the evening. In her mind, that ensured none of her neighbors would see her bringing in a man clearly there for a singular purpose. 

His prompt knock on her apartment door scared her even though she was the one who told him how to access guest parking, gave him a visitor's code, and told him her apartment number. 

Wiping her sweating palms on her pajama shorts, she padded toward the door and took a deep breath before pulling it open. 

He smirked when she came into view. "On the first knock? That's hospitable."

"Shut up," she admonished, though the joke had done its intended job and chipped away at building nerves. "And take off your shoes. There's fresh slippers in the basket if you need 'em."

Kelvin took Asia turning her back to him as an invitation to enter her apartment and to take a gander at the space he'd partially seen in meetings and their solo "work sessions." 

Despite not being a hands-on creative, he could tell she had an appreciation for art. Reyna Noriega art prints and classic hip-hop album covers formed a gallery wall over her couch. A display of CDs that he had no idea people still collected sat stacked by a vintage boombox he was sure cost her a pretty penny. Potted monsteras and a well-loved fiddle leaf fig took up space beside a large window overlooking a bustling street below. It was clear she loved color from the maroon sectional in her quaint living room and the complementary pillows crowded in the corner he usually saw her sit in. He immediately recognized her desk and the lit 'on air' wall sign above it, making him feel like he knew something about her with the present situation carrying the kind of nervousness and uncertainty that typically came with first dates. 

This wasn't a date, though. This was business—an agreement—a short-term arrangement for long-term success. 

Asia cracked the seal on a fresh bottle of water before sliding it across the island to Kelvin, who took a generous sip from his spot in one of her barstools. She watched him intently as she stood on the other side, waiting for less abrupt words to populate her mind. They never came, and she couldn't stand the wait any longer. 

She ran her hand up the back of her head to adjust flyaways beneath her fresh bun before speaking. "We should discuss a few ground rules…if that's cool." 

"It's your world," he laughed. "I'm just here to help. By all means, go ahead."

Asia took a deep breath and then reached for her phone to navigate to the unnecessarily detailed note she spent the previous night typing out. "Okay. To start, I need to see your most recent test results, and they can't be older than three months from today's date." 

"Cool," Kelvin shrugged, tapping at his phone screen before placing it back on the counter. "Those are from, like, two months ago. I can get you something more recent if that isn't enough."

A soft buzz in her hand signaled the delivery of his test results neatly packed in a PDF sent via iMessage, making her swallow a lump in her throat. Things were getting too real. She continued. "I'll…give those a look," she started, semi-impressed that he was keeping up with his health in that manner. "Next, no bondage or sub/dom play. I'm not into it. I haven't tried it, but I just know I'm not."

"Me neither. What's the next one?"

"We gotta use protection every time." 

"Copy." 

"No staying the night." 

"I don't like it over here that much anyway."

Amusement tugged at Kelvin's lips while he watched her scroll further down her list. Deep brown skin. She had narrow hips that almost duped you into thinking there was no ass behind her. Strong thighs. A beautiful smile. A good head on her shoulders. Perfect lips. Pretty —

Kelvin blinked back into the present when he heard his name called. "Say that again. My fault."

Asia rolled her eyes and spoke a little louder. "We can't change our behavior at work. No one can know about this."

"Bet." He was so nonchalant all the time, so unbothered by the circumstances no matter the topic at hand. Deadlines didn't matter. Client gripes and regroup after regroup did little to deter him. He'd always shrug his shoulders under one of his many distressed hoodies and proceed unphased. Kelvin took another sip of water before answering the question he sensed in Asia's eyes. "I'm rolling off of the only work we share anyway, so we won't interact that much."

"Woah, how come?" Asia caught her reaction and tried to dial her sadness back a bit. "I mean, you're… you're not leaving, right?"

Kelvin flashed a toothy grin while adjusting the blue velour durag tied tight on his head. "Nah, I'm still around for now. I raised my hand to take on some pitch work for a challenge. I'm bored." He paused to turn his lips up in an accusatory pout. "You gon' miss me, huh?"

"Stop trying to distract me. Which brings me to my next rule: no kissing during sessions or otherwise. Let's try to keep this as platonic as possible."

"Oh, nah." The one rule Asia assumed Kelvin would accept with no pushback was the one that gave him the most pause. He twisted his face into one of instant disapproval. "I don't have sex with people I can't kiss or hang out with. I know it's just physical, but I still need to like you as a person. Nah. We gotta kiss. Go get some food every once in a while. Something. Nah."

He was adamant and unyielding in his need for physical and emotional intimacy despite their arrangement not being one meant for the comforts of a relationship. 

Asia noted his gripe and raised a hand in surrender while she backspaced in her note. "Okay, okay. We can kiss. I'm probably not that great at it, but — "

"You don't need to worry about what you're good at with me. Nobody goes to swim lessons expected to know how to swim. I'm teaching, and you're learning. That's the point of all this."

Stunned silence dropped Asia's jaw for a half second until she had enough nerve connections in her brain to pick it up and try to salvage her image. Kelvin tried to hide his smile behind his near-empty plastic water bottle while he watched her with satisfaction dancing in his eyes.  For someone usually so poised, so sure of themselves as they moved through the tiny world that overlapped between them, Asia was flustered easily. A crack in the armor. Endearing. It made her human to Kelvin, who saw her as a mythical creature filled with unattainable magic. 

Standing, Kelvin pulled his hoodie over his head, a question muffled as he disappeared behind thick fabric. "Can I ask you some stuff, or is this more of an interview? I know I got movie star charm, but I do like a back-and-forth every once in a while. Keeps me humble." 

"Oh, brother," Asia groaned. "Ask what you gon' ask, Kelvin, before I change my mind."

A glimpse at his abdomen as his disrobing incidentally lifted the crisp white tee beneath did all the heavy lifting to stir Asia into crackling embers of desire masked by a deteriorating cool exterior. 

He caught her looking, eyes wide like deer in headlights and winked on his way to plop down on her couch. "This is niiice," he drew out, scooting deeper to get comfortable. Where you get this? Don't let me find out you've been letting me pay for lunch, and you're rich." 

"That's why I gave you a break the last few weeks. See how I look out for you." she joked, earning a dimpled smile in return. "Now, ask your question." 

Kelvin called her over with a quick tilt of his head and a disarming smile. "Come over here first." 

In her inner monologue, Asia passed the blame for her slow walk toward him to the fleeting gleam of his earrings under her bamboo floor lamp acting as a homing signal. In reality, it was simple attraction. Bare bones, uncomplicated attraction. He was boyishly handsome, the type of man you meet in college and remain "friends" with until one of you gets bored. Clean facial hair, glowing skin, straight white teeth, a sturdy hairline – all the makings of a classically fine man. What he lacked in height, he made up in personality and a beguiling genuineness. 

That's what carried her the few steps from the kitchen to Kelvin's side, her eyes low until he tugged her down into his lap. He chuckled into her ear as his soft hands rubbed a soothing path up and down her exposed thigh while he cradled her. "You ever hear your neighbors in here?"

"That was your question, Kelvin? If I can hear my neighbors? Not usually, no." 

He quietly scanned the corners of the room, nodding to himself in silent confirmation, then looked back at Asia with a lazy smile. His lips pecked at her neck before he spoke against her delicate skin. "And I wanted you to tell me about Friday. I saw you got the Hustle this week. That's big, girl. Congratulations." 

His deep mumbles vibrated across Asia's body, awakening nerve endings in places she didn't know could feel so electrified. Her legs tensed as she fought for a response. "Thank you. I…I wasn't expecting it." 

"I don't know why. You been bustin' your ass. Stayin’ late…” His voice trailed as his fingers danced across her stomach to the waistband of her shorts, hovering. Waiting. Teasing. "Comin' early. Skipping lunches. The least they could do is recognize you."

All of Asia's words came out in a needy rush of air. "Yeah, I guess so." 

"I know so." Long, deft fingers slid into Asia's shorts and over her thin underwear, looking for tension to relieve. "Tell me to stop whenever you want." Kelvin kept his lips attached her neck just as his hold on her waist tightened and her eyelids started to flutter closed. He spoke low and smooth, like warm honey. "What'd you do today?" 

A sigh and a whimper tumbled from her lips, fragmented and surprised. "I…I went to the farmer's market. The one uptown by the Whole F-foods." 

"What'd you get? More of that fruit juice you let me taste?" 

"Mhm." 

Asia had something else to say, something possibly important, had it popped up at a different time. However, the words faded into a haze of disjointed thoughts once Kelvin started making slow revolutions against her clothed center. The spot grew wetter with each pass. He listened to her try to breathe for a few seconds with the ghost of a smile on his lips while he focused on easing her into more stimulation. 

He rubbed his nose against her cheek to gently direct her to say more. "And what else? Focus on that so I can focus on you." 

Heat came first. An uncontrollable, blazing internal heat radiated from Asia's shoulders to her clenched toes. The fire inside created steam in her mind that needed a minute to clear before she could mentally wipe it away and think about the moments in her day that meant more than having her body controlled by a man who, less than a week ago, had never even seen her ankles. 

"Lunch," she panted. "I had lunch at…at a, um, a vegan spot. It was terrible. I…oh my God…I wasted my money." 

"You're vegan?" 

"No. Just…thought I'd try something different today." 

"Oh yeah?" Kelvin pulled his hands away long enough to lick the tips of his fingers before returning them further south. Slick and searching for warmth, he carefully led them into her panties for skin-to-skin contact. "You're full of surprises today, huh?"

Asia's answer became a shuddering sigh that never quite let all the air out of her lungs before she went to inhale. 

They sat like that for what felt like forever. Asia breathing in an uneven pattern, eyes closed and twitching behind crinkled lids. Kelvin slowly, deliberately circling the center of her pleasure with his nose pressed to her neck, inhaling the shea and sandalwood body wash coating her skin. Both of them caught up in the rapture of an impromptu lesson one. 

Kelvin snuck his free hand beneath Asia's shirt, caressing his way to both nipples that ached for contact. He ran his thumb across his favorite one a few times over before cupping her entire breast to gently hold it in the palm of his hand. 

"I didn't know this was the first session," Asia whispered as her body grew rigid and wetness coated her thighs, the words almost lost to the low roar of her dishwasher across the room. 

"It doesn't have to be. Consider it a chemistry test," he answered. "Wanna stop?"

Asia rushed to answer, "No! Stay right there…please."

Hearing her beg for his touch, for the feeling he was producing, sent Kelvin into a tailspin of emotions that he fought to put back into the mental box he never planned to open. But he couldn't escape the burning desire to press kisses from her shoulder to the corner of her lips. "Look at you. I think you know what you want," he commented as he increased the pace to elicit the whimper she tried to keep tucked away. "Don't be shy. Speak up." 

She couldn't. Even with the words knocking against the container of her mind like cold rainwater on a tin roof, she couldn't fight the sighs and sultry mewls taking precedence over making requests. All she could squeak out as her stomach clenched to welcome the first shocks of impending orgasm was a measly whimper.

"That's okay," he murmured. "We can work on it. Breathe deep for me." 

Or don't breathe at all. Asia's lungs chose the second option, involuntarily holding in a breath to receive the single digit tentatively plunging inside her while tears leaked from the corner of her eyes. Kelvin kissed away the initial shock until she nervously returned the affection. 

It was all too good. The taste of mint on his tongue, the feeling of his hands dragging out every sigh and sound she could concoct, the way his moans mingled with hers, how his eyes seemed to try and convey something more than the carnal situation they'd found themselves in – all too good and far exceeding expectations.

Plush lips moved against each other like seasoned lovers, syncing up without much pomp and circumstance. Asia was right. She was a quick study. She'd learned the ebbs and flows of a solid kiss in no time as she relaxed into Kelvin's touch. Nervousness had quickly dissipated into familiar passion, loosening the bolts on what they both assumed would be an awkward first encounter.

Her hips swiveled against his lap in time with each push and pull of his middle finger. She could handle more. She deserved more. 

When his ring finger joined the show, Kelvin pulled away from their lip lock to let Asia's throaty moan ping off the walls and ceiling. "There she is," he cooed against her lips. "I knew you had it in you." 

Her private time had nearly gone unrivaled until he came along. She'd mastered how to get herself off efficiently with nothing more than a little mental stimulation and time on her hands. This was different. This was exhilarating. Having praise and pleasure in equal measure scratched an itch that she'd almost believed would never be satiated. Now, she had her first taste of a drug she wasn't sure she wanted to quit. 

Kelvin's reminder to breathe echoed through Asia's mind as her body welcomed release. Waves of warmth cascaded across her limbs to match the near sob in her throat. Sweat pooled beneath her t-shirt. He kept his lips pressed to hers, creating a heady feeling that juxtaposed the pressure quaking her insides and sending her essence all over his knuckles. Her breathing all but stopped until the slow tingle of feeling returning to her toes reminded her that not only was she still alive, but her coworker still had his hands in her pants and a silly, self-satisfied grin on his lips. 

"You sound so pretty when you're not yelling at me through a screen." Kelvin pulled his fingers out of her warmth and immediately stuck them into his mouth for the taste he'd been fiending for. Asia watched him with shock and intrigue on her face as he hummed in approval at his reward for all his hard work. "And you acted like you didn’t wanna kiss but you're not bad at it. I've had way worse." 

Asia's rolling eyes matched the deadpanned response she used to hide how flustered she was. "Oh, great. I was starting to worry," she scoffed. "Get out of my house, Kelvin. I'll see you next weekend. Same time?"

A pang of disappointment hit him as she stood to scurry toward her bathroom without sparing him a second look. "We don't have to be like that," he called after her. "It's up to you, but I got a Disney bundle and Uber One until the end of the month. And you gotta eat, right?"

"I guess so," Asia answered, leaning on the frame with her arms crossed while she quietly committed the dimples in Kelvin's cheeks to memory. "Can we get something I can put hot sauce on?" 

"You want your Wednesday usual?" 

She smirked and turned her back to leave. "Don't go browsing around my Netflix messing up my recommendations and shit. Wait 'til I come back!" 

Kelvin kept his smart remark to himself and sank deeper into the couch to scroll through dinner options until he found his target. An intentional lick of his lips when he knew he was completely alone brought Asia back into the room by taste and imagination, reinvigorating a stirring below the navel that he couldn't relieve until he was in the privacy of his own thoughts. 

Adjusting himself to find relief, Kelvin released a low chuckle and licked his lips again for the thrill. 

All business and no play was boring. Next Saturday couldn't come soon enough.

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[wzy3ka]

Random kisses ೀ - N.RK

Bf!Riki x fem!reader w.c- 0.8k

Warnings- none just fluff

You prank Riki by randomly kissing him throughout the day.

You woke up with the feeling emptiness beside you. You kept patting the empty side next to you trying to cuddle your boyfriend.

You groaned as you sat up and rubbed your eyes tiredly. You looked around still trying to look for your boyfriend, but he was still no where to be found.

"Ki" You mumbled trying to summon the man, you groaned once again and got up.

You stepped into the bathroom and began brushing your teeth. While brushing your teeth you scrolled through TikTok.

You came across this video of a girl kissing her boyfriend randomly throughout the day.

You chuckled and stopped.

‘That looks fun’ you thought as you began to think of it. 'Should I do it?' You thought again as you began to rinse your mouth.

You walked back to your room while still thinking about it. 'Imma do it' you thought smirking as you made your way downstairs.

On your way you smelled a delicious smell and you immediately recognised it.

PANCAKES!

You hurried your way down the rest of the stairs and made your way to the kitchen.

You arrived at your destination aka the kitchen and saw your boyfriend flipping the pancakes with airpods in his ear bopping his head to the music he was listening to.

You giggled and made your way to him, wrapping your arms around his waist and resting your head on his back, you felt him getting startled.

"You scared me" He said chuckling,

"Goodmorning" You said still resting your head on his back.

"Morning, okay love I'm gonna need you to move so I don't burn this house down" He said putting his free hand over yours.

You moved away and stood to his side, you stared at his side for a while and pecked his lips.

He looked at you with shockness but turned back to flip the pancakes quick before they burn.

"That was random" He said putting the pancakes on a plate.

"Come on" He said placing the plates on the dinning table.

You strolled over to the dinning table "Thank you" You said and pecked his cheek.

You both sat down and began eating. "What are you doing today?" You asked stuffing pancakes into your mouth.

"Jake hyung wanted us to hangout a little, so I'll probably be there for a few hours and come back so don't miss me much" He teased "Don't worry, I won't" You teased back.

A few hours passed and Riki went out with his friends.

You were sitting on the couch boredly, suddenly your best friend called.

"HANNI!" You yelled as soon as she picked up "Y/N!” She screamed back.

"What are you doing?" She asked "Not doing anything tbh, but I am doing a prank on Riki" You said giggling at the thought of it.

"What prank?" She asked "Well, it's a little cheesy but it's basically kissing your significant other randomly throughout the day" You said fiddling with your fingers

"OH! That's cute, tell me his reaction tomorrow, oh shit I have to go my Mom needs me. Bye bestie" She said as you also said your goodbye.

A few more hours passed and you heard the front door click open.

You shot your head up and saw a cheerful Riki entering.

You ran towards him and embraced him in a tight hug.

"I missed you" You muffled as you snuggled in the crook of his neck.

"I told you don't miss me too much" He said playing with your hair.

You both went to your bedroom and sat on the bed in eachothers embrace.

You looked up at him and randomly kissed him, he was shocked but soon melted into the kiss.

You pulled away and rested your head back on his chest. "What's with you today?" He said patting your head.

"Nothing" You shortly answered.

He then got up to make some ramen for the both of you to snack on.

You decided to follow him to the kitchen to watch him. You went beside him and pecked his neck, he giggled feeling ticklish.

You chuckled and pecked his cheek this time,

"Y/n, you good?" He asked reverting his attention from the ramen to you.

"Yeah, I just miss you" You replied clinging onto his side.

He looked at you weirdly but ignored. Now the both of you were sat on the couch with the bowls of ramen in your hands.

Riki put his bowl on his lap trying to find something to watch while eating.

You took this opportunity to sit on his lap.

You took his bowl from his lap to your hands and sat on his lap with both bowls in both hands.

Riki looked at you with shockness, then chuckled. "Do you need something ?" He asked eyeing you suspiciously.

"No" You replied shortly and handed him his bowl of ramen.

You were now resting your back on his chest still sat on his lap, you looked up at him and kissed his jaw, he looked down at you and smiled softly.

"Now, come here" He said flipping you over and tickling you, he stopped and pecked you all over your face.

And the night went on with many giggles.

Ty for reading!!🫶🏻💌

[writtenbyan-aries]

a fic based off of Sabrina’s “Taste” withhh… Colby?

This will be based off of the song lyrics - NOT the music video.

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, toxic!Reader, toxic!Colby, Colby cheats with reader, kissing, unprotected sex, oral (both), fingering, general filth

Word Count: 3.8k | unedited

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A smirk settles on your lips as you scroll upon an Instagram post that Colby is tagged in.

The tip of your tongue rests against your top teeth, “Well this is new.”

Colby rounds the corner and leans against the doorway of your room, “What is?”

You flip your phone around, showing him the post his girlfriend tagged him in.

He smirks, shaking his head as he chuckles, “In my defense, I told her not to, but..” he walks over, sitting down on the edge of the bed, “Clearly she don’t listen.”

He leans in, his lips pressing to yours, “I gotta go soon.”

“Mm.” You him against his lips, “Yeah, you probably should.”

He moves forward, his lips still on yours as you lean back.

You drop your phone, sliding your hands up his biceps and up over his shoulders, “Does she know you’re here?”

He smirks, leaning back, “Sam’s got me covered.” He bites his lip as his brows flick up, “You know I can’t stay away from you.”

“Oh I leave quite an impression, don’t I?” You bite your lip, pulling him in. Your lips move in a heated make out, small moans leaving your lips as his hand slides down to between your thighs.

You part them further, welcoming the tips of his fingers against your naked clit.

Your head tilts back, his lips trailing down as the small and gentle circles grows harder and faster.

Your back arches and you gasp out, clenching around nothing.

He sits up, his hands moving to push his shirt that’s on your body up, revealing your chest, “Shirt looks good on you.” He smirks, “Where’d you get it?”

“My ex’s closet. He has some real nice clothes.” You giggle as you bite your lip and he smirks, shaking his head as he leans down to kiss in between your boobs.

You tangle your fingers in his hair, pushing him down your body to where you need him most.

He grips your thighs as he plants a kiss to your clit and you gasp out, jaw slack as you watch him swirl his tongue around it.

“Oh fuck, yes.” You tilt your head back, rolling your hips forward as his tongue drags up your cunt, “Fuck.”

You look down at him, locking eyes with him as his tongue starts to push in and out of you and lapping.

Your brows furrow, your fingers fighting their grip on his hair which earns a moan from him.

You gasp, moaning out to the added pleasure, “Yes, baby. Fuck, feels so good.”

He drags a hand down from your thigh, sucking on your clit as he pushes two fingers in, which sends you into an absolute frenzy.

“Oh.. my god..” you gasp out, squeezing his fingers with the walls of your needy cunt, “Colby.. baby.”

His tongue flicks at your clit, groaning lowly as you whine and whisper, “F-fuck, yesyesyes!”

His fingers curl upward, pausing for a second before he continues to work them in and out.

You were panting, your legs twitching.

“C-Colby.” You moan out, “Fuck, yes, there, there, don’t stop.”

You arch your back, hips rolling forward as he guides you through your high, slowly coming to a stop.

You lay there panting, watching as he sits up to bring his pleasure covered fingers to his mouth. You slowly pull your lip between your teeth, eyes fixated on his mouth as he licks them clean.

“So fucking good.” Colby smirks, leaning forward to kiss you.

“Hope she likes how I taste.” You smirk, swinging your legs off the bed, “I have a meeting today with my assistant, going to come up with next month’s post ideas.”

“Yeah, I’m um, not sure what I’m doing today.” Colby chuckles as he watches you pull out a pair of jeans, “But I know later on.. she’ll be busy.. so..”

“Aw.” You pout, “Look at you, crawling back to me any chance you get.”

You smirk as you slip on your panties. Colby walks over to you, sliding his hands under the shirt that hangs down to grab your ass, “You’re addictive.”

“I know.” You smirk, tilting your head back for him to kiss you. He sighs, “I really do have to go.“

“Yeah, yeah.” You push him back, “See you later.”

As he turns, he pulls his vibrating phone from his pocket, showing you the screen that reads his girlfriend’s name before sliding to answer, “What’s up?”

You can hear her nagging him from just a few steps away and you roll your eyes, bending down to slip your legs into the legs of your jeans.

“Yeah, baby. I’m on my way. Sorry, Sam and I got caught up with editing this one scene.. yeah, yes. I’ll show you when I get there, okay?” He looks at you with a smirk, “Uh huh, leaving here now. Yep, bye.”

He sighs as he hangs up, “Duty calls.”

“Uh huh.” You smirk, walking over to put your socks and sneakers on, “I’ll see you later.”

“Yeah, yeah.” He hesitates to leave, “Maybe just..” he walks over to you, tilting your chin up to peck your lips a few times, “Okay, I’m going now.”

You nod, “I believe it when I see it.”

“I am!” He laughs, “See ya.”

You smile as you watch him leave, giving it a moment before you hear the door to your apartment open and close.

You shake your head, a smirk settling on your lips as you tie the laces of your shoes. You grab your phone, unlocking it to see the photo of her and Colby still on your screen.

You laugh to yourself, double tapping it before exiting the app.

You text your assistant, Emilia, I’m on my way to the office, do you want a coffee?

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“I think we should.. hold on.” You grab your phone from your purse, “I have a list I came up with last night in my notes.”

You turn your phone screen on, a smirk settling on your lips as you see a message request on your Lock Screen.

“Guess who just messaged me.” You move your eyes to look at the girl across from you and she smirks, “Well, I’ll take Colby’s new girlfriend for a hundred, y/n.”

You laugh, nodding your head, “You know how when you’re following someone and if they get tagged in a post with someone you don’t follow, and it still comes up?”

Emilia nods, “I do, yes.”

You smirk, “Well, I liked the post, so how much do you wanna bet that it’s a..“ you change your voice to mock her, “why’d you like my post he’s your ex ma ma ma..” you laugh, “Message..”

“Oh I wouldn’t doubt it. From what I know, she’s crazy. I don’t even know why Colby is with her.” She rolls her eyes and you shrug, “I don’t know, but when I’m gone, he’s still layin’ next to me, so. It’s like one degree of separation, you know?”

You click on the message and it takes you to the message requests within Instagram, Hey so, liking my post is actually insane. Colby is your EX and you seriously need to get over him.

You chew on the inside of you lip, “Here’s what she said.” You show Emilia your phone and her brows raise, “Hey, so. She’s actually insane.”

You nod, “What do I say?”

“Is that Colby’s shirt?” She points to your body and you nod, “Sure is.”

“Post a selfie of us to your story.. title it, slow work day.. or something.”

“This is exactly why you’re my assistant.” You spin your chair around, bringing your phone up to snap a picture, “Good?” You ask showing her the photo and she gives you a thumbs up, “Good enough for me.”

You tap the screen, typing out the words, Slow work day with an eye roll emoji.

You go back into the message and accept it, Hey so, I didn’t realize that being on good terms with an ex was labeled insane.

“What did you say?” Emilia asks as she walks around the table and sits in the chair next to you, scooting closer as she reads, “Oh gosh.”

You shrug, “What? I could say some other things. Some very crude and unnecessary things, but we don’t go there unless she takes it there.”

She smirks, “I love you as my boss.”

You laugh, looking down, “Oh, she’s typing.”

You watch as the message pops up and you and Emilia lean forward to read it, It makes YOU look bad, Colby is just being nice because he doesn’t want you sending your thousands of little brainwashed minions his way and ruin what him and Sam have built for themselves.

“Oh she went there.. but didn’t you help by appearing in one of their videos?” Emilia looks at you and you nod, “Yeah, but we don’t go there.”

You take a deep breath, smirking as you type, Is that why you’re wondering why all of his clothes went missing? Because I can tell you exactly where they’re at.

She reads the message right away and Emilia covers her mouth, “Oh shit.”

She responded with two messages, Frankly, I don’t care

But if you’re insinuating what I think you are, you should probably give them back to him so he doesn’t have to waste his money replacing them because some dumb bitch refuses to give them back.

You purse your lips, If he wants them back, he knows where to find them. I mean, my body’s where they’re at.. so maybe you don’t want him to come get them. I know I wouldn’t if I were you.

You set your phone down on the table and shake your head, “This bitch is nuts.”

Emilia nods, “Jesus Christ, I hope you show these to Colby, because you know damn well she’ll probably make herself the victim without him seeing a wink of anything.”

“Most likely.” You tap your screen, “oh.” You smirk, “Colby texted me.”

“What did he say?” She leans over and you go into the thread, both of you reading what he said, y/n. Sweetheart. What the hell are you doing lol.

You text back, I’m working. What are you doing?

Emilia giggles, “You guys just need to get back together already.”

“We will, it’s just up to him.”

You click on the banner notification from Instagram and sigh, reading off random words as you read, Colby wouldn’t dare to go back to a self entitled brat like yourself. The fact that you even think he would is hilarious.

“Okay.” You tilt your head, and Emilia gasps, “Ohhh it’s the look. The look you get when you’re about to tear someone a new ass.”

You laugh slightly, your thumbs typing away on the screen, When I heard that you guys got back together, I waited to see if it was true or not, and now that it is, I hope you like tasting me when he’s kissing you.

Colby texts back and you click on his message, What did you tell her?

You respond, I can’t lie to you, Colby. I just told her that I hope she likes tasting me when she’s kissing you.

He answers right away, Y/n.. you’re going to put me in the dog house.

You smirk, Please, she doesn’t believe you’d come back to a self entitled brat like myself, so I don’t think you have anything to worry about.

She responded and you turn your phone to Emilia, allowing her to read it, “Is she that naïve?”

You read the message, Yeah, we are infact back together, hence the reasoning for my post? I don’t have to sit here and explain anything to you. Goodbye.

You laugh as you type, “Oh she’s comical.”

You’re laughing in that picture, so I assume you think he’s funny now. All of his jokes hit different? Betcha can’t guess who he learned them from.

You hit send and go to your notes, “Okay. Back to business. Post ideas for next month, I think we can do a get ready with me for…” you point to her, “We have that fashion week in Milan at some point right?”

She nods and checks her calendar, “It’s the second week.”

“Perfect. So we can-“ you smirk, “Colby said.. she told me I stole your jokes? What the fuck does that even mean?”

Emilia laughs, “I mean, you are a funny person, so..” she shrugs, “On her to not know that.”

You answer him quick, Is she showing you any of the messages? Is she telling you any of the stuff she’s sending to me?

“Anyway. So we can do a get ready with me for the first day, and then I can make a compilation video of all the outfits I wore each day? We can find a good sound to match it with?”

She nods, “You’re a genius.”

You see the Instagram banner notification and you lean back in your chair, “Just let me aloooonnne!”

“She hasn’t gotten anything from anything you’ve been saying? What the hell.” Emilia sits back down next to you, “Let me see!”

God, you are so obsessive it’s ridiculous. I’m going to say this one last time and then I’m done. Colby doesn’t want you, honey. It’s done. It’s over. Time to move on. Get over yourself, for the love of god. He’d tell you that himself but he doesn’t want to hurt the tiny feelings you have because that’s how nice of a guy he is.

“That’s how good of a guy he is.. then explain why he was inbetween my legs right before he went to see her.”

“Is that- did that really happen?” Emilia looks at you and you nod with a smile, “Yes ma’am. I mean, that was after we fucked twice, but who’s keeping track of all of that stuff anyway.”

“I know I shouldn’t be supporting this, but this is just so interesting not to be involved with.” She laughs and you shrug, “Well, that’s my life. Nothing but interesting.”

You bite your lip, “Final message and then she’s getting left on read, I don’t care.”

If you want forever with Colby, and trust me, I bet you do. Just know that every time you close your eyes and feel his lips, you’re feeling mine and every time you breathe his air.. just remember I was already there. You can have him, if you’d like, been there done that once or twice and it’s okay, since this entitled brat doesn’t care because I’ve been known to share a time or two🖤

You go to Colby’s messages and smirk as you read over his message, No, but I’m sure you’ll show me later.

Emilia’s jaw drops and she slaps her hand over her mouth, “That dirty dog.”

You both laugh and you type, you’re still coming over even after all of this?

He answers instantly, Um, yeah. I want to know what’s happening, plus I can’t stop thinking about finishing what we started before I finally left.

“She’s actually kind of dumb.” Emilia shakes her head, “Then fact that she can’t see what’s happening right in front of her..”

“Colby’s a good guy, he doesn’t want to break her heart over..” You do air quotes, “..Nothing.”

“He is a really good guy, I mean.. besides what he’s doing with you.. that’s the only time he’s ever done anything like this.. so why not just.. I don’t know, he with you?”

“Honestly, I don’t have an answer to that because I don’t know why we split, kind of a mutual thing? Maybe we both like the idea of sneaking around.” You laugh, “Sneaking around is pretty sexy if you ask me.”

She sighs, giving you a smirk, “Whatever floats your boat, boss.”

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You hear a knock on your door and it opens as you walk down the steps, “Sorry, I was just getting ready to get in the shower.”

Colby smirks, his eyes moving up and down your small robe covered body as he closes the door, “You’re fine, that’s why I still have my key. How was your day?”

“It was.. a day, but I’m not interested in talking right now.” You answer as he walks over. His hands sliding up to untie the bow that’s holding your robe together, “Fine by me.”

He lifts you up, his lips on yours as you wrap your legs around his waist. He turns, walking over towards the couch.

You unlock your legs as he sits down, groaning when you grind down on him through his joggers. His grip tightens on your waist, “Fuck.”

You moan in his ear as you feel the outline of his, now hard cock against your naked cunt, “Need you.”

He slides his hands down your thighs, bringing them to the waist band of his pants and he shimmies them down. You move to the floor before him, tugging his pants down further before leaning up to lick up the underside of his cock.

He gasps, lips parted as he watches you suck on the tip. You flick your tongue against it, flattening it against the bottom as you work him in more.

“Fuck, baby. No one does it like you.” He shakes his head, a smirk resting on his lips, “Always so good to me.”

You pop off, giving him a small smile as you tilt your head, you hand slowly stroking him up and down, “The best?”

Colby smiles, chuckling slightly, “Fuck yes, baby.” He bites his lip as you lean back in, taking more than half of him into your mouth.

“Fuck, the absolute..” he moans out, “Fucking best.”

You work on taking him in fully, your nails digging into his thighs as he slips into your throat.

His hand moves to hold your head down, his moans growing louder as you lift your head and bob at a quick pace, “F-fuck, fuck, fuck.” He gasps, “Baby, baby.”

You lift your head, wiping off the saliva from your chin on your wrist, “What?”

“You almost had he ready to cum.” He says as he pulls you back into his lap, “I don’t want to do that just yet.”

“Oh you don’t?” You smirk and he laughs, “nah, baby. Not yet.”

He reaches down, holding his cock steady for you, and you align yourself and sink down.

Your head falls back as a loud moan rips through your lips. His hands tightly grip your hips and he groans, “The only pussy that was made for me.”

He pulls you in, his lips moving with yours in a heated passion, “You feel so good.”

He squeezes your hips, guiding your bounces, and you moan loudly against his lips, “Why’d we even break up?”

“I don’t know.. but I think.. it was a mistake..” Colby tilts his head back and you kiss up his neck, stopping at his ear, “I agree. We could be doing this any time we wanted.”

He groans at your words, bucking his hips upward, “Fuck, I miss this.” He turns his head, kissing your cheek over to your lips, “I miss you.”

You quicken your bounces, slamming down onto him as you tighten your arms around his neck, “I’m so close, fuck, Colby.”

He lays you down on the couch, his thrusts quickly picking up to take over, “You sound so hot.” He groans, his lips connecting to your neck, “Fuck, cum for me.”

He slides a hand up, kneading your boob and moving to twist and pull at your nipple.

Your back arches and your head tilts back, moaning out loudly as your walls desperately clench around him, “Fuck, fuck!”

“That’s it, baby.” He whispers, kissing back your jaw, “Feels so good.”

You lay your hand on his cheek, planting your lips on his.

His thrusts speed up for a little before turning sloppy, “Where do you want me?”

“Anywhere.” You moan, “Fuck, anywhere.” You pull him back in, making out with him as he quickly pulls out and his head snaps down, “I don’t think I..” he takes a deep breath, “I may have no pulled out fully in time.”

“Oh great, another thing for your crazy girlfriend to potentially go nuts over.” You roll your eyes with a smirk, “Oh, speaking of.”

You stand up, re-tying your robe closed as you walk towards the steps. You look back at Colby, “You staying or leaving? My phone is upstairs.”

He smirks, “What do you think?”

You smirk and watch as he stands up, pulling up his boxers and joggers before following you upstairs.

You lay down on the bed, clicking into Instagram on your phone and you go to the messages, “Enjoy.”

Colby sits down on the bed, lying back with his arm propped up behind his head, “As soon as I seen you liked the post.. I knew shit was going to go down.” He glances over at you with a smirk before going back to reading.

“Glad we’re on good terms.” He laughs, “Brainwashed minions. Thats funny.”

“Oh just waist.” You roll over onto your side, propping your head up on your hand, “It gets even better.”

“For the record, you didn’t ruin anything, in fact, you helped Sam and I build what we have, so.”

You nod, “exactly.”

“She called you a dumb bitch? Is that why you posted the story?” He looks at you and you nod. He shrugs, laughing slightly, “Hell, I would have done the same thing.”

“Do you care that I still have a lot of your stuff?”

He looks back at you and shakes his head, “No, why would I care? Not like we’re on bad terms or anything.” He smirks and you smile, “Right, right.”

He goes back to reading and you can’t help but smirk, knowing he’s about to get to the best part.

He raises his brows, shaking his head as he tries to stifle back laughter, “Jesus Christ.”

“So, are you in the dog house?” You move over closer to him and he sighs, “I don’t think so, but she’s about be outside of the house looking in.”

He rolls over into his side and lays his hand on your hip, “either way.” His eyes scan over your face and he leans in kissing your lips, “She’ll be the one missing out on getting to taste you from my lips..”

You roll over as his body moves to hover over yours, “..but I sure as hell won’t be missing out on anything.”

He kisses down your body and you can’t help but laugh, biting your lip as he makes his way between your legs.

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Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed! I love you so much and I’ll catch you in the next one! 🖤

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[kaisfanfics]

The Cow/Bull hybrid Farm & a girls dream house: Chapter 2

JJK Male Cow/Bull hybrid x Chubby P**n Star Female Reader 🔞

Word count: 3880

Sorry for the wait, I just wanted to make the chapter longer. Hope you enjoy it .

Master list

You were so glad that you did this in the morning, because you knew what was going to happen in the afternoon and that was traffic. A lot of traffic…

When the farm owners gave you the location of the farm you were surprised that it was right next to a big 5 grocery store along with a shopping mall across the street. At least you know what store Or mall to go to instead of driving to the one that’s 30 minutes away.

The drive to the farm was in another city which is about a 2 hour drive withOut the traffic. And during those 2 hours are just you in the truck with the trailer with all the stuff you owned. You were going to put all of the stuff in your back truck but your boss said that it would be better if you took a trailer. You didn’t get why but you ended up getting a little trailer because he says it is a good idea.

After driving and listening to music on full blast for 2 hours, you finally got to the farm. As expected the farm is big but what made it better was the sunset behind it… this is probably the best way to live.

Especially when given free housing.

You then startled on where you should park until you see a woman along with three Bull hybrids waving at you. You then drove to where she was and parked the car. “Hello there miss L/n, welcome to the Cows and Bulls hybrid farm. We are so happy to have you working with us. And just to make sure, have disinfected all of your belongings before coming here, if not I can take you to a room where we can deep clean all your stuff.” The woman said as you stepped out of the truck.

“Hello to you, too miss and to answer your question about my stuff, yes I have disinfected and deep cleaned all of them. I did it so that I wouldn't have to do all that work when I got here. But also so that I can just wipe them down with a disinfecting wipe.” You said as you started walking to the back of the trailer to open the door. “That's wonderful to hear, the other girl forgot to do it before coming here but some of them were able to do it.”

As soon as you opened the doors, the men started going in the trailer and getting the boxes. “Hey Gorgeous, do you want us to put them in your room or do we leave them in the living room?” The man said with his deep rough voice to you. “Ohh…. Umm… You can put them in my room dear, thanks for your help. May.. I ask for your name… please.” You said with hesitation in your voice. He is a very handsome Bull. “My name is Toji dearly. And if you need anything else like Milk or something else, ask the farmer. She’ll tell you where I am.”

Him along with the other bulls then left to leave your belongings in your room. “Oh my, you just got here and you're already started flirting with them.” The woman said with a teasing smile on her face. “I’m so sorry I just… didn’t expect them to be so attractive and tall.” You said with a red face. “Hey now, it’s ok. Besides, there might be a chance that he’ll be with you along with other Bull hybrids if you know what I mean.” She says well, wiggling her eyebrows and a smirk. you were going to say something until you remembered something.

“Oh! I forgot to ask you about something. And it is about the uhhh… videos that are made online but-.” “Oh don’t worry about it. You are allowed to make that type of content here. And believe me I was honestly surprised when I found out that you have an OnlyFans and a twitter account.” You didn’t expect for her to say that but was also relieved. “It ok to make p**n here actually, some of the bulls and cows here actually watch some videos whenever it is time to milk them.”

“Oh thank goodness, I was starting to get worried that I have to delete it or something.” You let out a sigh of relief. “Now come on, let’s go ahead and start showing you around the place.” She says wall walking into the building with you behind her.

“For starters, I’ll be showing you where you’ll be living from now along with other things.” She says before stopping by a door. “This is where you’ll be staying.”

She then opened the door to a room that’s probably big enough for it to be one of those hotels. you were at aww until you froze after seeing that all your belongings had been unpacked and put away.

You just hope that the guys who put your stuff away didn’t see a box that has all of your sex toys, but then you remember that you put them in a chest that has a lock on it. “Are all the rooms like this because I’ve been seeing all of the stuff that belongs to a Hotel, unless this building was Supposed to be one.”

“And I can see that all of my stuff has been put away” “You are correct, this farm was actually going to be a hotel, but the Business didn’t do that well. they were going to tear it down until the farm owners came in and bought the building along with some parts of the land.”

“We also want you girls to have a room with more space. But it’s not just the room, we also thought it would be good to give you girls a big bed, a couch, and a Tv so you girls don’t have to waste your money on them.” “And about your belongings, before you arrive I ask them if they could unpack your stuff along with putting them away so that you can be ready for the meeting later today. I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you about it.” She said with an apologetic tone.

“It’s ok, as long as they didn’t steal anything from me I am fine.”

The woman then continued talking where she left off. “We also made a decision to make a hot spring here, but if you want to be alone to have some peace and quiet the shower is over here.” She then opened the door to the bathroom and you were amazed at how big it was. I’m guessing the reason why the room and the bathroom is big is so that the bull or cow hybrids can come and sleep with the woman or to have some fun if you know what I mean.

“Oh I almost forgot about the closet. It’s right next to the couch that’s up against the wall. I think that’s about it here so let's go to the meeting and see everybody.” The both of you then leave the room and start heading to where everybody is at.

“Wait, shouldn't you be showing me all around the place so that I wouldn’t get lost.” You ask in a confusing manner. “Oh don't worry about it. We can do that tomorrow where you can relax. Right now we are running late because today is when we start milking the Bull and Cow Hybrids.”

“The Cows are taking care of us right now but for the Bulls, they need to be milk as well but we didn’t have enough workers to help us at the time.” That would explain why she was in a hurry today. With that we started walking at a fast pace to get to the meeting. When we got there we saw about 24 women waiting in the living area. They were also wearing revealing clothes. They were wearing black bikinis with booty shorts.

“Hello everybody, are you girls ready to cuddle with the Cow and Bull Hybrids and drain them of their Cum Milk today.” All the girls started screaming with Excitement in their voices. “Well what are you girls waiting for, go start working. Except for you Momo, I need you to help me with someone.” All the girls left except for one who was sitting on the couch. But as soon as you made eye contact with her, you were surprised. You didn’t expect to see your roommate from college here.

“Oh my god” she says while running to you to give you a huge. “Y/n, I haven’t seen you since Graduation. How have you been? And to think about it, how are you feeling now after the whole thing with your ex boyfriend.”

You honestly didn’t expect to see her again. Which was a good thing because you were starting to get tired of living alone for a while.

“It’s good to see you as well. I guess we can hang out together whenever we are on break.” You said with a smile on your face. “Well I guess I don’t have to worry about you two then. Since you two know each other so well. Olivia, will you please show her how things go around here because I have to make a call with someone. I'm trying to get those machines for the Cow and Bull hybrids for milk. If they don’t have any or just out of them then we have no choice but to milk them ourselves.”

“They probably don’t have any more since they tend to break from time to time but go for it, I’ll see you at 7pm.” After that the woman left to take a phone call. “I’m so excited to see you after so long, it was getting really lonely after college.” She says as she hugs you with her warm embrace. “Fuck~ you even gotten bigger the last time I saw you and I can’t wait to see what you look like the little outfits we have.” She says with her hands on your breast playing with them like they were a stress ball.

“And as always, you have never learned anything about personal space.” You said with a red face but you didn’t hate the feeling of it. you were kind of used to her being handy since the day you met. “Ok let's get you ready for the day. Come and I’ll show you what to do today and for the next few days.” Olivia then takes you to a room where she'll give you uniforms along with some bikinis.

“Today is going to be different because we won’t be wearing our uniforms until we have successfully milked them and then we’ll have to satisfy them by letting them do us. We were supposed to do it yesterday but something happened that let us stop the process.”

“Ok but just to make sure, there are only Cow and Bull Hybrids, why aren’t there any other animal hybrids here to help.” You asked because you heard from your old boss later on that they’ll be having other hybrids to help around the farm. “They did but they were moved to another location, I think the reason why they left was that it was getting too crowded in here so the owners had no choice but to move them.”

she said while trying to remember the reason the owners moved them. You’ll probably find out later on. “But anyway, let’s get you cleaned, dressed, and ready for the day.” She then takes you to what looks like her room which is right next to you, then takes you to her bathroom.

“I know this is going to be weird but I’m going to have to ask you to start striping. I’ll be showing you how to deep clean your body. and I’m not saying that just because I want to see you naked.” Olivia Said with a Smirk on her face. But you have known her for a while now, you trust her ever since.

“Fine, I think I got the message. But you better behave or I’ll do it myself.” You then started to take your clothes off with Olivia looking at you. Your breast has gotten bigger since then along with your thighs, hips, and ass. Your stomach has gotten a little bigger but it wasn’t bad. Olivia couldn’t stop looking at you. Just as she expected, you're just as beautiful as the day She last saw you.

“Like what you see~~~.” You said with a teasing smile as you bent over a little bit to shake your ass with your pussy on full display for her to see. “If you don’t mind, I’d love to get started on how to deep clean.”

“S-shit, of course.” Olivia stuttered with a flustered face. She then went through the drawers to find the disinfectant wipes and soap. Once she finds it, she then tells you to go in the tube so that she can guide you through it.

“All you have to do is wash your body with this kind of soap and you must make sure that you do every part of your body. And once you are done you can use these wipes to clean again but once you are done with all of that you can put on the bikini top and these booty shorts.”

Once she was done explaining what to do, she then left the bathroom by closing the door. “You can also wash your hair as well with that fruity shampoo that is on the shelf, just don’t take forever please. You have an hour to finish.”

You then started doing the routine and made sure that you got every part of your body.

——Time Skip——

50 minutes later

Once you were done you then went to open the door. “I’m done.” Olivia was sitting on the couch waiting for you but once she heard your voice. She then got up from the couch and started walking to the door.

“Good, now it's time we go to the back. Some of them are probably craving to be touched right now so let’s just go.” She said as she took your hand. you both then left the room and went straight to the back where only the farm owners and workers are allowed to see.

“Oh! And just to let you know. That the Bulls can be very touchy with women, especially when it comes to chubby Women. Just milk them and give them a reward.” Olivia says as she guides you to the barn where the Bull hybrids are.

“But what about the Cows, shouldn’t I be milking them first before the Bulls.” You ask with a confused look. “yeah, but they assigned us to who goes to who or who goes to them.” “I’m sorry but d-did you say who goes to-.” your were then cut off by feeling a hand making contact with your ass.

“So she’ll be the one milking us Olivia, I don’t think she’ll be able to handle all 5 of us at once.” One said with White hair, bright blue eyes, and beautiful soft skin. “Gojo for the last time, you have to be gentle with your farmer. Because if I remember correctly, you went too hard on that poor girl last week.” Olivia said with a stern and angry look.

“Olivia, when we ask for a woman who has a high stamina when it comes to sex, we also expect for the woman to have experience as well.” One with long black, beautiful purple eyes, and some ear piercing says well leaning on to the bull who goes by gojo.

“Uhh! it doesn’t matter, Y/n I’m sorry but I have to go to the Cows, but don’t worry though. That blonde Bull hybrid will look after you and will be helping you on what to do. You're ok with that Nanami.” She said well, looking at the muscler man that looks like he just wants to be done with it.

“I’ll make sure that she’ll be ok with me.” His voice sounded so rough but also very smooth and calming. “I suggest you go before the cows start to complain.”

“Shit, ok I’ll see you later tonight Y/n. Bye!” She then left to go to where she was assigned to. You were starting to get nervous for some reason but that stopped when you felt two hands on your shoulders. “Come with me, it’s best we don’t waste time standing here.”

He then started guarding you to where you’ll be milking them and as soon as you entered the barn all you hear is. . .

“Ahhhh!!! Yes~ deeper’ I'm almost there… ah! Just-.” All you hear is a women moaning, begging, and hearing clapping from someone who is giving back shot.

as soon a you started walking by, you then see a women being bent over the hey with a handsome Bull fucking her along with 3 other bulls stroking their cocks. They then flip her over so they can see her breast jiggling and fuck out face from how much force he puts in his thrust.

But what surprised you is seeing 26 buckets of Cum Milk outside of the room to be picked up. You then looked the other way because you are starting to get hot and bothered by seeing them.

Ok, maybe you are starting to regret coming here until you find yourself in a space with 5 bulls, alone, full of fear, and nervous about the outcome.

You were so nervous that you didn’t notice that one of them was talking to you. The one who you have met before this morning.

“Well this is a surprise, didn’t expect you to be assigned to me along with those 2 idiots.” “HAY! Who The hell are you calling idiots?”

The two bulls started arguing with each other ignoring the fact that you are starting to have a panic attack. You expected to be like this but not being put in a room with 5 Bulls who need to be milked and have some to have sex with.

You then started calming down because you had to start the day. “Ok, so… would you like me to milk you first Nanami?” You asked the blonde one hoping for him to say yes.

“I think it’s best we let Choso first. And once you are done with him it will be me, Toji, Geto, and Gojo for the last.” He said with a reassuring smile on his face. “Why must I always go last when it comes to milking?”

“Because this is her first time working here, but also if we put you first you’ll just fuck her as soon as she is done milking you. If you don’t like it then you can just leave and find someone else.” The Bull you met this morning Toji says with a smirk on.

“Now hurry up, I’m starting to get uncomfortable with these pants already.”

You then started getting the buckets to put the milk in. “Choso, would you please peel off your clothes so we can get started.” You asked with a smile to cover up the fact that you are freaking out inside.

When he took off all his clothes you were extremely flustered on how big and thick his cock looked. Yea you know they were going to be big but you didn’t expect them to be that big. It’s literally the same size as the ones you have in your room. What makes it even better is that they can fit in your mouth, but you then started to calm down and began to start milking.

You then went behind him so that he can feel your body heat along with your skin. You then moved your hand to his pelvis and started to massage him. You want to start slow so that you can get some precum out of him to make it easier for you.

You then start to massage his balls with your left hand while the other is starting to jerk his dick. “How are you feeling dear~” You are starting to get turned on just by touching him. “Feels good. I’m guessing that this is probably not the first time you have done this, right?” He says, knowing what you do to get money.

Choso’s P.O.V.

He is the only person in the room who knows that you were a steeper but not just a steeper, but a porn star that is still active on Only Fans and Twitter. He was surprised to see you working here. Just thinking about a video of you riding on a man in reverse Cowgirl, using your hips to give him and the viewers a good look at your fat ass. He was brought back to reality when you started jerking him off at a faster pace.

“You are almost there, just a little bit more.” You then moved right in front of him to get a better view to make sure that he cums in the bucket. “Come on dear, cum for me so that I can give you a reward once you fill these buckets up~” after you said that, Choso then started cumming just by your voice and the thought of you being fucked.

Time passed by and he was able to fill up at let’s 7 buckets of milk in about an hour. For Bull Hybrids they are able to make 7 to 8 buckets of milk per week while for the Cow Hybrids are able to make 3 to 5 buckets per week.

Back to your P.O.V.

“You know, I always want to drink some Bull hybrid milk from the source. Maybe later I can get some while I’m done with the others. Is ok if you can wait for a few hours Cho~” You are starting to lose your mind after seeing the amount of cum he just released. Maybe this wasn’t a bad idea to work here.

Choso “I think it is best that I wait until you are done milking the others. Now come on, let’s not waste time on talking.” You then started stroking their rock hard cock and massage their balls to make them feel good. You were so focused on their cock that you did even notice that 4 hours have passed already. And during those hours you would ask them about themselves to get to know them. Once you were done milking them you then grabbed the lids to put on the buckets so they wouldn't spill.

“Fuck~ I know you Bulls have a high stamina when I comes to sex but I don’t think you guys can full up to 6 buckets in one sitting.” You said while eyeing the 33 buckets of cum milk on the side.

“It’s necessary for us to be able to make that much, probably because we are always in good shape and keep eating fruits to make more.” Geto says, still jerking his cock. “Now that we are done, who do you want to do first?”

To Be Continue

<<Chapter 1 / Chapter 3>>

[prettieinpink]

Being that girl once again- back to school!

It’s back to school season everyone, and my favourite times of the year. In this post im going to give you stuff to do for back to school + advice in specific areas of your school life! I hope everyone can take away something from this post <3 

THINGS TO DO BEFORE BACK TO SCHOOL <3

Revise your past term content in your core subjects, ensure there’s nothing you do not understand(it’s better to understand now than have to understand later)

Review what you are going to be learning for this current term in your core subject, you don’t have to study it, just familiarise yourself. 

Catch up with your friends- hang out, call or text before the new school term. My favourite thing is to create predictions of drama, couples etc in the upcoming term w my girlies!

Create SMART goals for you to achieve that term, in any aspect you want. I say; 1 goal for academics, 1 goal for social and 1 goal for extracurriculars/sports. 

Clean your room !! do a deep clean and declutter. E.g wipe down all surfaces, hover pillows, vacuum floor, clean mirrors, take out any clothes you dislike

Do an everything shower + face masks!!

ACADEMICALLY

Everyday afterschool, revise everything that you’ve learnt today + the things that you struggle on

Anytime you get homework, complete it as soon as possible. Most of the time, it’s easy and non time consuming. 

Create study guides for exams/tests while actually learning instead of when the assessments are actually coming up. It saves you a lot of time, which you can use for studying effectively.

If you don’t already, have a specific learning/studying style that works for you. E.g flashcards, blurting, mind map, spaced repetition, the feynman technique. (ofc you can have multiple). Just know the pros and cons of each studying technique. 

Or, what I do is that I assign specific studying techniques to different subjects e.g science - blurting, HASS - flashcards, maths - the feynman technique. This may be different to what you have the most success learning.

Have a place, time every day or at least most days, where you can study without distractions. I like to study at the library afterschool, it’s chill and literally void of any distractions.

The only advice in which i’ll say is not optional– do practise questions under the said test conditions. Stop using websites, listening to music, being on your phone etc. Get in the zone and transfer the environment. 

SOCIALLY

Make an effort to say hi or goodbye to some people, even if you do not know them that well. If you’re up for it, ask them how they are going or how their day has been.

Start remembering names and birthdays. This will literally make people like you so much more, it’s so simple but people swoon over this. Process names in your mind and write down birthdays in your calendar. 

Don’t be afraid to talk to others. Most people do not care if you talk to them, and some are glad that you talk to them. This is how people become well-known or well-liked. 

Watch videos on how to converse with people you do not know well effectively and become close with them. TED x has a lot of videos on this, and are usually helpful. 

Don’t try to fit in with the crowd. It’s so draining, and even if you think they do, they most likely dislike you(sorry!) . Instead, find/be with your people. 

Join a club/extracurricular. You meet so many like-minded people this way, while still developing your own skills. I say everyone should at least have one solid extracurricular. 

If you are in a talking stage, three weeks is enough time for him or you to decide if you’re willing to date them. It’s not the 1920s anymore, we have imessages, facetime, skype and others to communicate and get to know each other without contact

Call out your friends if you notice them doing something toxic or generally anything they shouldn’t do. E.g gossiping, getting mad at others, bullying someone. If they continue, it will influence you in the long run.

MENTALLY 

Reframe your mindset. I know most of us do not favour school, but do not dwell on negativity and find ways to be positive/neutral about your circumstances. You’ll feel so much better.

Detach. Detachment is literally essential in highschool, there’s so much drama and most likely you will somehow get tied up in it. Stop absorbing what happens and let it influence you, observe what happens and learn from it. I have a post on this here. 

Start saying affirmations everyday. I know affs are usually viewed as a manifestation thing, but it doesn’t have to be. It can be a simple one minute way to cultivate a neutral/positive perspective of yourself. 

Journal. Things will happen, so journaling is a great way to discuss your circumstances, feelings, trauma, relationships etc and develop a sense of identity at the same time. I have a post on this here. 

Meditate. It can be go-go-go constantly, but just take a break and gain some mental clarity and see how much better you feel decluttering your mind. 

Embrace a change and growth mindset, especially in an environment where we are constantly required to adapt. 

PHYSICALLY

Start stretching.. seriously. You sit at a desk for like 5 hours a day excluding lunch and recess, everyday, which is of course going to do a number on your body. It can relieve pain in many different areas.

Have at least 1 form of exercise you do everyday. I know being students, we have to sit at a desk constantly. But, do not give up on practising good exercise habits. Not only can it help with results, it’s good for you.

Get the recommended sleep of 6-8 hours per night, which is good quality sleep without disruptions. It helps with long term memory and you’ll feel better. 

Start packing healthy but tasty lunches to school instead of buying. You’ll save so much money in the long run, and it’s better for your body. 

BEAUTY 

Get your uniforms tailored just a bit. Not too noticeable, but enough that it fits better on your body. Especially for button formal shirts, as they make you look 10 times as bulky than what you actually are. 

Buy new jewellery, earrings, necklaces or whatever you’re allowed. Subtle but noticeable jewellery makes girls look so pretty.

Learn new hairstyles!! Don’t just wear the same hair everyday, mix it up, it’s fun and makes you look attractive. 

Get a good eyebrow gel + clear mascara. Legit life changer, I look so much better everyday because I look put together without make up.

apply  vaseline on areas you would apply highlight, but avoid your eye area. 

Have a good skincare regime!! Being a student is stressful, getting pimples is a sign of stress. 

Okay that's it. Happy back to school everyone! Here’s an affirmation for you <3

I am intelligent and capable. I am skilled and confident in my abilities. I am perceived well by others. I am healthy. I am wealthy. I am looking for this term to be full of good grades, vibes, friends, growth and fun. 

[wordsarelife]

—twenty-two

pairing: theo nott x fem!reader

summary: you try to make theo a swiftie and succeed

warnings: none

note: kinda modern au, considering reader has a phone and a working internet connection (technology works at hogwarts in this fic)

you’d always known theo was a tough nut to crack, but you were determined. if there was one mission you were set on, it was getting him to appreciate the artistry of taylor swift. he could roll his eyes all he wanted, but you weren’t giving up. not when there was so much he was missing out on.

it started with small things—playing folklore in the common room when you knew he was studying nearby, leaving your taylor swift playlist on shuffle when he happened to be sitting with you in the library. he never said anything, just raised a brow or gave you a look, but you could tell. the seed had been planted.

you started to go a bit deeper, always choosing the right song or album for theo's mood at the moment.

you would play lover or red when you were getting ready and theo was watching you sort through clothes or put on makeup with a content smile on his face.

you played folklore or evermore during quiet nights in the common room, with thick socks and fluffy blankets in front of the warm glow of the fireplace.

he was not ready to admit it yet, but you could see that theo didn't mind as much as he used to. he never actually said something, about liking her music, but he had stopped frowning when you took out your phone and opened your music app.

one time, in the middle of studying, you even saw him bop his head along to 'you belong with me', which quickly turned out to be his favorite, because his mood would rise anytime you played it.

"aren't you putting on any music?" theo asked one day while on a walk through the hogwarts grounds.

"well, do you want me to?" you retorted, a winning smile on your face.

he shrugged. "i don't care. just thought it was odd"

you didn't miss the slight smile once you had pressed play on speak now or how he took your hand in yours, connecting them to the enchanting melody of mine.

the following night both of you stayed up longer, per theo's demand, so you could explain to him the lore of taylor swift and kanye west.

theo was pretty laid back and usually not interested in any drama, but he was kind of intrigued as long as no one he closely knew was involved.

you recounted everything that had happened between your favorite singer and kim kardashians husband. theo nodded along understandingly, throwing in his own questions at the appropriate times.

"i didn't know that there was so much backstory"

"crazy, right?" you asked, wide-eyed. "but if that hadn't happened we wouldn't have reputation now"

"what?"

"it's another album" you shrugged "it's called reputation"

"did we ever listen to that one?" he asked, recounting all the times you had shown him some of her stuff, while you had always made sure to mention what album the song you were listening to was on.

"no" you shook your head.

"why? you clearly like it"

"it's one of my favourites" you nodded, deep in thought "i never showed you because i didn't want to listen it as long as it wasn't a taylor's version yet"

"a what?"

his question resulted in twenty more minutes of backstory. theo's eyes widened as you explained the lore of the rerecordings to him.

"i guess i could show you the album through youtube" you muttered, taking out your phone "fan accounts that made lyric videos should be alright to watch"

theo and you spent the better time of the rest of the night watching fan-made videos for the songs on reputation. you could tell that he was obsessed immediately, going as far as taking out his phone and screenrecording the songs he liked most.

"they are amazing" he gushed as he recorded so it goes, which seemed to be his favorite off the album.

"told you" you shrugged, a soft smile on your lips as you watched his amazement grow. "it's not embarassing to admit that i was right"

"should've listened to you, baby" he muttered, pressing his face into the pillow next to him. you moved a hand through his hair. "i like it"

"i know" you kissed his temple. you put your phone on the nightstand after searching for a playlist of calm taylor songs to fall asleep to. "now we can enjoy her together"

theo pulled you into his arms, his voice humming along to the tunes of last kiss, as both of you slowly fell asleep.

after that night, theo added a few taylor swift songs to his regular playlists (he had different ones for different moods) and made a habit to learn the lyrics to his favorites.

one time, when him and blaise were out for a smoke, theo put on one of the playlists (smoke and relax) and the shuffle promptly landed on delicate.

blaise quickly noticed who was singing, considering your simple overuse of her music during study time with your friends, making fun of theo almost immediately.

"taylor swift, really?" he puffed out the smoke through his mouth, quirking a brow at theo.

theo simply shrugged. "y/n loves her"

"you don't have to like everything your girlfriend does, you know man?" blaise muttered "you're allowed to have your own interests, taylor swift shouldn't be one of them"

"yeah? why not?"

"huh?" blaise had been a bit surprised by theo's quick and simple answer. "you're not a girl, mate"

"thank you, i'm aware"

theo's sarcasm clearly annoyed blaise, as he threw his cigarette onto the ground, stomping it out in the snow, before he turned to head inside. "don't let it change you, man" he smirked. "you're not a swiftie or whatever they're called"

"i might as well be" theo shrugged, not even bothered at this point.

"you're doing weird shit to get laid"

"yeah, maybe if you would put in the same effort you would get laid too, ever considered that?" theo smirked, clearly amused by the shocked expression that crossed blaise's face.

"so, uh..which album would you recommend?"

[forlix]

"i did a thing." or, hyunjin needs an expert opinion about his newest piercing.

words・1.4k / pairing・idol!hyunjin x gn!makeup artist!reader / genres・fluff, established relationship / author's note・takes place in the same universe as places, places! and crying lightning but can be read on its own. @astraystayyh your children are back :’)

The parlor door jingles. Hyunjin emerges onto the chilled pavement with his phone pressed to his ear, and you pick up on the fourth ring.

“What is it? I’m busy.” The way your voice shrinks substantiates this claim, like you’ve darted to the other end of the room promptly after accepting his call. “And you’re on speaker.”

Hyunjin ducks into his car and sits back against the nylon with a grateful sigh. He finds himself constantly ill-prepared for Seoul’s Januarys. “Busy with who? Remind me.”

“You wanna say hi?” You ask the person in your company. Who is it? He hears them ask, to which you answer: Hyunjin. You say it softly, in the sense that you’re far away and speaking under your breath, but softly, in the sense that your tongue caresses every syllable of his name with that tacit fondness he’ll never tire of.

He notices the ditzy smile on his face only when he glances into his rear-view. He’s long given up on wiping it off.

A familiar voice drifts into your receiver. “Mr. Hwang!”

Ah, that’s right—you’re working on Aespa’s new music video for the next two weeks. Today must be the first day of filming.

“Hey, Ningning! How are you?”

“In a predicament, honestly. I have the biggest crush on my stylist, but so does this other guy…”

“Damn, sounds tough. Best of luck.”

“Oh, I won’t need luck. I said predicament, not competition.” 

His jaw hits his wheel. “Okay, we’re boxing. Let’s go. Earrings off.”

“Say less!"

You’ve withstood enough. “Alright, nobody is boxing anyone—do not touch your earrings, Ning, what’s wrong with you? God, Hyunjin!”

Now you say his name sternly, hopelessly, like he’s just knocked ten years off your lifespan. He almost likes this version more. He fell in love with you listening to it, after all.

“Did you call for any reason aside from threatening my clients?”

Oh, right. He did.

Hyunjin glances into the rear-view again, intentionally this time. He moves aside a lock of maroon hair to review the silver studs glinting off his right eyebrow.

He smirks.

“Am I allowed on set?”

Half an hour later, Hyunjin reaches the filming site and runs into a few staff members who are so surprised to see him they nearly forget to question what he’s doing there.

But they do their job, and he humors them, utters your name and the word “boyfriend” back to back. Then he watches their eyebrows disappear into their hairlines and basically prances into the dressing rooms.

He loves that everyone knows you. He loves that everyone knows that he loves you.

You were out of bed before he opened his eyes this morning, and he blooms at his first sight of you today, alone in the lounge, curled up on the couch and browsing through your phone. Eyeshadow stains your fingers and a pen sits behind the cuff of your ear. Your figure is framed in a (his) white cardigan with a red heart stitched over its left lapel. So professional, so pretty, that he doesn’t know what to do with himself, so he uses his words instead.

“I did a thing,” he says, plopping onto the cushion next to you.

You look at him, shut off your phone. “I figured.”

“Promise me you won’t get mad.”

“No.”

It was worth a shot. “Can you blink, at least? You’re scaring me.”

In turn, you stretch open your eyes and hold them there. “A blink would be more than you deserve right now.”

Insufferable. He unleashes a bashful laugh and singular clap and looks back at you just in time to see a matching smile on your cordate lips. And to see you blink.

“Seriously, though, no more suspense,” you plead. “What on earth did you do? Should I be worried?” 

You tuck your hand around his bicep and tug lightly at his arm, and his insides pirouette at the gesture.

“No, no,” he answers, letting you pull him close, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth. “I was being dramatic. It’s nothing, really.”

You catch him as he’s trying to leave. A light finger hooks beneath his chin, an anchor to keep his face a mere few inches away from yours.

You look him in the right eye, then in the left, your expression stoic, scrutinizing. He doesn’t remember where he looks, in the meantime. He’s slipping and sliding out of his right mind, drinking in your long lashes and curved cheeks, wondering what heroic deed he performed in his last life to be able to study beauty in such proximity in this one.

“It’s not nothing, is it?” You query, tracing the tip of your pointer finger over Hyunjin’s cupid’s bow.

“No,” he exhales. “It’s not nothing.”

“Did you get it on your face?”

Of course you already know.

He nods, and the finger moves to his lower lip, gently indenting the glossy plush. 

“Hot or cold?” 

“Cold.”

The finger runs over the bridge of his nose, then the perimeter of its prominence, like the drag of a feather. 

“Warmer.”

You lift a brow, give the side of his face a small nudge, and say, turn. The word comes out in a very stylist-esque manner, and you and Hyunjin realize this at the same time, judging by the synchrony of your quiet chuckles.

“Force of habit,” you murmur, and move his hair out of the way and lean in to examine his ear. Nothing new there. He turns his face the other way before you have to ask. Nothing new there, either.

When he looks at you again, your gaze has locked onto his eyebrows. You cock your head slightly to one side as it dawns on you what he’s done.

“Warmer,” he offers anyways, his smile small, his pulse rapid.

With a flourish of movement, you push his purple locks all the way off his forehead. Hyunjin holds his breath. Your expression goes blank. 

But it’s not blank, not really. One just has to know where to look. (He does.)

Your eyes darken fast as if caught in a solar eclipse, your pupils doubling in size, your irises quivering slightly. Your mouth opens, then closes, then purses into a thin line as if suppressing something explosive. Your cheeks blush at their very outskirts, along the edges of your face and the slants of your cheekbones, like how the first rays of sunlight always skim the mountaintops first.

He hardly notices the finger you bring to brush over the studs, so carefully he doesn’t feel the contact.

He’s too busy basking in his victory.

Neither of you say anything for a long while. You lean back, then right, then left, your hand pinned to his hairline, your gaze superglued to his brow. He simply sits still, feeling like one of your French girls, simpering, simping.

“You really did it,” you finally say.

“I did,” he chirps. “Any notes?”

At the next part of your lips, your waiting smile overtakes them at long last. You duck your head to conceal it like he hasn’t already melted at its mere image. You deliver your answer to your knees.

“No?” He repeats incredulously, teasingly. “That’s a shame. I really could’ve used an expert opinion.”

You roll your eyes hard enough for them to tug at your sockets. His boyish grin wipes away your feigned irritation like warm cotton.

“Fine,” you grouse. “Look at me.”

He does. You look back.

“It's nice," you deadpan.

Your resolve wobbles.

"Complements your face…shape.”

The ‘p’ sound pops, and you lose your shit.

The sun fully risen now, you bury your burning face into your hands, your shoulders shaking with silent laughter. Meanwhile, the raucous cackle that leaves Hyunjin’s lips causes the intern hurrying past the lounge outside to jump so high he actually lets go of his coffee cups before snatching them back out of the air with a relieved groan. He doesn’t get paid enough. 

You think you’re getting paid too much. 

“I love it, Hyun,” you whisper. “You’re beautiful. I don’t tell you that enough."

His heart beats so rapidly he thinks it might take off into a sprint; his laugh dwindles into a ditzy smile, one he’s long given up on wiping off.

“You know nothing about that word,” he replies, softly.

You bring your lips to his. His fingers wrap around the crook of your elbow. Yours begin curled in the silken hair at the back of his head. The pen behind your ear falls into the cracks of the couch.

“I’m still mad at you,” you sigh against his mouth, your own statement debunked by the inevitable drift of your touch back to the metal lodged in his face.

He doesn’t need to call you out. You do it yourself: “Ugh. I’ll be mad at you later.”

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[fuckyeahgoodomens]

Ooh! A wonderful interview with Rich Keeble who played Mr. Arnold (the one with the Doctor Who Annual :)) in S2! :)❤

Q: In Good Omens 2 you play Mr. Arnold, who runs the music shop on Whickber Street. Were you a fan of Good Omens before joining the cast, and is it challenging to take on such an iconic story which is already loved by a huge fanbase?

A: “There’s always pressure if you’re working on something with an existing fanbase and people might have an idea already as to how you should be approaching something. To be honest I was aware of the show but I hadn’t actually seen it before I was asked to get involved. I knew it was something special though! I remember talking to Tim Downie [Mr. Brown] about how when you tape for certain things you know if something’s a “good one”. Of course by the time I was on set I’d watched Season 1 and read the book. 

I had an interesting route into the show actually: I was asked at the last minute to read the stage directions at the tableread on Zoom, and Douglas [Mackinnon] the director called me up to discuss pronunciations of the character names etc. To prepare further I quickly watched the first episode on Prime Video, and I was very quickly drawn into it. A couple of hours later I was on a Zoom call with David [Tennant], Michael [Sheen] (with his bleached hair), Neil [Gaiman], Douglas and the whole team, including Suzanne [Smith] and Glenda [Mariani] in casting. After that readthrough I asked my agent to try and see if she could shoehorn me in and she came back with a tape for Mr. Arnold saying “you play the piano don’t you…?” They wanted me to demonstrate my musical playing ability, so I rented a rehearsal studio room in Brixton for an hour and filmed myself playing piano (and drums just in case), then I did my scenes a couple of different ways and I guess it wasn’t too terrible!”

Q: During episode five you mimed to music written by series composer David Arnold alongside a real string quartet – this must have been very immersive! How did it feel to work with David, and bring the ball to life?

A: “I actually didn’t meet David Arnold sadly, but I did work with Catherine Grimes, the music supervisor who is lovely. David was at the London screening but I missed an opportunity to go and say hello to him which I kicked myself about. 

I remember before I was in Scotland there was a bit of uncertainty as to whether I would need to play anything for real or not, so I practised every day playing loads of Bach and other music I thought was era-appropriate just in case they asked me to do anything on the fly. So yes, it was very immersive as you say! They sent me three pieces of music to learn which I practised in my Edinburgh apartment on a portable folding keyboard thing I bought. They introduced me to the string quartet (John, Sarah, Alison and Stephanie) and I tried to hang out with them when I could. On the day we all had earpieces to mime to. I had to mime while listening out for a cue from Nina [Sosanya] from across the room, then deliver my dialogue and carry on playing, which was tricky! The quartet and I helped each other out actually: Douglas would say something like “let’s go from a minute into the second piece of music”, I’d look at the sheet music and whisper “where the hell is that?” and one of the quartet would say “we think that’s bar 90” or something. Here’s a little bit of trivia: the shooting overran and the string quartet couldn’t make the last day, so they found some incredible lookalikes to replace them for the scene when we get lead out of the bookshop through all the demons, although I think they also kept them deliberately off camera.” 

Q: What did you think of your music shop when you first saw the set? Did you have a favourite poster or prop?

A: “I thought it was incredible! It could’ve been an actual music shop with all the instruments hanging up with the “Arnold’s” price tags on. The attention to detail was incredible, well IS incredible as I understand it’s all still there. It’s hard to pick a favourite to be honest. I did a little video walkaround on my phone at the time so maybe I’ll post that if I won’t get in trouble. Interestingly the shop interior itself was elsewhere on the set to the shop entrance you see from the street. You walk out of Aziraphale’s shop, over the road, through the door of the music shop and… there’s nothing.” 

Q: Mr. Arnold is tempted into the ball by a Doctor Who Annual and is playing the theme in the music shop scene – are you a fan of Doctor Who in real life? And what was it like making those jokes and references in front of the Tenth Doctor David Tennant?

A: “I’ve always dipped in and out of Doctor Who over the years since Sylvestor McCoy, who was doing it when I first became aware of it when I was growing up. Even if you’re not a fan it’s one of those shows you can’t really get away from, so doing that particular scene in front of David was really fun, and of course Douglas had directed Doctor Who as well. Apart from the amusing situation of two supposed Doctor Who fans talking about Doctor Who without realising they’re in the company of a Doctor Who, I also seem to remember Michael being the one to suggest that he would deliver his “due to problems at the BBC” line directly to David.

Oh, and I think it was actually my idea to grab the annual off the harpsichord before joining the queue behind Crowley at the end of the ballroom scene (which we’d shot weeks earlier at this point). When we were blocking it out and rehearsing I knew I had to leave my position and get to the front for my “surrender the angle” line, and then later it just felt like I wouldn’t leave without the annual so I ran back through everyone to grab it. Nobody seemed to have a problem with me doing that so I just carried on doing it when we shot it! I do remember it being a fun set with Douglas and the team being very open to suggestions.”

Q: How did you balance filming both Good Omens and BBC Ghosts at the same time?

A: “Luckily both shows were a joy to work on, and everyone seems to know about both of them. We were shooting them in early 2022 and I also had a little part in an ITV drama called ‘Stonehouse’, starring Matthew Macfadyen. I usually never know when I’m working next so to have three great TV jobs at once was very unusual. There was all this date juggling and I actually almost had to turn down Ghosts due to clashes. Luckily both shows had to move some dates so it worked out. But yes, I spent two weeks up in Scotland shooting all that Good Omens ballroom stuff, then I came back down to London to do Ghosts, knowing I’d be back up to shoot my scenes in the music shop in a couple of weeks. Now, when I found out who was playing my wife in Ghosts I couldn’t believe it: Caroline Sheen – Michael Sheen’s cousin! She was amazing and that was another great set in general. I say “set”, but it’s all filmed in that house which surprised me. I’d worked with Kiell [Smith-Bynoe] and Jim [Howick] before, and Charlotte [Ritchie] was in the Good Omens radio play a few years ago and a big fan of the book. Charlotte’s very musical of course and we got talking about my folding keyboard I had for practising my Good Omens stuff, and she ended up setting it up in the house for us to have a play on!

Now, when we’d shot all our internal scenes there was this big storm forecast, and our external scenes were scheduled for the day of the storm, so that had to be moved into the next week. It meant I ended up shooting those scenes outside the house, then going straight back up to Scotland to shoot the Good Omens music shop scene the next day! When I mentioned to Michael I’d just worked with Caroline he said “ooh she’s in Ghosts is she!” and revealed that she’d texted him about me which was rather surreal. Then later after the Ghosts wrap party Kiell gave me a part in his Channel 4 Blap, so at the time I felt like I was killing it career wise, but the industry quietened a bit after that and my workload eased off over the year so I was in my overdraft by November.”

Q: What are your plans for the future – can we expect to see you in something else soon?

A: “This year, after a bit of a quiet start, I was very fortunate to work on a Disney+ show called Rivals which stars… David Tennant! I think I’m allowed to say my character is called Brian, and I shot five episodes so that was another really amazing job, and great to work with David again (I told him he must be my good luck charm, although I hope he’s not sick of me). That should be out at some point in late 2024. Other than that I’ve filmed a few other bits I presume will be out next year, one of which is called Truelove on Channel 4 which actually looks really good. That starts early January. Of course now Season 3 of Good Omens has been greenlit, I would love Neil and the gang to have me back on that… but I can only keep my fingers crossed!”

[folkloresthings]

seb + reader are in the car and they get in a fight. reader gets out of the car, it starts raining, and seb can’t find her and starts freaking out. when she finally gets home he’s super relieved and apologizes and they make up

vaguely inspired by the all too well tv (10 min vers.) music video but less toxicity 👍

BOILING POINT. ❨ sebastian vettel x reader ❩

the space between you had never been so tense. sebastian’s hands were gripping the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white, your nails nicking at the hem of your dress. it was almost dark out, and you were headed back from a fancy dinner with some of sebastian’s colleagues.

it was your first time meeting most of sebastian’s work friends. people higher up in red bull, bosses and executives and what not. you’d been nervous, but sebastian didn’t seem to think he needed to help ease your nerves. for the most part, you spent the night in the corner of the room, cradling a wine glass and making awkward small talk. sebastian was laughing and making jokes and brushed you off any time you tried to speak to him.

“so, you’re not speaking to me now either?” you mumble, hating the silence.

“you’re being dramatic,” sebastian sighs, head falling back against the headrest as he turns another corner.

“you barely said a word to me all night!” you exclaim, sitting up. you look over at him, his eyes fixed hard and cold on the road. “it was embarrassing!”

“i was working,” he hisses, glancing over at you briefly. “i didn’t have time to talk to you, because i had to impress those people if i want to keep my job. you know, the job that pays for your dresses and holidays and—”

“stop the car.”

sebastian looks over at you, cheeks red with frustration. “what?”

“i said, stop the car.” you can feel the tears stinging your eyes, sebastian’s words pulling at the wrong heartstring. he got like this sometimes, all hot and harsh, but he was never mean. not like that.

he laughs a little, under his breath, but pulls the car over anyway. he doesn’t expect you to actually get out, only to make your point and shout at him a little more and then go home. but you click the door open as soon as the car rolls to a halt and slam the door behind you.

“y/n!” he calls, rolling down the window. “get back in the car!”

you don’t listen, arms crossed and legs moving quickly. sebastian’s used to your stubbornness, and he’s still to caught up in his anger to apologise. “fine! i’ll meet you at home.”

about halfway there, the heavens open and it begins raining heavier than sebastian had anticipated. the rain seems to clear his thinking a little bit, turning the car around with a sharp sigh. he follows the exact same road he took, but you’re nowhere to be found. he tries some other back streets, and still nothing.

panic rises in him. you’re out there, somewhere, cold and wet and sad — and it’s all his fault.

thirty minutes of looking and no avail, sebastian heads back to the house in hopes of finding you. he could have cried when he sees you there, stood at the door, drenched. you spot the car pulling in, watching as sebastian switches off the ignition and climbs out.

“you’ve got the keys,” you tell him, justifying why you were simply stood on the doorstep. your cheeks are red and blotchy, eyes swollen from where you cried the whole way home. sebastian sighs, hurrying over to unlock the door and usher you both in.

“come on, take these off,” he’s quick to help you remove your coat, your shoes, every piece of clothing that’s soaked through. fetching you some pyjamas, he helps you put those on too. when you’re sat at the end of the bed, still not speaking, hair towelled dry and mascara staining under your eyes, sebastian caves.

“i’m sorry,” he mutters, kneeling between your legs. begging for forgiveness. “i should have been better tonight. i should have kept you by my side, showed you off. i shouldn’t have said all of that stuff — i’m an idiot.”

you sniffle, letting his hands wander over you, lips pressing apologetic kisses to your thighs, your stomach, your hands.

“i’ve got the perfect woman, and i act like a fool,” he admits, reaching up to brush your hair out of your face, kissing your cheeks. “i’m so sorry, liebe. you can hit me, if you want.”

it pulls a small smile from you, one he celebrates with a kiss to your lips. swiftly and easily does he lift you from under the arms, switching positions so he’s sat on the mattress, you on his lap.

“what can i do to make it up to you?” he gives you a suggestive smirk, fingers dipping under your waistband. “give me the word and i’m yours, baby.”

you can’t help but smile, shifting a little in his lap, pulling a small groan from your boyfriend. “hm. don’t think you deserve that tonight — but some hot chocolate would be lovely.”

he groans again, this time in despair, falling back into the mattress and taking you with him. you giggle, tucking your head in his neck as he attacks you with kisses. eventually giving up, leaving you to curl up under the duvet as he drags himself to the kitchen. when your hot chocolate comes, it’s a work of art, topped with cream and marshmallows and chocolate shavings.

“only the best for my love.”

[bugs1nmybrain]

Bipolar!Tomura x Reader

Warning: Bipolar Disorder (implied to be type 1), gender-neutral reader, angst, fluff, Shigaraki is mean to the reader, psychotic symptoms, substance use (weed and alcohol), short

note: Shigaraki refers to himself as "being bipolar." I'm aware this is pejorative language, but it made sense for the context of Shigaraki's condition in this story. I also have Bipolar Disorder for reference.

The TV was barely audible over the obnoxiously loud video game music and sound effects coming from Tomura's bedroom. It wasn't like he was ever quiet, but this loud? The neighbors might mistake you two for having a break-in. It definitely didn't help when Tomura would cuss out his screen.

"are you fucking KIDDING ME?! You SCUMBAG CHEAT FUCK!!"

You weren't unused to him talking shit to people on voicechat. It's just he was particularly erratic at the moment. You wanted to check in on him but you weren't sure if that was appropriate. The stabbing decibels would surely blast you away.

Suddenly, all the sounds stop, only leaving the sound of your ears faintly ringing from the absence. It was soon that you smelt..*sniff* .. pot. You hoped he had a fan going and you also wished he'd share. Tomura was already on it though. He opened the door to his room and zipped into the kitchen. With his joint still burning in his hand, he reached up into the cupboard to grab a glass and then a bottle of whiskey. Damn, maybe he should ask for some help?

You watched as he attempted to open the bottle, with his joint in his left hand. His quirk certainly was to be taken accounted for, and he knew it too, because he got too impatient and dusted away the cap, only for the disintegration to fall into the bottle.

"fuck," he said abruptly, but just decided to pour the alcohol in his glass, dust particles included.

"Tomu?" you questioned, watching him try to multitask putting the shit back while smoking his joint.

"Yea, I know, I'll share. Just hang'on."

"Can I help you?"

"Uh.." he spent a moment pondering as if it was a weighted decision. "Here, hold my joint."

You walked over to him and took it from his hands. You contemplated if you really wanted to smoke now, given his state. You knew early on that Tomura had a condition and this wasn't the first time you'd seen him manic. The fact that he wasn't on medication also meant that his episodes could get carried away, and he'd scare you. Not because he was scary...or maybe he was, but you knew it was because he had tripped into a heavy episode.

Tomura turned back to face you when he was done, noticing the joint burn down.

"Why aren't you smoking?" He asks. His tone was normal, though a little jumpy.

"I don't really wanna."

"Why? I don't like smoking by myself. Makes me feel like shit."

"You seem restless."

"Mm, how'd you guess?" He said with a blissfully agitated staring at you.

"Like..you're fast."

"I'm so speedy fast wanna watch me?"

"When's the last time you slept?"

Shigaraki paused and tried to sort through his recent memories but he was unsure. "Uh, maybe..five? Five days ago? I've probably had a nap or two though."

"Maybe we should calm down. Do you wanna watch a movie?"

"Why're you talking to me like a kid?"

"I'm not, I'm worr-"

"Yea I know that, I can tell it's all over your fucking face. Listen, I'm well aware I'm batshit crazy right now but I'm NOT some tragedy, alright?"

"I didn't mean it that way," you stood shaking, trying to fight back your eyes watering.

Tomura sighed seeing you standing scared in front of him. He'd been trying to be fine for weeks. Tomura was never "fine," but when he was paranoid, hyper, determined, and careless beyond proper function, it was a major hindrance. Impacted his goals, though he was great at brainstorming when he was manic.

"You meant it. I'm not even like, mad. I don't know why this happens though, you've seen it before, right?"

"I have. Tomura, can I say something without you getting pissed?"

"What?"

"I think you have Bipolar Disorder."

"Oh really? Turn in your psychiatric report because I'm sure I'm many other things too!"

Tomura huffs and plops down on the living room couch. His adoptive father never gave him access to anything like mental health treatment. AFO told Tomura himself that issues of this matter where only problems that could help his passion for destruction. But Tomura would even admit, being manic beyond belief was scary. He heard voices, saw things that weren't there, sometimes his family, and it was a total living nightmare.

You snuck up behind the couch and began playing with his hair gently. He let out a "hm?", confused considering he just raised his voice at you.

"I just say it because I notice patterns. Like you'll be motivated and nonstop for weeks and then super depressive and bummed out. And it repeats over and over. Usually within the same time frames, too. I'm not trying to insult you, but it might explain things, right?"

You ran your fingers through his scalp. It was definitely a while since his last shower, too. His hair was greasy and dry, but you kept touching him. You could feel him relax into your fingers and whine.

"Sounds like bullshit. I'm not taking any pills."

"I'm not telling you to."

"Well, are you leaving or something? Gonna punish me for being Bipolar?

"No. I want to help you."

"Ain't you some fucking hero."

"I mean it. I can tell you're overwhelmed and just need some sleep or something. I'm not mad Tomura, I never was, I just want you to be ok."

His shoulders began to tense and shake a little. He may have been tearing up but you didn't look and he sat silent.

"Can we order pizza and play Mario Kart, instead? I don't wanna just sit. I'm too awake."

"Yes, baby. I can make a pillow fort!"

"Fuck yessss. Um. I'm also really sorry for yelling at you that wasn't cool."

"I understand Tomu."

You ruffled his hair and kissed his head quick before bolting off to grab your phone but he pulled you down to his lap before you could escape! mwah-ha-ha!

"Stay here for a bit."

"You're trapping me!!" You protested.

"You want me to settle down? Then stay."

Tomura rested his head against yours and held you like you were a stuffed animal. Soon, you could feel his body relax and heard snoring. You turned to see Tomura finally sleeping, but decided to sit still and drift off with for the rest of the night.

[dayluxe]

Tik Tok Trends - Jamal Musiala

¡ request are open !

pairing: Jamal Musiala x fem!reader

summary: you decide to play a 'dafak' prank on your boyfriend

warnings: use of the translator

w/c: 1.363

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you were resting on the sofa in his living room. Your free time seemed endless now that you had a vacation from college, so your day was based on watching series, using your cell phone or listening to music.

In the last few weeks a very funny trend had appeared on Tik Tok. it was practically a matter of saying a rude word after a sentence. whether the person is doing a food rating with someone else, or just talking about anything. You remembered that the famous crumbl cookies would arrive that day. You were a loyal follower that these cookies were horrible, and even before ordering them you checked their ingredients, and just seeing them you felt like you were vomiting.

Your boyfriend was soon coming home from his training, and you had told him that you wanted to try them with him, so you already had an excuse to be able to make the joke without giving him such a deep explanation. He didn't know why you were such a fan of recording things like that with him, but he thought it was funny to see it afterwards so he didn't refuse.

you let out a little laugh just thinking about Jamal's face when you made the video, it would surely be worth uploading it to your social networks.

You heard the door of her house open, a sign that your boyfriend was at home "Hello, honey" he said when he saw you sitting on the sofa. You reached out to give him a kiss "Hey, how did it go today?" you asked. It was always funny to hear his anecdotes with the team "well, today we were passing the ball, the common, and when I wanted to go stretch my leg to pass it I almost fell. It was horrible, you don't know all the teasing I endured throughout the training, and the worst of all is that it was recorded, forever. I think that even the team's account has already uploaded it"

Soon Jamal found himself talking about all his training. The conversation flowed as always, calmly. You talked to him about how your day went, "boring and lazy" you told him "you should come with me to training" he replied "no, then you lose concentration with me, and I don't want that to happen to you, my love" you told him "I can't deny that," Jamal replied, and then kissed and went to shower.

When he came back they would make the video, you had already talked about it with him.

You placed the cell phone on the kitchen table. You tried not to make any suspicious faces, or at least give you away. You thought about kittens, puppies, food, whatever it is that won't remind you of what you were going to do.

You were very bad at making jokes. You couldn't do something like that and stay serious for more than 5 seconds, just thinking about what you would do would bring tears to your eyes from laughing so much.

"I'm already here," Jamal said as he sat next to you, "I hope these cookies taste good, they cost too much and I'm not going to waste them," he said again. He opened the box and began to inspect the cookies a bit. On the outside they were beautiful, you couldn't deny it, their decoration and color caught your attention too much "I hope you don't get discouraged, but I've seen that they taste bad, very bad. I just want to know if it's true or not," you told him.

He turned to look at you with a face of 'did you really spend money on this?'. You laughed when you saw it "and if you know they taste bad why would you buy them and make me eat them with you? It doesn't make sense" he asked you "I already told you, I want to know if those reviews are true" you said in an obvious tone. He just rolled his eyes and grabbed a cookie.

You hit the option to record on your cell phone and started talking. you explained what the video would be while next to you Jamal looked carefully at the cookie.

You chose one just like him. You looked at it carefully, you wanted to see some sign of whether it tasted good or bad, but those cookies did know how to fool you.

You decided it was time to say the first one, so you let go. "These cookies look good" was heard before saying the word. Your boyfriend looked at you, but he didn't take it as seriously as you wanted.

He was used to your delusions of record, and for him it was something normal.

"yes, they look like something out of Willy Wonka's factory," he commented.

When you took your first bite you knew this wouldn't go well. Your taste buds were filled with sugar. They were hands down the sweetest cookies you'd ever tasted "Damn, this is so sweet. Like I can throw it up right now." he says with a grimace on his face after swallowing the bite. The word came back from your lips in the most natural way you could. The guy next to you nodded, this time looking at you more strangely.

"Okay, now give me yours and you try mine, okay?" you said. this time when the word was heard Jamal looked at you, what do I say, he judged you with his gaze.

He didn't say anything, but a mocking drawing smile on his face.

You tried the cookie, this time trying not to judge so much from the beginning "this one tastes different, but it's still just as sweet and cloying". at this point you already wanted to vomit. you felt the sugar running through your veins.

a loud laugh from Jamal was heard throughout the kitchen. You, still tucked into paper, asked "What's wrong?" your gaze fixed on how she squirmed in her chair. He took a breath, and then spoke "what's wrong with me? Or rather, what's wrong with you? you are-" his laughter interrupted him once more.

Your laughter accompanied him. already surrendered by the joke, and by the laughter of your boyfriend.

"You're impossible, really," you told him, still laughing. "I'm sorry, love, it's not my fault that you're bad at making jokes" he told you giving you a little push on the shoulder "I'm the best at making jokes, what do you say, you always fall for them" you look at him in a judging way. "Let me remind you that you were the one who got scared by the cockroach in the bathroom last week," she told you with a challenging look on her face, "well, that thing looked very real. besides, you know I'm terrified of those things" you told him with a pout.

He just gave you a triumphant smile, and then took another bite of the cookie.

The video continued naturally. The cookies were, terrible. You've never eaten anything as gross as that in your life, and you're sure you'd have to take blood tests to see how your sugar was after.

"These might be the worst cookies I've ever tasted" he tells you as he closes the box of cookies, "I expected it, but they were worse than I thought. I feel like I'll be throwing up for a whole week" you reply as you lay your head on your hand. "What do you think if we lie down for a while and rest?" he asks you, getting up from his chair while he shakes your hand to accompany him.

They both walked to their room, shuffling their feet across the cold tile.

When their bodies touched the soft sheets, they felt warm. Your boyfriend's arms wrapped around you, and you settled by his side.

"The sugar is going up in my head already," you whispered to him, "mine too, so let's rest. I don't want to have a headache tomorrow," he replied with a chuckle.

Jamal kissed you on the hundred, while you settled better next to him.

After that, they both fell into a great dream.

a/n: was this just something to throw unjustified hate at crumbl cookies? yes, it was.

[brownskinlemon]

Midori Sour pt.1 (d.f.)

pairing: dominic fike x (photographer fem! reader)

word count: 3,711

summary: you attend your friend Omar's pool party. what happens when liquid courage and a certain curly-haired boy combine to change your perspective on LA?

warnings: (18+) explicit language, alcohol consumption (second part WILL contain smut) , MDNI!

author's note: i'm back! this is the first part of a two (maybe three) part story. this is loosely based off of my recent endeavors as a photographer who has literally only been to LA once in her life. enjoy :)

BONUS: listen to Hit Me Up by Omar Apollo + Dominic Fike for the full experience

The sun braised down the LA street as you stepped out the back of an uber, clad in a tank top and shorts, with a matching blue bikini set underneath. A duffle bag hangs on your shoulder as you approach the front door, ringing the doorbell. Your eyes scan the scenic neighborhood around you as you wait for it to open, as you take notice of the faint music and laughter you could hear around the other side of the grand house. You were brought out of your thoughts by the front door swinging open, immediately being wrapped up in a warm hug from the man in front of you. 

“Y/N!” 

“Hi Omar!” You chuckled, muffled into his chest.

“Come in! Everyone’s in the back.” He steps aside, letting you in. “You can go down the hall and find an empty guest room for your stuff, there should be…at least a few.” His words slurred slightly.

“The pool party just started and you’re already drunk huh?” You smirked, closing the door behind you.

“I am the party Y/N. It was 5PM somewhere when I started drinking.” He raises his eyebrows, walking backwards towards the back door. A chuckle escaped your throat, making you shake your head at his antics. 

You originally met Omar during the filming of one his music videos as a production assistant. You were new to working in LA, and he was a breath of fresh air to the hectic energy of the city, and you guys became friends almost instantly. This wasn’t the first party of his you had been invited to, but you were not the most keen on thrusting yourself into a scene full of famous people, it felt almost like you were interrupting something unspoken. You accepting today’s invitation was an attempt at getting over that hump, and trying to have a life outside of work.

You watched as he walked out, music blaring from the backyard momentarily before being muffled by the now-closed door.

You made your way down the hall, poking your head into the different doors, finding the first few were already claimed.

I wonder who else is here, you thought.

You stopped near the end of the hall, finally landing on an empty room. You placed your bag on the bed, sauntering back down the hall to meet everyone outside. You braced yourself, peeking through the backdoor, surprised at the amount of people out there. You were too distracted by the buzz and activity of it all to notice the boy standing behind you, until you felt a tap on your shoulder.

He cleared his throat, prompting you to whip your head around to meet his gaze. Surprised was too simple of a word to describe the feeling that overcame you as you realized who it was. Dominic fucking Fike. He was taller than you remember him looking when you saw him on stage a few years back, curls slightly damp and a warm tan dancing across his toned body. He was holding a few bottles of vodka in his grasp.

“Do you mind opening the door for me?” He asked, seemingly unphased by your staring and silence.

“Oh, uh..yeah! Yeah. Sorry.” You jumbled out, stepping aside to slide the door open for him. 

He chuckled lightly. “Thank you so much.” He walks out a few feet. “You’re the best.” He says over his shoulder, walking over to the outdoor bar.  You made your way to an empty chair, ridding yourself of your shorts and tank top. Sure, you were slowly getting used to meeting celebrities in your line of work, but you sure weren’t used to being that close to most of them half naked in such an informal setting.  

You watched across the pool, watching Dominic as he joined a group of people. It was almost palpable, the amount of awe and admiration that everyone seemed to have for him, and you couldn’t blame them. He threw his head back in laughter, and if you listened close enough you could hear it faintly through the music. His eyes scanned the pool before landing back on you, freezing you in your place. You swallowed thickly as his eyes scanned over you, intensely analyzing you piece by piece, before connecting with yours again. 

What the fuck. Did I just get checked out by..no. Maybe?

Just as quick as you spotted him though, he was gone.

You released a breath you didn’t know you were holding, snapping out of your trance to scan the chaos for Omar, seemingly the only person here that you knew. You found him near the edge of the large pool, finishing up a conversation with a couple who looked like they were getting a little too comfortable under the water.

He turned to you as you approached him, tilting his head to the side as he caught a wave of your unsure eyes and tense body language. He unwrapped your arms from your chest, dropping one of your arms to pull you with him lightly to the bar.

“You’re way too tense, and frankly, too fucking sober.” You both arrived at the bar, and you watched as he scanned the seemingly endless options of alcohol, settling on an unflavored vodka. 

“Luckily, you are just in time for shot o’ clock.” You watched as he poured you both up double shots, dancing and humming along to whatever song was currently playing. 

You clink your glasses together, throwing your head back and the shot with it. As the shot begins to flood heat through your chest, you lean up against the bar, and you hear Omar yell across the backyard.

“Dom! Come here bro!” He waves his hands obnoxiously. You watch over your shoulder as the boy finally arrives, leaning up against the bar with you. “ Have I introduced you to Y/N? She’s my favorite girl everrr. She makes music videos!"

You look up at the tall man, as he turns his head to scan a gaze up and down your body, finally tracing his eyes up to meet your eyes. His gaze was low and red, the obvious red cup in his hand and joint tucked behind his ear clued you into why.

“We met in the kitchen, she helped me get the fucking booze out here. She’s a life saver.” He says, his sultry gaze not leaving your eyes. “Dominic.” He sticks his hand out for you to shake.

“I know.” You raise your eyebrows, shaking his hand.

“I forget I’m technically a, celebrity kinda, I hate that fucking word. But it’s nice to formally meet you.” He says, taking a gulp from his red gulp.

“What’s in your cup? That looks a little empty.” Omar leans over the counter, peering into Dominic’s cup. 

“It’s-”

“Doesn’t matter. You made it just in time for shot o’clock.” Omar smiles from ear to ear. He dishes out a third shot cup, filling all three to the brim with vodka. You all clink them together, and you find that this shot is easier to take back than the previous, almost too smooth. You close your eyes relishing in how the base thrumming you begins to feel amazing, causing you to sway back and forth. Omar comes from around the bar, dancing with you. 

Dominic can’t  help the way his eyes fixate on the fluidity of your hips, and the blissed out look on your face. His tongue darts out to wet his lips, and he watches as the tense body language he observed across the pool earlier seemingly dissolved, now drenched in liquid confidence. A different type of heat begins to blaze through him at the sight.

-

You had finally begun to open up, taking the next hour leading up to sunset to make your way around the party. You had met a group of girls in the bathroom, thrown a bit of ass, and flirted with one person to your memory. You were at least 6 shots deep now, the anxiety from earlier nonexistent. Unbeknownst to you, Dominic had snuck glances as you made your journey around the party, and it seemed every time he had the grand idea to actually have a conversation with you, you were gone.

As time passed, the large crowds migrated, emptying the backyard until it was you, Dominic, Omar, and a few of their mutual friends left in the pool.

You all were in the water now, bouncing mindless conversation off of one another. You couldn’t help but take notice of the red head stuck to Dominic’s side that had not been here earlier. He barely paid her any mind, but she seemed completely enamored by him. It was strange to say, but you did indeed feel a sense of jealousy at the possessiveness she had over the boy, there was something about him that made you wanna talk to him and she was making it almost impossible. You caught him occasionally sneaking glances at you as you made conversation with other people. The red head also found herself unable to keep sharp glares from flying in your direction, seemingly unwarranted. 

An idea suddenly came to you. “Omarrr.” You drawled on, smiling as he turned to you excitedly. “Do you have melon liquor?” 

He took a moment, eyebrows furrowing in thought, before nodding enthusiastically. You made your way to the edge of the pool, hoisting yourself up onto the warm cement. Dominic’s doe eyes followed you, and specifically the curve of your ass as you made your way to your feet. 

“ Who wants a midori sour?” You exclaimed, watching in amusement as everyone raised their hand. 

“You know how to make those?” Omar says, seemingly taken aback.

“I’m a woman of many trades.” You joke smugly over your shoulder.

You trotted over to the outdoor bar, thankful that the roof of it provided you some shield from the intense sun that had been baking you for hours now. You bite down on your bottom lip as you focus, taking embarrassingly long to count out how many glasses you needed. This cocktail was your only party trick, picked up from a few bartender gigs in college. You began dishing out shots of melon liqueur into the cups. 

“How many shots go into it that way?” A voice suddenly breaks from behind you, making you jump.

“Jesus how fucking long were you standing there?” You fuss at him.

“Not that long.” He steps off from leaning on the counter, coming closer to you as you resume your previous actions. “How many?”

“Two.”

“That looks like a little more than 2 shots.” He says, and you look back to find Dominic peering over your shoulder at the various in-progress cocktails.

“I pour with my heart, I am not bound by the measurements of man.” You say without missing a beat.

“God that’s actually fucking profound, or maybe I’m just crossfaded and easily impressed.” He continues, “Well actually, you could probably say anything to me and I’d think it was profound.”

“All I’m hearing is that you are madly in love with me.” You sigh, voice dripping with mock pity. 

“You might be onto something.” He smirks, eyes burning into the side of your face.

“Don’t joke too loud, it might upset your girlfriend over there.” You say, nodding back towards her direction.

“I don’t have..who are you- oh.” He realizes. “For the record, I don’t know her. She has been up my ass all night unwarranted, keeps telling me she likes my music and my tattoos.” You scoff at the answer.

“ Don’t we all?”

“You listen to my music?” He makes his way closer, leaning his hips back against the counter that you’re cutting fruit at, looking down at you. You were silently grateful that he somehow didn't realize you meant his tattoos too.

“Here and there.” You smirk to yourself, finishing cutting up a lime.

“What’s your favorite?”

“Probably ‘Dark’, or maybe your song with Omar, I’m a little biased on the latter.” You chuckle. Your lips wrap around a lime slice, sucking gently, and Dominic thinks to himself that he didn’t know a lime could be this fucking sensual. He is so lost in the view of your face and your figure that he forgets to even respond. 

“Don’t stare at me, you’re making me nervous.” You respond without looking up, eyes trained on mixing the drinks in front of you. “You have an intense gaze, you know?”

“Is that so?”

“Mhm” You take a sip of one of the drinks, face scrunching up at the burn making its way down your throat. “I think…I think that most people, including me, are afraid of being perceived in a vulnerable way. You look at people, you look like, through people in a way that’s very…heavy.”

“Does that bother you?” He questions. You finally turn to meet his gaze, tilting your head to the side in mock thought as you peer up at him.

“Hm. In a strange way..I like it.”

“Get a room you two! Where are the cocks?” You suddenly hear Omar yell from the pool, snapping you two out of the unofficial staring contest you two had begun.

You and Dominic jokingly groan simultaneously. ‘Please never refer to cocktails as cocks again!” You yelled towards him, stifling a laugh.  “Wanna help me?” You ask, referencing, to the now done drinks on the counter, unknowingly flashing your doe eyes up at the man.

“I’d be a dick if I didn’t return the favor.” He chuckled, lifting several drinks into his hands effortlessly. Somehow, you made it back to the group without tripping over your own feet.

“I will warn everyone that these drinks are mostly midori and the tiniest bit sour.” You admit, handing out the drinks until everyone was sipping on one. Dominic and you found yourselves sitting close together now, sitting on the edge of the pool. You couldn’t help the way your eyes wandered across his body, now being painted by the vibrant sunset. It didn’t matter what he was saying, his pink full lips kept you on edge, practically making you squeeze your thighs together at the tension beginning to flood your shared eye contact. 

The smallest smirk found its way to your face as you noted the scowl painted on the red head’s face at the lack of access to Dominic. Was it petty to relish in the misfortune of others, sure. Were you stopping anytime soon tonight for her? No chance.

One of Dominic and Omar’s friends suddenly exclaimed, “Drinking game!”, to which you all joined in agreement.

-

It started off tame, with a few cheeky questions/ dares. Now, here you were, preparing for Dominic Fike to take a body shot off of you. If someone asked you what 6 months ago you thought you’d be doing now, having one of your favorite musicians do a body shot off of your half naked body at another celebrity’s mansion was not in the cards. To be fair, it was neither of your ideas. Little miss redhead, who’s name you learned was Ana,  asked Dominic to take a shot off the most attractive woman, most likely assuming it would go in her favor, and had inadvertently set you up to do perhaps the most insane thing you had ever done since moving to LA.

“Relax your stomach, you’re messing up my base.” Dominic whispered to you.

“Sorry, this is just fucking insane.” You sighed, trying to steady your breathing.

“Do you want me to stop?” He questioned, genuine concern lacing his voice.

“Yeah cause he can do it off me if you’re too scared.” Ana snickered.

That attitude sent a visceral courage through you. Turns out spite and alcohol was a beautiful combination for growing a pair.

“No. Go.” You spat out suddenly.

You gasped as his warm tongue came in contact with your stomach, soaking up the midori sour that was poured onto you. The rest of the group gasped and giggled like children at the sultry action, cheering for you both as Dominic finally sat up, smiling and cheering along with them. 

A chill ran through you at the downright tantalizing look that overcame his already enticing gaze. It took everything in you not to hop into his lap and ride him, company and all. You squeezed your thighs together at the thought, returning your attention to the rest of the group in an attempt to sooth the tension building in your core. 

“Damn Y/N, you got fucking balls. That was probably the hottest shit you’ve done since you touched down. I promise you.” You smiled cheekily at Omar’s praise, gulping down more alcohol.

The game continued, testing the boundaries on how intrusive you thought a game like this could get. While everyone was too distracted over a debate about hookups, Dominic pulled out his phone.

“Look up.” He whispered to you. You looked up, to find his Instagram story camera open. You both simultaneously flashed a middle finger. “Tag yourself.” He stated, passing you the phone.

“You know your fans are fucking psychos right?” You raised an eyebrow.

“Who cares.” He says matter of factly.

You tagged yourself and watched as he immediately posted. In a strange way, it was an ego boost. You weren’t the most consistent on Instagram outside of work, but you knew he barely posted, especially so directly. It was intimidating but thrilling knowing exactly what type of attention this would garner. This was a consequence for tomorrow morning’s Y/N and Dom.

“Holy shit I already follow you.” He remarks.

“No way.” You say, leaning over to look.

“Yes way. I see your shit all the time, it's dope. Small world huh?”

“Very.”

“Wanna make it smaller?” He quips.

Your eyebrows furrow at the question, undeniably a little nervous at whatever idea he had.

“How so?”

“Put your number in my phone.” You looked up at him, tracing his eyes for a joke. 

“You’re insane, you know that? I could be like a crazy serial killer stalker.” You say matter of factly.

“Maybe you are, yeah. I’m okay with that as it stands for now though.”

You slowly took the phone back from his hands, typing your number in, and adding a cheesy picture of you in the moment. You passed it back, smiling up at him, you noticed that when he smiled back, a dimple popped out of his cheek.

Hm. I never noticed that.

“Who’s ready to take the shenanigans inside.” Omar slightly slurs.

You all gathered your belongings, wrapped yourselves in towels, hissing at the cold contrast of the AC against your wet skin. The house was empty save for the 6 of you, and you all split up to go shower, agreeing to come back in 30 minutes to eat and pick a movie to watch.

You settled on pajama shorts and a tube top, too tipsy to care about your nipples attempting to peek through. 

You meet everyone else out in the living room, everyone looking refreshed and maybe a little tired. 

“What’s everyone craving?” Omar asks, eyes low and scanning the room.

“Taco Bell.” You all say in unison. A collective laughter breaks out in the echoey room at the coincidence. Omar placed a group order, and as you waited for your order, you all found your place on a couch. You and Dominic smushed together onto a loveseat that was certainly made for one person, but neither of you dared to move. 

“ Someone’s cold.” Dominic snickers in your ear, taking notice of your nipples reacting to the AC. You jokingly rolled your eyes. “Want my hoodie? I have a shirt underneath.”

“Um..sure.” While the cold wasn’t too uncomfortable, you weren’t gonna pass up the opportunity to wear his hoodie. You’d be stupid to say no. He pulled it off of him, and as you put in on his cologne flooded your nose.

“It looks better on you than me.” He chuckles, scanning down past the hoodie, down your legs that were curled up near him.

“Maybe I’ll make it mine then.” You smirked up at him, breathing catching as his eyes lingered on your lips too long for comfort.

Omar suddenly clears his throat. “Are y’all done eye fucking so we can pick a movie.” Your heads snap to him.

“I’m good with anything.” You both say in unison, snapping your heads back to each other.

Dinner soon arrived, and for the next hour you all ate and one by one people began heading to bed.  You watched as Omar headed to bed with his friend you didn't even realize he was flirting with. It was just you and Dom. Though it was a little past midnight, and with all the alcohol in your system, you should be utterly exhausted. But you’re not, and it seems neither was he.

You began cleaning up outside and a little in the living room. You know Omar has hired a cleaner, but if you were gonna be up, might as well make use of it. Soon after, you and Dom made your way down the hallway, finding that your rooms were right across from each other. You paused, silhouettes lit dimly by the light coming through the window shade.

“We should probably go to bed right?” He asked, peering down at you, looking like he wanted to do anything but sleep.

“Yeah-um. Yeah we should.” You respond. It takes everything in both of you to pull away from each other's gaze, and you both walk backwards until you hit your respective doors. 

“Goodnight.” He says, smiling softly at you.

“Goodnight.” You return the smile.

-

You had spent nearly 15 minutes tossing and turning, unable to find a tired bone in your body. You laid flat on your back, huffing in the dark room at the lack of anything currently happening. It was no surprise that your mind began to wonder to the boy across the hall.

Right across the fucking hall.

It seemed he was thinking of you too, because soon after blue light flooded a small part of the room from a text, an unsaved number.

It read: “Can’t sleep. Come watch tv with me?

-

look out for part 2 soon! Muah.

[antoncyng]

another small drabble because these kind of plots have been on my mind ever since the video of jennie surprising rose on her fancall 2 years ago.. can you see where im going ? so imagine this with you and wonbin.. 🤍

surprise! - park wonbin

idol!bf!wonbin x nonidol fem!reader

warnings: complete fluff, wonbin as a whipped af bf, supportive reader gf, pet names (angel, baby, princess)

wc : 763

seeing your boyfriend of 3 and a half years get to the top of album charts internationally and in korea, it made you proud. at most times you felt like a proud mom watching her son grow into his dream, and wonbin always knew he had an amazing supportive girlfriend waiting for him at home after his long schedules. at first, the difference between schedules was a small problem when wonbin first debuted. RIIZE was busy everyday, music show after music show. and when they weren’t recording pre-recordings for music bank or inkigayo, they were recording songs. comeback after comeback, wonbin was tired! his favorite part of the day was being able to come home to his affectionate girlfriend, and listen to her day as he slowly falls asleep in her arms.

“baby i have to go now,” wonbin said with a small frown as he looked down at you, clinging onto the standing boys torso as you sat in bed, just woke up. “its so early, i dont want you to go yet” you said, mumbling the words into his shirt as you heard his chuckle at your actions. “i’ll be home soon tonight, we have a fancall and thats it okay? ill be back soon” he told you, gently brushing his fingers through your bed hair, looking up at him and nodding. he bent down to give you a last kiss for that morning before he left, leaving you home alone.

but you were planning something for wonbin, he told you multiple times before that he enjoyed talking to fans and interacting with them through calls, but he got very socially drained easily. and what was the cure to that? you. yes, you spent $650 on albums for your boyfriend to cheer him up while he did his job, and thankfully you got in! you used a different name, your english(or second) name that your parents gave you, the name wonbin definitely wouldn’t be able to tell its you.

POV CHANGE ; yns pov

i got out of bed, looking at the time and remembering my time slot, i had until 3:50 pm. it was currently 11:00 am, i had all the time in the world right now! i sat on the couch going through netflix, finding a show. i finished a few episodes and looked at the time, oh okay its just 3:00.. wait its 3:00 already?! oh my god i have to get ready for the fancall! i jumped off of the couch and ran to my room, changing only my top since wonbin wouldn’t be able to see my pants, then into the bathroom to get ready, i finished my makeup and looked at the time. perfect! 3:35, ill set up the phone and get ready for the call. i sat at my desk in me and wonbins shared room, my phone set up with my mirror lights on, a stand up background behind me with decorations and pictures of wonbin, feeling slightly cringed but excited to see his reaction. i checked the time again, 3:48, i should be getting the call anytime so-

*ring ring ring, ring ring ring*

the phone is ringing! okay, take a deep breath.. wait why am i so nervous? hes my boyfriend..

POV CHANGE BACK authors pov

you answer the video call, the staff holding up a piece of paper with the questions, “can you hear me when i say this?” she says hello and you nod, not wanting to use your voice yet in case wonbin was already listening. the staff held up an OK! 👌 hand and said “please wait”, soon enough you saw the phone being set up to a distracted wonbin, looking down at the album.

“hello? earth to wonbin?” you said with a big smile on your face, watching him snap his head up with a huge smile painted on his face as soon as he recognized your voice. “princess, what are you doing here? why would you buy my fancall?” he asked excitingly, before he got cut off by a younger members peeking his head into the camera. “hiiiii ynie!!” an excited sohee said, you waving to him as he got pushed and shooed away by wonbin. “i wanted to surprise you, i know you said your calls get tiring so i wanted to give you some energy,” you said smiling, then pointing to the background. “do you like it? i made it myself!” you said proudly, watching wonbins huge grin on his grow bigger.

“i love it, thank you angel, youll always be my number supporter hm?”

[falafel14]

Jack Wolfe as Gabe Goodman

So I've had a few "Tell me everything!" responses to my recent post about the Donmar Warehouse's stunning new production of Next to Normal. Knowing the audience here, I'll narrow my focus to writing about what I know my fellow 'Six of Crows' fans will most want to hear - Jack's role as Gabe. I won't be recapping the show itself, as I assume most folks reading this will have listened to the soundtrack, read the script, or watched a Broadway bootleg. Or at least I hope so, because below you will find MAJOR SPOILERS for Next to Normal and specifically the Donmar's staging of it.

Gabe is introduced to us as the Goodman's teenage son, who seemingly has a close affectionate relationship with his mother, Diana, but frosty relationships with his father Dan and sister Natalie, neither of whom acknowledge his presence. About thirty minutes in we are shown exactly why. Diana brings out an 18th birthday cake when the family have Nat's boyfriend Henry over for dinner and it is revealed that today would have been Gabe's birthday...if he'd been alive. But Gabe died when he was a baby and Diana has only been imagining him growing up all these years.

Up until this point, Jack has been playing Gabe as a cheeky rebellious teenager, but when he slinks back on stage to blow out the candles on his cake, he becomes a much more ethereal and impish presence. In I Am The One, his expression transforms from sweet and devoted when singing to his mom, to menacing and malevolent when singing to his dad. Gabe manifests as different personas for each member of his family and it's thrilling to watch as Jack shifts between them all. When Natalie comes downstairs to sing Superboy and the Invisible Girl we see Gabe as the cocky conceited older sibling, who seems to revel in being their mother's favorite.

In her next therapy session, Diana is asked to speak about her son and this is when we get Gabe's showstopping I'm Alive solo. This number really did raise the roof. I'll admit when I saw videos of Jack singing it at Tom Kitt's concert, I was worried he wasn't giving the song the necessary attack. But on stage he goes absolutely full-throttle with it. He starts at the top of the stairs with a mic stand, looking like the frontman of a rock band, then he brings the mic down, roaming all over the floor. At one point in the song, Natalie and Dan have an argument and Gabe comes to stand between them, looking amused as he passes the mic between them. However Gabe starts to lose some of his swagger as Diana's doctor suggests that - as 18 is the age that children typically leave home - maybe Diana should think about her son this way and finally let him go.

In the next scene, Diana is in the kitchen, clearing out Gabe's things. She holds up a baby-grow and then starts playing a music box she used to use to help Gabe to sleep. Gabe comes down the stairs with a rucksack and duffle bag, like he's a kid being kicked out of the house by his parents. Diana can't seem to go through with it as she pulls him into a dance and they end up hugging with Gabe's head tucked under his mother's chin, like a needy child. This leads into There's a World, a hauntingly beautiful song with a very sinister undertone as we learn this is Gabe leading Diana towards a suicide attempt. This song and Catch Me I'm Falling are an excellent display of Jack's high range (he'd make a wonderful Orpheus in Hadestown - the UK production is coming next year, so...please??)

Following the suicide attempt, Diana is given shock therapy and consequently loses her memories of the last eighteen years. In the early part of Act 2 and for the song Aftershocks, Gabe is up in one of the upstairs rooms, like he's been locked in a cell - not gone, but no longer able to get to Diana. When Diana finds and plays Gabe's music box, there's this very chilling sight of Gabe's silhouette, his hands pressing to the screen, as he sings along to the melody. The lighting here is eerily reminiscent of a sonogram. When Diana regains her memory of her lost son, Gabe breaks free of the room, comes down the stairs to sing his I'm Alive (Reprise) from on top of the kitchen counter. After his wife's relapse, Dan crumbles to the floor, his back pressed to the kitchen counter. Gabe disappears behind the other side of the counter, and (I'm told, I couldn't see from my angle) he sits in the same position as Dan. They both stay like this for about 15mins while scenes with Diana, Nat and Henry take place.

As Diana leaves, Dan finally rises from the floor and begins singing his I am the One (Reprise). In other videos of this song that I have seen, Gabe is played quite aggressively, stalking around Dan, goading his father into acknowledging him. Jack does this scene very differently and effectively. He stays behind the counter, his eyes downcast, his manner meek as if quietly pleading for his father's attention. When Dan yells out "Why didn't you go with her?!" Gabe leaps up onto the counter and throws his arms around Dan, desperately clinging to him. When they get to the chorus, Dan turns round to face Gabe, gripping his arms. Then at the end, Dan staggers back and tearfully says his son's name for the first time. When Gabe responds with his "Hi Dad", Jack's face his full of shocked awe. He plays it like a child realizing the father he thought hated him, loved him all along. It's a devastating moment that had everyone in tears.

After the song, Dan reaches out a hand towards Gabe, but he stops as Natalie comes downstairs. Dan tells Nat her mother has left and Nat asks him - "So it's just me and you for now?" and there's a hesitation where Dan glances at Gabe, who is still sitting on the counter. When Dan finally answers yes, it's just the two of them, Gabe's expression is accepting, not resentful like earlier in the show. As he leaves to go upstairs, Gabe gently touches Nat's hand, almost like an apology. Natalie gives the slightest reaction, as if she is sensing something. It's a beautiful resolve to Gabe's role, and when he appears for the last time for his verse in Light, he no longer feels like a malevolent spirit, but more like this serene angel watching over his family as they all try to heal and go on with lives.

This is honestly a star-making performance from Jack as a young musical theatre actor. And as much as I want Jack and the other Crows actors to be off filming their spinoff show once the strikes are resolved, I also feel strongly that Jack belongs on the stage. Between his acting, his presence and his vocals, he's sure to be a performer in demand in the West End. Here's hoping there's award nominations to come. He's deserving of them.

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Our secret - Carlisle Cullen (smut)

This is very unhinged, but what did we expect, it's me writing this after all. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this! Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: When Carlisle comes home after a long shift at the hospital, he's desperate for some kind of relief. Who would have thought that he'd stumble upon a streaming website, watching the stream of a very familiar face, (y/n) – Jasper's girlfriend.

Warnings: 18+, smut, masturbation (f&m), oral (f), piv, cheating, power play, choking, spanking, degrading, dom!Carlisle

Pairing: Carlisle Cullen x fem!reader, brief Jasper Hale x fem!reader (2.2 k words)

A heavy sigh left Carlisle as he found his way to his office, thankful for the darkness that lingered in the mansion, allowing himself to finally relax. While the others were out hunting, he had been working another late shift at the hospital, making it home by 3 am. Those were the nights where he longed for his human past, wanting to feel the wave of tiredness he had once known all too well, centuries ago that had faded like the seasons passing by. 

He opened his laptop, eyes flickering to the dark forest, wondering how much longer he’d get to cherish the quietness of their home. Quick typing brought him to the website he was looking for, leaning back in his chair with a small grin tugging on his lips. 

For the past weeks he had visited a streaming website he had found one night, desperate for the kind of relief not even blood could give him, needing to give into his most primitive urges. He felt his cock harden in his trousers, barely anticipating the videos he’d get to watch, the moans he’d get to listen to. Fuck, this was one of those few moments where he actually felt human again, feeling like a young boy without any experience, driven by his needs. 

It took him a few moments to find a stream to settle on, animated by the dark room, the fairy lights hung in the back, and the soft music echoing through the woman’s room. So far he couldn’t make out her body, wondering what she was doing out of the frame, if she was waiting for more people to join. His hand freed his cock, slowly pumping to adjust to the sensation, excited to see a new face today. 

Movement could be heard on her end of the stream, and without another warning a female frame entered the screen, sitting down on her bed, right in front of the camera. A heavy gasp left Carlisle as his eyes took in the all too familiar features. His hand had stopped moving, unable to keep on going as he studied the girl he had crossed paths with numerous times before, (y/n) – Jasper’s girlfriend. 

Fuck, he should close the website, should forget that he had ever seen her with barely any clothes on – and yet he didn’t dare move. Carlisle had always found himself drawn to her, wanting to keep her to himself, wondering why she had ended up with Jasper after all, but he’d never dare to interfere, not set on destroying Jasper’s relationship. 

“I missed you all!” Her soft voice coaxed a groan out of Carlisle, and all he could do was watch how she slowly undressed, speaking to the people commenting on her videos and leaving tips. His hand had started moving after a few moments, getting over the first initial shock with a smirk widening on his lips.

And as (y/n)’s moans guided him towards the edge, making Carlisle think of her, she was located on the other side of Forks, trembling for the people watching her stream, with her mind set on a certain blonde doctor, rather than her boyfriend. 

……

Ever since Carlisle had stumbled upon (y/n)’s stream, he had found himself returning to her website at any given chance, hidden from curious eyes and ears, very well knowing that he was walking a thin line. He had grown bolder over time, no longer hiding amongst those that simply watched but didn’t interact, but leaving comments here and there, changing his username to something she might recognise, if she paid enough attention. 

He didn’t know what it was, and yet Carlisle didn’t want to break from the spell she had cast upon him. By now he knew every inch of her naked body, longing to touch the soft skin, praying to the God he had once loved that she wouldn’t ever return to his home, unsure how he’d react to seeing her again, with Jasper around. 

Carlisle knew that he had to be careful, well aware of Edward’s powers, able to read his every thought. And yet Carlisle had mastered building up a mental stone wall over the past centuries, able to hide his every need from those that looked up to him, clinging to the father figure that had a pure heart and soul, at least that’s what he forced them to believe. 

"Carlisle?" Jasper’s voice ripped him out of his thoughts, eyes flickering up from his book to meet the golden eyes of Jasper. With a smile tugging on his lips, Carlisle closed his book, freezing as another frame appeared next to Jasper. (Y/n) had her lips pulled into a wide smile, eyes meeting Carlisle’s. Jasper didn’t seem to notice the way Carlisle’s demeanor had changed, ushering (y/n) into the office. “(Y/n) burned herself this morning, and it won’t stop hurting. Would you mind looking at it while we go out to hunt?”

“No, of course not. She’s in good hands, don’t worry.” Carlisle averted his gaze as Jasper turned towards (y/n) with a smile, kissing his girlfriend goodbye. The doctor reached for his bag, pulling out a few things he’d need to take care of her wound. A thick silence hung in the air, so thick one could wrap it around their body in the cold winter morning, protected from the icy wind. 

“Come, take a seat.” Carefully he guided her closer, waiting for her to settle on the chair. The blonde haired doctor towered over her, touching her arm to take in the wound. Neither of them dared to speak up, but while Carlisle tried to focus on her wound, (y/n) couldn’t help but admire the doctor, tongue darting out to wet her lips. 

“You know,” she whispered the words, watching the man halt in his movements. “It took me a while to pick up on it. At first I didn’t think it was you, but then.” The rest of the sentence was left unsaid, stuck in her throat as his eyes met hers, forcing all air from her lungs. Carlisle leaned back, finding rest with his hips leaned against his table, studying the woman for a few moments. Shallow breaths left her, teeth leaving nervous bite marks on her lower lip, unable to see through the man’s almost emotionless facade. 

“Did you tell him?” She quickly shook her head, hand darting out to reach for Carlisle’s hand, making them both freeze. The cold he emitted clashed against the heat pumping through her body. For the past weeks (y/n) had wondered how to address the topic, unable to bite down the need she felt to be touched by the man, wanting to feel his body pressed against hers. 

“If I’m being honest, every time I’ve been streaming I thought of you, and I know it’s wrong, but I can’t stop myself.” With her breath hitched in her chest she watched Carlisle break out in a deep, raspy laugh, hand finding her cheek, cupping her warm skin. Her body followed his every command, pulled to her feet, into his chest. For a few seconds they froze, listening to the alarm going off inside their heads, reminding them how wrong this was – whatever they were about to do. But their bodies forced them to continue, lips meeting in a rough kiss. 

Jasper had never kissed her like this, had always tried to be careful with her, hoping that his alter ego wouldn’t take over his system, scared of leaving marks that wouldn’t fade. It seemed as if Carlisle wasn’t held back by any fear, any daunting thoughts, allowing himself to claim an already claimed woman. 

“I need to taste you, need to hear those pretty moans you always make.” What sounded like a confession turned into a command, switching them around to force (y/n) down on his table. Her moan seemed to give him the green light he had been waiting for, jeans pulled down her legs with her damp panties following. Carlisle didn’t waste any time, pushing his tongue through her slit, tasting her arousal for the first time. 

(Y/n)’s moans echoed through the room, hand tugging on his roots in a desperate need to ground herself. Her heart was racing, urged on by the fear of being interrupted, of being caught in an act so wrong that felt all too right. Her body had always called out to Carlisle, and yet something had held her back, doubting that the doctor would ever be interested in her. 

“Oh god, Carlisle, you’re so-” she was interrupted by a heavy moan, he had pushed two fingers into her cunt, expectedly curling them against her sweet spot. She was trembling on the table, legs quivering already, within only a few moments of being touched. While her body struggled to hold back, her mind couldn’t help but wonder what being fucked by him must feel like, hoping that he’d soon give in. 

“What is it? Talk to me, sweetheart.” A teasing smile was shot her way, mouth finding its way to her pulsing bundle of nerves, very well knowing what she wanted from him. 

“Please.” Her whimpers were met by a throaty chuckle, he had his eyebrows raised, wordlessly commanding her to speak her thoughts. “I need you inside of me, fuck me, please Carlisle.” 

“See, that wasn’t hard, was it?” He let go of her, only to pull her to her feet, front pushed down on the table with one quick move. Before she could even take a new deep breath, his hand came down on her behind, spanking the moaning woman. She was a goner, already floating in another dimension, and he hadn’t even fucked her yet. “Are you ready for me?”

His hand met her skin again, and again, till (y/n) finally managed to press out a soft “Yes, please”. She heard him spit onto his palm, pumping his cock a few times before he pushed into her from behind. Her air was knocked from her lungs, eyes squeezed shut to try and adjust to his size. Carlisle was ruthless, urged on by all those times he had been watching her on his screen, spreading her thighs for men just as desperate as he was. 

“You’re already whimpering, and I’ve only just started fucking you. Does your boyfriend not satisfy you? You’re dripping for my cock like a slut begged to be manhandled.” His words had a sharp undertone to them, forcing a deep moan from her parted lips. Carlisle fucked her rough, hips meeting her aching behind with every thrust, pushing (y/n) further into the dark abyss she had been lured into. She was seeing stars, stars so daunting, (y/n) could feel her end coming upon her. 

With one hand finding her throat, Carlisle pulled her up against his chest, pace not faltering once. Her walls fluttered around his cock, senses heightened by the possessive grasp he had on her throat, not cutting off her airstream, but making her blood sing in her ears. She was trembling, had a hard time focusing on anything but his touch, the way he fucked her, pushing her closer to the edge. 

“Such a tight cunt, so perfect for me.” Carlisle’s words coaxed a whimper from her lips, gone the moment his cold fingers found her clit. He tightened his grasp on her throat, forcing her eyes open to focus on the dark forest surrounding the mansion, wondering who or what was lurking outside there. Would their secret be spilled? Would they be able to hide it from the others nearby? 

“Need to cum, I’m so close.” Her voice trembled, nothing more than a whisper he clearly picked up on. Carlisle’s raspy chuckles left her shuddering, mind torn between the sensation of the way he fucked her from behind and the way he expertly rubbed her clit. A rough “Cum” left the doctor, hand leaving her throat to tightly grab her waist, fearing that she may lose her balance.

Her orgasm clashed through her, leaving her moaning and whimpering, not hearing the sound of slow steps carrying somebody closer. She didn’t notice the smirk tugging on Carlisle’s lips, didn’t notice how he turned his head, eyes meeting another pair of dark ones. He pulled out of her to release himself on her behind, letting go of (y/n) to give her a moment to calm down. 

“Fuck, I’m exhausted.” Her soft chuckles were interrupted by a deep laugh, head snapping towards the door, catching Jasper leaning against the doorframe. The vampire was smirking at his wide eyed girlfriend, stepping into the office with his arms crossed in front of his chest. 

“Oh, darlin’, this was only just the beginning.”