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W.A.B

Erik x Meg

So there’s this girl.

Megan doesn’t like her.

thats okay though, she doesn’t need to like everyone all the time, and hell she never meets her eyes when she look at her, so the feelings probably mutual…

“You need to check your little work friend, Kay. I could smell the fake on that bitch the first time I met her. Now, she act like she can’t open her mouth to speak and she don’t even acknowledge my presence. I’m the first one to speak to her and she give that weak ass hi every single time.”

“Megan, sis, Monique is a little on the antisocial side. She just moved here all the way from Cali so she doesn’t know anybody except for me. Give her some time, she’ll come around.”

Megan rolls her eyes, “You steady sticking up for her.”

“She’s not a problem, girl. If it’ll make things easier I’ll talk to her.”

“I don’t need you to do anything, Kay. I already made my mind up about her.”

“Fine,” Kay threw her hands up with defeat, “I tried. I can’t change your mind.”

“I’m glad you know. Now, where are we going tonight again?”

Kay has been friends with Megan since grade school. Kay is about average height with deep brown skin, whiskey colored eyes, full lips with a gap in her teeth, small knot less braids in her hair that travels down her back, and a petite frame. Megan showed up at Kay’s place an hour ago because they both made plans this Saturday evening that some how included Monique. That part Megan was unaware about and she wasn’t thrilled.

“Remember Erik?” Kay said while applying her false lashes.

“Erik…Erik…”

Even after giving some thought to his name, Megan couldn’t recall who Erik was. She knew a lot of people but the name Erik didn’t ring bells.

“Tall, curly fro, dimples, tattoo of The Eye of Horus with the map of Africa on his back, big lips?”

“…girl I don’t know this nigga.” Megan said with a laugh.

“He used to hang around your ex. He came to the party you threw for him some months ago.”

“Ohhhhhh, the ex nigga I cried sick over? The one I wanted to fight for making me care?”

“Yes, he who must not be named…”

“Wait…do he got gold slugs in his mouth?”

“Yes!!!” Kay shouted.

“Mm…okay…he fine.”

“Ain’t he, Bitch.”

Megan could picture Erik’s face clearly now. She’s 5’10 and he was about 6’3. Megan didn’t say much to him when she first met him but her eyes did wander a few times.

“How you know this nigga got a tattoo on his back? You fuck em?”

“No!!!! I know because I follow him on ig and he stay taking shirtless pictures or having someone record him at the gym—”

“BITCH. You are invested.”

“You would be too.”

“Anywayssss, how I look?”

Megan stood up and did a 360. She’s wearing denim booty shorts, a white, fitted crop top, and black platform sandals on her feet. Her hair is in its natural state with curly clip ins to give it a more full look and she’s wearing light makeup.

“Not too much?” Megan asked.

“No, it’s cool. I’m wearing a dress, is that too much?”

“It depends on the type of party but I’m not surprised, Miss Bougie at the hood spots.”

“Fuck you!”

Kay grabbed her phone off of her vanity and swiped to left before bringing it to her ear.

“Hey, Mo. The door is open. I’m in my room with Meg. Okay…”

Kay hung up the phone before turning to face Megan.

“She just pulled up. Please be nice. No drama tonight.”

“Kay, I’m not your child. I ain’t with the rah-rah. She just better keep it cute. I just got my nails done, I’m not tryna break this new set—”

“WHY MUST YOU CHOOSE VIOLENCE?!!!”

Kay!

Megan knew that annoying ass Tweety Bird voice from anywhere. Megan suppressed her laugh and decided to act like she was occupied with her phone. Monique is stout and full-figured with tawny skin, curly copper-colored hair, and azure-colored contacts in her eyes. She’s wearing black leggings with a black wrap top that displayed her abundant cleavage and a minimalist sternum tattoo of the yin yang symbol. Monique walked in and her eyes flitted over to Megan sitting on Kay’s bed before she looked away to give Kay a smile with her arms spread wide.

“KAY-KAY!”

Monique squeezed Kay in her seat. Kay pulled away and went to check her make up to see if it smeared after all her hard work contouring.

“Girl, it’s still good. I should have known you would be doing your makeup when the function started an hour ago!”

“You know I gotta be fashionably late, Mo.”

Monique took a seat on Kay’s bed, her back to Megan. Megan looked Monique up and down as if she were worthless trash. Once again, she didn’t say hello, how are you, hi, good evening, NOTHING. Megan is usually the bigger person but tonight she won’t be. That bitch can’t speak then she won’t get a word out of Megan. Fuck her.

“Does Erik have a girlfriend?” Monique asked with a whisper as if she were trying to have a private conversation with Kay.

“Not that I know of, why? You got a thing for him or something? You know you shouldn’t be, right?”

Monique’s maliciously playful expression said it all.

“I ain’t tell you this but…he slid in my DMs.”

“Bitchhhhhh, what??”

Megan’s feline eyes peered over the top of her phone after Monique said that.

“I gave him my number and he called me seconds later to check to see if it was really me! Like boyyyy hold on!!!” Monique said with a roll of her eyes.

“But, that’s what you wanted though,” Kay said.

“He doesn’t need to know that…yet.”

Megan locked her phone and stood up from the bed, uncaring of anything else Monique had to say so she didn’t have to continue to hear her speak. It was about time for a drink and she was ready to go.

“Kay, you driving?” Megan inquired while grabbing her Telfar bag.

“I am. I know you’re ready to go.”

“Y’all keep sitting around chatting while the party going on so yeah I’m ready to go.”

Monique gave Megan the side eye but not a word slipped from her mouth. Megan was itching to say something but Kay’s pleading eyes is what stopped her.

“Let me grab my bag and then we can head out,” Kay stood up from her vanity and tossed Megan her keys, “you can start the car and I’ll be out.”

Megan’s eyes looked from Monique to Kay before she started walking away.

“Aight, DONT BE LONG!!!”

“Okayyyyy bitch!!!” Kay yelled after Megan before she disappeared down the hall.

Monique waited until she heard the door close to the apartment before she decided to speak.

“Kay…what’s up with your bestfriend? She got a problem with me hanging with you or something?”

Kay shook her head and sighed, “Mo, I’m not getting into that and I’m not gonna talk behind my girl back. All I gotta say is maybe you should talk to her, woman to woman. I’m just gonna leave it at that.”

Monique smiles, “Soooooo there IS a problem… mmkay.”

“Mo,” Kay stood still with her eyes unblinking on Monique, “No drama, whatever needs to be said will be said after the party.”

“All I’m worried about is Erik. That’s it.”

“Uh-huh…you ready?”

Kay and Monique left the bedroom and shut off all the lights in the apartment except for the light above the oven before leaving. Outside, Megan is sitting in the drivers seat, music vibrating the car from how deep the bass is. Kay walked around to the drivers side and knocked on the window. Megan rolled the window down for her and the loud music hit Kay’s ears instantly.

“So, you’re driving then?!”

“Yep! Get in the car so we can go!”

Kay walks around the front of the car to the passenger side to get in. Monique took her place in the backseat behind Kay.

“What’s his address?” Megan asked while clicking away on her phone, her long, acrylics making a tapping noise against the screen.

“The address is…9449 Briar Forest Dr.”

Megan pauses her typing.

“Dayummmm, he sent you the address too?!” Kay said looking back at Monique.

“Cuz, bitch, he know what’s up!”

Megan pulled off and exited the parking lot to the apartment complex. The drive will take 36 minutes and if she knew that before hand she wouldn’t have agreed to driving. Luckily, she had her music to keep her calm. At least she can focus on that instead of Monique bragging in the back seat like she found gold at the end of a rainbow. Megan crossed her eyes with annoyance at how dick whipped she is over a nigga she hadn’t even seen in person yet.

“I hope it’s some food there. You can’t throw a party without food you’ll have everybody fighting!” Kay said.

“…how old is Erik again?”

She can’t have a conversation without bringing him up every second.

“Idk…probably in his 30s.” Kay said.

“I like em’ older so that’s cool with me,” Monique stuck her tongue out, “how long until we get there?”

“Idk…Meg, how long?”

“About thirty minutes. Do I need to stop at 7 Eleven on the way?”

“Some water that’s all.” Kay said.

The drive was mostly silent minus the occasional mumbling of lyrics from a song. A 7 Eleven was ten minutes away from Erik’s place so they made a stop. The area was crowded with people hanging around their cars and taking pictures. All three women got out of the car and walked up to the 7 Eleven. A group of guys noticed them coming and one of them opened the door so they could enter. He didn’t hide his interest and he was about to grab Megan’s arm before she cocked her arm back.

“Boy, don’t touch me, I don’t know you,” Megan said defensively with a roll of her eyes, “you niggas can get real touchy…I fight niggas too, the fuck.”

“Damn, sweetheart, no need for the attitude.”

His friends snickered behind him.

“Let’s get what we need and go I’m not tryna go to jail tonight.” Megan said.

Kay went to the back of 7 Eleven where the fridges are and found three tall Deer Park water bottles for them. Megan couldn’t resist the urge to grab two party bags of hot Cheetos for herself later. Monique stood by the register typing away on her phone with a blush on her face.

“Let me guess, that’s Erik asking where you at?” Kay said trying to be nosy and look at her friend’s phone.

Monique moves her phone away, “Maybe.”

“Ain’t no point in being secretive, hoe, I know it’s him!”

“Omg…why is he trying to FaceTime right now?!!!”

“Probably drunk and wondering where you are. Answer it.”

Kay sat the water bottles on the counter at the register and Megan did the same for her chips. Kay insisted on paying for it so she pulled out a 20 dollar bill and handed it to the cashier. The usual chime from answering a FaceTime call could be heard directly behind Megan and when she turned she was staring straight into the camera at Erik. He was walking with a lime green solo cup in his hand, grinning with his decorated grill and dimples in the camera. Megan could make out shouting and music in the background.

He was looking damn good and Megan found herself staring a little too long causing Monique to angle the phone away. Megan laughed at that, amused that Monique would even think she gave a fuck about Erik. If she wanted him, she could take him. Period. Kay grabbed the bag with the water and Megan grabbed her chips. Monique had this fake uninterested look on her face but it was all a gimmick so she wouldn’t look desperate for the nigga. Megan couldn’t contain her giggling.

“Who’s that laughing?”

Megan’s face popped into view with her tongue out before she moved away. She knew that pissed Monique off.

“Hold up, is that Megan Wegan?!”

“Did he really just call you that?!!!” Kay said.

“What’s up, shorty! How you been? I ain’t know you fucked wit Monique.”

“I don’t.” Megan said openly and without pause.

Kay slapped her arm with her mouth wide open.

“Dayummmmm, still just as mean,” Erik chuckles.

“You called to speak to me, Erik. Let’s not get off topic about shit that doesn’t matter.”

“LeTs NOt GeT oFf ToPic aBoUT ShIT ThAT DoESNT mattER. Girl, BYEEEEE.”

“So that’s what you’re about? Acting tough and showing off? Megan, please,” Monique argues.

“And you tough? Yeen bout’ that life—”

“Can y’all two chill out?!” Kay shouts, gaining attention.

“Don’t bring that here or I’ma have to set up a ring for y’all to wrestle in,” Erik’s laughter came through the phone loudly and it made Megan smile.

“Make sure you have my 42, Erik, and just maybe I’ll play nice!” Megan said.

“I’m hanging up,” Monique ended the FaceTime and slammed the car door after she got in.

“This shit is brand new, Mo! Don’t be slamming my door!” Kay said.

“Let’s just go,” Monique crossed her arms over her large bust, “How much longer?”

“Just under ten minutes.”

Megan caught Monique scowling at her through the rear view mirror and she blew her a kiss. There is definitely some jealousy in her towards Meg. Nothing surprises her. She’s seen it all, lost so called ‘besties’ because of it. One friend spread a rumor about her in high school that resulted in a huge fight between Megan and two other girls. Another friend sold her nudes to some dudes and tried to lie about it. Kay is the only friend that has stuck beside her. She’s the only chick Megan trusts. No new friends, not even Monique.

When they arrived to Woodlake On The Bayou apartments, Monique texted Erik to come to the door. His apartment is on an upper level so they had to climb a set of stairs. Two minutes later, a door opened up and he popped his head out with a smirk. Monique increased the pace in her step to reach him first. Megan took slow strolls while snacking on her Hot Cheetos, watching Monique wrap her arms around Erik’s neck on her tip toes. Erik gave her short body a one arm hug before holding his door open for her to go inside. Kay waved hello shyly before following behind Monique. Before Megan could do the same, Erik blocked her entrance with his bicep.

He’s wearing an orange tank jersey so she could see the definition of his muscles on the side of his torso all the way up to his arm. He even smelled damn good. Megan lifted a brow at him as her eyes never left his, wondering why he’s not letting her in. Erik openly checked her out from head to toe, huffing with a shake of his head. If he had something to say, now is the time, especially since Monique is watching both of them like a hawk. Just more proof that she hates her for many reasons—looks, attention, blessings.

“We didn’t have a proper hello,” Erik bites his lip, “You lookin' good, Meg…still with that Lil’ nigga?”

“Ain’t that your friend? And you know his name, stupid.”

“I don’t know that nigga like that.” Erik said.

“So, you’re just friends with somebody he know?”

“Basically. Fuck allat…I’m glad you showed up.”

“You didn’t even know I was coming first of all,” Megan tried to walk past but Erik’s chest blocked her, “second, If you’re so fucking glad, why not let me in?”

“I just felt like messing wit’ you,” Erik slowly steps aside, “Come on in, girl.”

“THANK YOU.”

Erik closes his door.

“Party is in the living room. Ain’t much but a kick back. Ordered some pizza and wings, plenty of drinks to go around. Go help yourselves.”

“Good, cuz I’m starving,” Kay didn’t waste time going towards the living room, “Y’all coming?”

“Yeah,” Monique looped her arm around Erik’s, “But Erik gotta show me around first.”

Megan and Erik gave each other a quick look before she left him alone with Monique. That shit was a turn off and she could see in Erik’s eyes that he wasn’t feeling it too much either. Both of them knew why and once again it wasn’t a shocker. Megan and Kay made their way into the living room and there a group of guys with drinks and weed could be spotted with a handful of girls standing along the wall with drinks in their hands. Erik had music playing from his Echo and there, in the dining room, is the food and drinks. Megan didn’t recognize anyone there so she took a seat at the dining room table, grabbed a plate, and started filling it up with honey old bay wings.

“What you think so far?” Kay asked before taking a bite out of her pizza.

“It’s chill. The drink selection is lookin’ good!”

Megan noticed two bottles of 42 on the table unopened. She grabbed one and a lime green solo cup with a little bit of orange juice. She made herself a full cup and went back to eating her wings.

“You wanna know something? Erik was happy to see you, girl.”

“…was he? I couldn’t tell…”

“Megan, now you know—”

“Don’t say that too loud, your friend won’t like it. Speaking of your friend, there she go.”

Kay could see Monique sitting on Erik’s lap. She sat sideways with her arm around his shoulders while he talked to one of his friends. Megan checked his body language. Monique appears to be trying to gain his attention and Erik would give her a nonchalant head nod until one of his boys says something funny then he’s laughing. She had to initiate everything with him to gain his attention and he was giving her the bare minimum. Megan could feel his eyes on her even when she looked away. Clearly, he wanted to be where she was and not with Monique.

The 42 started creeping up on drink number two and Megan pushed away her plate of eaten wings before grabbing a napkin for her fingers. Kay was talking to some random chick about her hair and Megan didn’t have anywhere else to look but forward into the living room and Erik was in her line of vision. She smiled at Erik and he smiled back, showing off his symmetrical pearly whites and gold slugs. Megan rubbed her hands against her exposed thighs slowly, skin feeling warm and flushed. He turned his head away from her but Megan still had her eyes on him. They raked over his body and when they fell to his crotch she froze. It’s not his fault, she sat all that booty on his lap. That’s what happens, and he can’t help the fact that he has such a big dick. There he is, in his jeans, bulging nonetheless, dick looking like it’s halfway down his leg. Megan couldn’t believe it.

“Oh my God…”

“What?” Kay asked, looking into the living room to see what Megan could be talking about.

“Nothing. This drink just hit me faster than usual,” Megan plays it off with a laugh.

An hour passed and after a useless game of drunk Uno, Megan felt looser and wilder, twerking and taking shots. She almost forgot all about Erik and his Captain Hook until he approached her from behind, reaching over her to grab a slice of pizza. Megan looked back at him with a glare, mushing him playfully when he started chewing in her ear.

“Back up, Water Head!!!”

His gaze focused on her low cut shirt that exposed her cleavage. Megan pretended not to notice while drinking from her cup, eyes wandering every which way. A chuckle escaped her lips. It was the drink making her act silly.

“I can’t back up even if I wanted to, baby girl.”

“Don’t let your girlfriend hear you say that.”

“Girlfriend?” Erik’s top lip curled up, “You got it all figured out, huh?”

“You’re the one checking for her so…”

“I ain’t tied down, Meg. I’m a free agent.”

“Not to her. Y’all practically married,” Megan snorted.

“Nah…she fine…but she ain’t my girl. Plus, she got a nigga already.”

“What?!!”

Erik shakes his head with laughter, “You a trip. Yeah, she taken.”

“And got the nerve to get mad at me for talking to you. Little does she know, if I wanted you, I could have you. She think you safe? That hoe is played!!”

Erik couldn’t contain his laughter. He had a hand to his stomach, back bent over, and tears brimming his eyes. Megan gave him a weird look before joining him. Erik grabbed onto her arms to hold himself up but he was only weighing Megan down with him. They both ended up on the carpet, Megan leaning over him and Erik resting back on his elbows. Megan sat back on her knees to wipe her eyes and Erik tried to catch his breath. He looked up at Megan while licking his lips, his eyes falling on her chest again.

“I saw you lookin earlier, girl.”

“What?” Megan said.

“Looking at this,” Erik points to his crotch, “You see something you like?”

“You are soooooooo cocky!!!!!”

“But I can do that…you know I can.”

“…true,” Megan said with a small voice and a roll of her eyes.

Megan stood from the floor and pulled her shorts down because they had ridden up her thighs. Erik got into a push up position before standing and he was about to wrap an arm around Megan until he felt small hands grabbing onto his arm to gain his attention.

“Erikkkkk, C’mere,” Monique yanked on his arm to bring him to her eye level, “I gotta tell you something.”

Insecure?

“What’s good?”

Erik brought his ear to Monique’s mouth and she began to whisper. Monique stared at Megan with a smug look to challenge her and at that moment, Megan wanted all the smoke. That wrestling idea Erik had earlier started sounding like a great plan. Put Monique in the ring for Megan to handle.

“Shit…”

With her hand in his, Monique leads Erik out of the living room and Left Megan standing there. She wanted to know what she had to say that was such a secret.

“Meg…”

Kay motioned for her to come over and join them in a game of Jenga. Erik had the large pieces that you stack on the floor. Fuck it, why not?

“No!!! That’s cheating!!! You gotta choose the piece that you already had!!! Don’t go switching up!!”

Loud, sonorous laughter filled the living room from Megan’s irritation and some dude that was currently taking his turn in Jenga.

“I don’t remember that rule, Shawty. I technically didn’t grab the piece, I just tapped it and realized that I couldn’t use it so I moved on.”

“Cheating ass…”

Megan tried a middle piece. She pushed it with the tip of her nail and the tower began to wobble. She jerked her hand away quickly and held her breath, praying that it wouldn’t fall. When it finally stopped, Megan takes her two fingers to gently pull the piece. She went as slow as a sloth, ignoring the others trying to purposefully distract her.

“HA!!!!” Megan takes her piece and stacks it on top, “Now who’s laughing—NOOOOOOO!!!!”

The tower shook out of control and came tumbling down into a pile on the carpet. Megan kicked her feet and crossed her arms like a baby, lip poked out and a frown on her face.

“Awwww!!!! You won the last one though, babe!!” Kay said, trying to cheer her friend up.

“Fuck this, I’m going to pee,” Megan walked away with her middle finger extended to those who wanted to continue to laugh.

Out of the living room, Megan continued walking to the back of the apartment where the bathroom most likely was. It’s dark minus a door ajar on her right. She slipped past and looked in quickly only to stop dead in her tracks. Her eyes went wide with surprise and she wanted to speak but couldn’t because the visual before her eyes muted her completely. In what appears to be Erik’s room, Megan could see Monique on her knees and Erik’s back against a wall with his orange jersey folded beneath his chin and his jeans around his ankles.

His big veiny dick stood at attention and from the soft glow of his lamp light, Megan could see it glossy from her spit. Megan gasped and looked towards him, wondering to herself how he fuck with a dick that big. Sure, she could take it, dance on even, but goddamn. He grinned proudly down at Monique, talking lowly to her while she licked him. Erik would put his hand on the back of her head to try and force her mouth down and around him but she wouldn’t do it. Megan backed away from the door, contemplating on leaving, but fuck, that dick is just sooo big and shes struggling sooo much to take it. All that big dick in your face and mouth and all you can do is lick?

“Weak ass bitch,” Megan spoke with a hushed tone.

She talked a whole lot of shit, bragged about how Erik wanted her and how she’s the best and she can’t even prove it on her knees. How could she pass this chance to put her in her place? Show this girl that Erik ain’t some weak ass nigga with a weak ass dick. Dick that she’s probably used to that’s why she can’t throat him like he wants to. And Erik is being wayyyy too gentle at the moment. He’s supposed to tell that bitch to open up wide, present that throat, and shove that fat pole inside until she gagged. Continue to pump her pathetic throat and tell her how much of a pitiful little slut she is. That turned Megan on. Picturing Erik bucking his hips and his heavy sack knocking into her chin. Her nose running and eyes leaking with tears.

It was now of never.

Megan pushed open that door and walked inside, shutting it behind her. Erik looked up at her wide eyed, grabbing his dick to put it away. Monique noticed his change of mood and glanced over her shoulder to find Megan standing there with a smirk on her face.

“So, this is what you whispered about? You wanted that dick in your mouth.”

“Megan—”

“Shut up, bitch.”

Erik took his hand off his dick and squinted his eyes at Megan with a tilt of his head, wondering what she was up to. Megan walked over to them, got down on her knees, and looked up at Erik with her sultry eyes and lips parted. Her hand rose and latched onto Monique’s hair, her nails gripping tightly on her curls before she forced her face towards Erik’s still hard and curvy dick.

Megan smiled at Erik and spoke with the sweetest voice, “Here, let me help.”

Monique let out ragged breaths as Megan pressed her lips to her ear.

“Open your fucking mouth, bitch…”

Monique peered up at Erik and saw him shrug his shoulder.

“You heard what she said, open up.”

Monique cut her eyes to Erik’s dick and then slowly opened her mouth. She looked afraid and the fear made Megan smile. She could see Erik’s dick jump slightly from that.

“All this big dick in your face and you wanna act scared? Open up, Mo, or you’re getting smacked in the face with this dick. You ain’t leaving this spot until you suck this dick.”

“Hmm,” Erik bites his lip, “You know you want to.”

Monique closed her eyes and opened up again. Megan pushed her head down on it as deep as she can go. Erik stood still and his mouth gaped. A slow fuck yes escaped his mouth and Megan could feel her entire pussy tingle. Monique grabbed onto Erik’s thighs while Megan used her hair to move her head back and forth, Monique gagging and choking.

"awww you can do better than thaat,” Megan takes her hand to grab Erik’s heavy balls, “And these big nuts? You better get these too.”

“Damn, Meg…nasty…” Erik stiffened in Monique’s mouth when Megan began to caress his sack, “Hand is soft as fuck on my nuts…”

“This where all that cum at, huh? You gon’ cum in this bitch mouth? Huh?”

Megan pulled her head back and forth, each time Monique would pause, Megan would push her head a little bit longer, a little bit deeper. Sure enough, Monique was crying, her false lashes wet and mascara running. A faint whimper came from her and her hand landed between her legs. She slipped her hand into her leggings and started rubbing her clit. Megan noticed straight away and giggled.

“You like this? You like being used? A mouth to fuck? Look at you, rubbing that pussy. I bet that pussy is wet as fuck right now. Did I tell you to stop? Keep sucking this dick.”

“Damn, mouth feel good as shit, mmm,” Erik’s eyes went low and he started moving his hips to feed her some dick. His grunts had Megan staring up at him. She enjoyed watching the expression of defeat on his face. She loved the way his curved, fat dick looked coated in spit.

"Like being face fucked like this? you nasty little bitch…” Erik said.

“She does, look,” Megan pointed to Monique touching herself, “She got her hand down her pants all in her pussy.”

“I bet after I nut in her mouth she’ll bend over and show me that pussy,” Erik said with a deep voice.

“That’s what sluts do…they give that pussy up…ain’t that right?”

Monique nods her head. She sucked as hard as she could, spit bubbles making her look like she was foaming at the mouth. Erik grabbed the sides of her head and started face fucking her hard.

Gluck gluck gluck

“Fuck yes…mmm…got that big ass dick down your throat…Unh…show me you’re not a weak bitch and take that dick…look at him…he wanna cum so bad…you gon’ swallow that nut?”

Megan pulls her head off, looking at how messy she is now, drool all over her face and her makeup ruined by tears.

“I asked you a question…are you gonna swallow his cum, slut?” Megan said.

“Yes!” Monique shouted with a shaky voice.

“You better, or he’s gonna cum on your face.”

“Shit, I can do that too. She want it so bad I’ll paint her all over,” Erik tilted her chin, “I’m close…open that mouth back up so I can bust…”

“Get that nut, E,” Megan encouraged before pushing Monique and watching her lips go tight and cheeks sink in.

Megan could see Monique’s cheek poke out from the curved tip of Erik’s dick hitting her there. Imagine that dick doing just that but in your pussy. Mmm. Megan turns Monique’s head so she can suck Erik’s dick from the side. He brings his hands up to rest on top of his head, jaw clenched, nostrils flared, a guttural moan trapped in his throat. His hips are off the wall now and trembling. He’s so close. Megan felt her clit jump from how tight his balls had gotten.

“Damn, Erik,” Megan yanks Monique’s hair and she’s off his dick again, “Get that fat sack, bitch…you see how full it is? You better give that shit all the love it deserves.”

Megan shoved her face into his balls and Monique started licking and lightly sucking on him.

“SHIT. Oooh, Shit. Hmph…”

“Make this fine ass nigga cum, Mo,” Megan locked eyes with Erik, “I wanna see how that dick look shooting cum.”

“Oh yeah? It’s a lot…I can give you some of this whenever you want it.”

“That was the plan anyway,” Megan said with a smirk.

Monique was guided back to Erik’s dick and like a fiend she opened up wide and gulped that dick down. Megan stood up and grabbed Erik’s chin, taking her curled tongue to lick the seam of his lips before sucking his fleshy bottom lip into her mouth.

“Cum in her mouth…make her choke on that nut…show this bitch that she’s only good for sucking dick…you better not stick that big dick in her pussy…I’m taking that dick when I get on it…”

“Fuckkkkkkk—Megan you—Damn, I want you so bad, girl—”

His hips stuttered out of control and he knocked Monique’s head back with how hard his hips moved. Megan watched with lust filled eyes as he moved wildly in that tight mouth. He palmed the back of her head, his teeth sinking deeply into his bottom lip, stretching that bitch throat all the way out. Megan sucked on his neck and ear, and when he came undone he palmed her ass. Monique’s eyes squeezed shut and she began to cough from the load that Erik served her slut mouth.

“Don’t spit none of it out, swallow it,” Megan orders, “There you go…good girl…drink that nut…now lick your lips…”

Monique licks her lips and sucked on her fingers like she was eating butter cream frosting. Erik exhales, fixing his dick back into his briefs, completely ignoring Monique on her knees with a spit covered face. She looked freshly used and everyone from the party would notice. Monique stood up, awkwardly meeting Megan’s gaze. What could she say?

Thank you for helping me suck his dick

If it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t have been able to open my mouth and take him

He’s so big, I’m glad you showed up to assist

I’m sorry for being so rude to you, Megan, how could I ever repay you?

I hope I can get to suck his dick and eat her pussy at the same time.

Maybe I can be their bitch more often.

Megan fluffed her curly hair and gave herself a once over in Erik’s body length mirror before making her way towards the door as if nothing happened. Monique sauntered away quickly, mostly out of embarrassment that this even happened the way it did. Erik never left his spot on the wall, irritated that it wasn’t Megan that was on her knees to begin with.

#megan thee stallion #killmonger imagine #killmonger smut #nahimjustfeelingit writes

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veronica-sawyers-monocle · 2 years

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Jujutsu Kaisen men foot headcanons

Characters included: Toji, Gojo, Sukuna, Nanami, Mahito, Geto, Choso

cw: foot fetish

author’s note: This is kind of a joke post but I have had writer’s block for awhile particularly when it comes to smut and I’ve been wanting to write something. This may have cured it. I don’t have a foot fetish but I may have come close to developing one just from writing this, so enjoy.

Toji:

His feet are long, narrow and veiny. Like his cock, except his cock is probably not narrow.

His toes have some hair on them and are also long, his second toe is longer than his first toe.

His toenails are trimmed pretty short and evenly, nothing special.

He has some calluses on the bottom of his feet but not too thick.

They don’t smell unless he’s been out working all day, in that case make sure those dogs stay AWAY from you until he showers.

Foot rating: 8/10

Gojo:

Gojo takes really good care of his feet because Geto has a foot fetish and likes to suck on his toes /hj.

He uses those callus remover foot mask things and the callus remover tool as well to keep them nice and soft.

He gets pedicures every couple of weeks and asks for a clear coat of polish on his toenails. Sometimes he paints them blue to match his eyes 🤩🤩.

They don’t smell bad at all because he uses deodorizer sprays in his shoes. He’s so bougie.

Foot rating: 10/10

Sukuna:

Crusty as FUCK. He doesn’t care to maintain his feet whatsoever, he usually makes someone do it for him on the rare occasion that he feels like having personal hygiene.

His toenails are painted black like his fingernails and overgrown as well.

Sukuna has tattoos on his feet that match the ones on his body.

He doesn’t ever wash his sandals or socks he’s had the same ones for 5,000 years.

They’re HUGE just like the rest of him as well.

He’d make you suck his toes at the foot of his throne.

Foot rating: 2/10

Nanami:

He is a man who has his shit together pretty much, he’s always in a suit and tie and his hair is done so best believe he takes care of his feet too.

They are a little more masculine looking than Gojo’s feet, an average size 11 and he has a bit of blond hair on them. Your standard man feet.

Gojo makes him go get pedicures sometimes so his toenails are pretty well maintained. They still would look nice if he didn’t get pedicures though to be honest. He’s so responsible.

Nanami always wears those brown or black long dress socks too. Even on a casual day when he’s not at work.

Foot rating: 9/10

Mahito:

You would expect Mahito’s feet to be gross, but they’re not.

They obviously have stitches all over them.

He keeps them pretty clean, his nails are trimmed and he doesn’t really have any hair on his feet at all.

However he has some THICK calluses since he’s always fighting and walking around barefoot.

Mahito never wears socks.

His feet are on the smaller size compared to other guys.

He would have a big foot fetish. And it would go both ways, he’d want you to touch his feet and he would want to play with your feet too.

Foot rating: 9/10

Geto:

Geto has some big ass feet. He takes good care of them by himself but doesn’t do anything fancy or extra to them.

He keeps things breezy since he wears sandals all the time. His feet rarely smell at all.

Since it was mentioned in Gojo’s section, Geto loves sucking toes but hates it when his own feet are messed with.

Geto would have some hair on his feet too.

Foot rating: 10/10

Choso:

Choso’s feet are really pretty just like him. He doesn’t maintain them particularly, but they just look good naturally.

They’re long and skinny, but not excessively so.

His feet are super soft and they are never cold, so if you’re sleeping with him and his toes touch your legs it wouldn’t be annoying.

Obviously he has great shoe fashion since he’s basically wearing Doc Martens in the manga.

He doesn’t do it himself but if you wanted he’d let you paint his nails and he’d secretly like it a lot.

Foot rating: 9/10

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jayz4dayz · 3 years

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Kakegurui character headcanons that are canon in my eyes (Part 2)

Yumeko:

Doesn’t take hard drugs but can if so desired

Excels in all her courses, but school work bores her

Cottage core lesbian vibes tbh

But is actually bisexual... So cottage core bisexual? Is that a thing??

Actually drinks coffee because she likes the taste

Wears cherry scented perfume

Loves surprises

Is a Gryffindor, but everyone assumes she is a Hufflepuff

Looks like a cinnamon roll but can actually kill you

Listens to Girl In Red

Very physically affectionate and loves cuddles

Is fluent in Japanese, English, and French

Her favorite animal is a snake. You cannot convince me otherwise

She owns a pet king snake and named it: エース (Ace)

Extraverted

Prefers to wear dresses but will not decline wearing a suit

Often mistaken for athletic, but starts panting when climbing up the stairs

Enjoys reading to pass time when she isn’t gambling

Learned to play and mastered poker at like nine years old

Favorite card game is Indian blackjack

Favorite color is either maroon or gold

Gets cold easily

Often reads Yuri manga

Does not kill the spider in the relationship, but instead captures it in a cup and sets it free outside

Is great with kids

Weapon of choice is a katana

ENFP-A personality type

A horrible driver and cannot drive her friends places without almost crashing the car

Forced to learn how to play the piano as a child

Not a morning person, but doesn’t let it show

Gets her “gambling freak” on even when playing something simple like uno

Mary:

Will take hard drugs if they are offered for free

Excellent in all school courses (she wasn’t offered a scholarship for her good looks after all)

Hated gambling at first, but soon became addicted to it like everyone else at Hyakkaou

Quite athletically inclined, but chooses not to do sports

Is a tsundere around everyone except for Ririka

Is a lesbian

Has a whole ass harem (this is actually canon)

Wears Chapstick or occasionally lip gloss

If you simp for her, say it with me... Daddy issues

One hundred percent would be that girl at a bar to fight a guy sexually harassing herself or someone else

I’ve heard people say she’s a Gryffindor, but I gotta be honest with you, she’s a Slytherin. Sorry, I make the rules.

Looks like a cinnamon roll, is actually a cinnamon roll that can kill you

Favorite food is melon bread

Listens to Megan Thee Stallion

Half American Half Japanese

She is actually naturally blonde

Can speak English and Japanese, but prefers Japanese

Drinks tea or juice instead of coffee

Practices future arguments with people in the shower

Is okay with children unless they’re being brats

Favorite animal is a lion

Weapon of choice is a baseball bat

Watches American cartoons and has no interest in anime

Fairly good at video games

Does not like being touched (unless by someone she loves)

Insecure about her height and bust size

Is indifferent about wearing a dress, but likes wearing a suit

Has mild OCD and hates when people touch or move around her stuff

Only asks people if they listen to Girl In Red to see if they’re gay, but doesn’t really listen to them that much

Actively listens to Billie Eilish

Can play the bass guitar

ENFJ-A personality type

Wears Doc Martens outside of school

Probably growled or hissed at kids in preschool

Itsuki:

Has definitely done hard drugs and would do it again

Pays students/housepets to do her school work and homework

For some reason, strikes me as someone who drinks Starbucks refreshers and will refuse to drink anything else in the morning

Is terrible at gambling hence why she constantly cheats

Has a new set of nail polish for each week

Two-faced towards everyone except her close friends

A closeted bisexual. No I will not take criticism on that

Has a thing for milfs

Indulges in both Yuri and Yaoi manga

Favorite combination is sweet and salty

This bitch absolutely puts pineapple on her pizza. “It’s exotic!”

Lactose intolerant?? Don’t ask why because I don’t have an answer, she just seems like she would and hides it by trying to act bougie for purchasing almond/coconut milk instead of regular milk. Still consumes dairy anyway

Has an Instagram account with 1000+ followers

Smells like a bath and body works and would probably work there too if she wasn’t rich and needed a job

Actually has shitty vision but wears contacts so she doesn’t look “nerdy”

Is a Hufflepuff

Weapon of choice is either her nails or pepper spray tbh

I’m not saying she’s a bimbo... however-

Probably has attended at least twelve Ariana Grande concerts

First car would be something extra like a pink Lexus or Mercedes Benz

Develops a very close friendship with Mary, Yumeko, and Ryota

Canonly short

Hates the rain and the cold

Can’t play any instruments but claims her voice is her instrument

Can’t reach the top shelf :(

ESFP-A personality type

Will most definitely have an affair with Miroslava Honebami at some point

Hates insects

Idk why, but I can see her still sleeping with a night light

Guilty pleasure is going to the spa

Has likely traveled all around the world

Favorite color is pink or green

#kakegurui #kakegurui headcanons #Yumeko Jabami #mary saotome #itsuki sumeragi #mary x ririka #Meariri #miroslava x itsuki #JAY HAS SPOKEN

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lochtayboatsong · 3 years

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The Jesus Christ Superstar essay absolutely no one asked for.

Last weekend, I watched the pro-shot of the 2012 arena tour of Jesus Christ Superstar starring Ben Forster, Tim Minchin, and Melanie C, because it was Easter and it was up on YT for the weekend. I never managed to do my annual listen-through of Leonard Bernstein’s Mass this year, as is my usual Easter tradition, so I figured “Why not watch/listen to this instead?” It was my first time seeing and hearing JCS in full, and Y’ALL, it has been living rent-free in my brain ever since. I have a mighty need to get my thoughts out, so here they are, in chronological order by song.

1) Prologue: I love the way JCS 2012 makes use of the arena video screen. The production design and concept clearly took a lot of inspiration from the “Occupy ______” movement, which makes it feel a bit dated now. But every single production of JCS is a product of its time period, so this is a feature and not a bug.

2) Heaven On Their Minds: This is a straight-up rock song. It wouldn’t be out of place on any rock and roll album released between 1970 and 2021, and it boggles my mind that Webber and Rice were both in their early twenties when they wrote it. Also, the lyric “You’ve begun to matter more than the things you say” hits hard no matter the year.

3) What’s the Buzz: A+ use of the arena screens again, this time bringing in social media to set the tone. Also, this song establishes right from the outset that Jesus is burnt out and T I R E D by this point in the story. Seriously, can we just let this man have a nap?

4) Strange Thing Mystifying: Judas publicly calls out Mary and Jesus claps back. Folx, get you a partner who will defend your honor the way Jesus defends MM in this scene. Also Jesus loses his shoes and is mostly barefoot for the remainder of the show.

5) Everything’s Alright: Okay, this is one of the songs I have A LOT to say about. First, it’s important to know that I was a church musician throughout all of my adolescence and into my early adulthood. The pianist at the services I usually played at was a top-notch jazz pianist, and also my piano teacher for about six years while I as in high school and undergrad. (Incidentally, I had a HUGE crush on his son, who was/is a jazz saxophonist and clarinetist and also played in the church band, but that’s a story for another day.) One of the hymns we played a few times a year was called “Sing of the Lord’s Goodness,” which is notable for being in 5/4 time. Whenever this hymn was on the schedule, it was usually the recessional, or the last song played as the clergy processed out and the congregation got ready to leave, so we were able to have some fun with it. After a couple verses the piano player and his son would usually morph it into “Take Five,” a famous jazz standard by Dave Brubeck which is also in 5/4 time. Anyway, the first time I listened to this song in full, it got to Judas’s line “People who are hungry, people who are starving,” and I sat bolt upright and went “HOLY SHIT THIS IS ‘SING OF THE LORD’S GOODNESS/TAKE FIVE.’” And I was ricocheted back in time to being fourteen and trying to keep up with this father/son duo in a cavernous Catholic church while simultaneously making heart-eyes at the son. Final note: This is the only song in the musical to feature all three leads (Jesus, Judas, and Mary Magdalene) and is mostly Jesus and MM being soft with each other in between bouts of Jesus and Judas snarling at one another.

6) This Jesus Must Die: I LOVE that all the villains in this production are in tailored suits. LOVE IT. Also, Caiaphas and Annas are a comedy duo akin to “the thin guy and the fat guy,” except in this case it’s “the low basso profundo and the high tenor.” Excellent use of the arena video screen again, this time as CCTV.

7) Hosanna: My background as a church musician strikes back again. It honestly took me two or three listens to catch it, but then I had another moment of sitting bolt upright and going “HOLY SHIT THIS IS A PSALM.” Psalms sung in church usually take the form of call-and-response, with a cantor singing the verses and the congregation joining in for the chorus. If I close my eyes during this song, I have no trouble imagining Jesus as a church cantor singing the verses and then bringing the congregation in for the “Ho-sanna, Hey-sanna” chorus.

8) Simon Zealotes: This is part “Gloria In Excelsis” and part over-the-top Gospel song. Honestly it’s not my favorite, but it marks an important mood change in the show. The end of “Hosanna” is probably Jesus at his happiest in the entire show, and then Simon comes in and sours the mood by trying to tip the triumphant moment into a violent one. Jesus is not truly happy again from this moment on.

9) Poor Jerusalem: Also not my fave. It kinda reads like Webber and Rice realized that Jesus didn’t have a solo aria in Act I, so they came up with this. But it has the distinction of containing the lyric, “To conquer death you only have to die,” which is the biggest overarching theme of the story.

10) Pilate’s Dream: Pontius Pilate might be the most underrated role in this entire show, and I love that this production has him singing this song while being dressed in judge’s robes.

11) The Temple: The first half of this is one of the campiest numbers in Act I, at least in this production, and it’s awesome. The second half is one of the saddest, as Jesus tries to heal the sick but finds there are too many of them. Also the whole scene is almost entirely in 7/8 time, which I think is just cool.

12) I Don’t Know How To Love Him: Mary Magdalene’s big aria, and one of the songs I knew prior to seeing the full-length show. This production has MM taking off her heavy lipstick and eye makeup onstage, mid-song, which is kind of cool. Melanie C says in a BTS interview that MM’s makeup is her armor, so this is a Big Symbolic Moment.

13) Damned For All Time: The scene transition into this song is played entirely in pantomime, and I love it. The solo guitarist gets to be onstage for a bit, A+ use of the video screen again to show Judas on CCTV, etc. Love it. And then this song is Judas frantically rationalizing what he’s doing, and what he’s about to do, with Caiphas and Annas just reacting with raised eyebrows and knowing looks.

14) Blood Money: This is where the tone of the show really takes a turn for the dark. I think this might be one of Tim Minchin’s finest moments as Judas, because his facial expressions and microexpressions throughout this scene speak absolute volumes. And the offstage chorus quietly singing “Well done Judas” as he picks up the money is a positively chilling way to end Act I.

15) The Last Supper: Act II begins with major “Drink With Me” vibes. (Except JCS came WAY before Les Miz, so it’s probably more accurate to say that “Drink With Me” has major “The Last Supper” vibes.) Jesus and Judas have their knock-down, drag-out fight, and it’s honestly heartbreaking, thanks again to Tim Minchin’s facial expressions. A well-done production of JCS will really convey that Jesus and Judas were once closer than brothers, even though their relationship is at breaking point when Act I begins.

16) Gethsemane: This is Jesus’s major showpiece and one of my faves. Jesus knows he has less than 24 hours to live, he knows he’s going to suffer, and worst of all, he doesn’t know whether it’s going to be worth it. It’s an emotional rollercoaster to watch and to perform, and it goes on for ages: something like 6 or 7 minutes. Fun fact: the famous G5 is not written in the score. Ian Gillan, who played Jesus on the original concept album, just sang it that way, so most subsequent Jesuses have also done it that way. Lindsay Ellis has a great supercut of this on YT. John Legend notably sang the line as written during the 2018 concert.

17) The Arrest: Judas’s Betrayer’s Kiss is played differently across different productions. The 2012 version is pretty tame - I’ve seen clips and gifs of other productions, including the 2000 direct-to-video version, where they kiss fully on the mouth and have to be dragged apart by the guards and it is THE MOST TENDER THING. Then the 7/8 riff from “The Temple” comes back and the 2012 version lets the video screen do its thing again as Jesus is swarmed by reporters.

18) Peter’s Denial: Not much to say about this one, as it’s basically a scene transition. But it’s a significant moment in the Passion story, so I’m glad they included it.

19) Pilate and Christ: The 2012 production continues with the theme of Caiaphas, Annas, and Pilate all being bougie af, since Pilate intentionally looks like he just came from tennis practice during this scene. Also he does pilates...hehehe.

20) King Herod’s Song: Tim Minchin says in a BTS interview that JCS works best when Jesus and Judas are played seriously and the rest of the production is allowed to be completely camp and wild and bizarre all around them, and he is bloody well CORRECT about that. Case in point: King Herod. There is not a single production of JCS that I know of where Herod is played “straight.” He’s been played by everyone from Alice Cooper to Jack Black, and everyone puts a different zany spin on him. In JCS 2012 he’s a chat show host in a red crushed velvet suit, who is clearly having the time of his LIFE.

21) Could We Start Again Please: This is another of my faves. Just a quiet moment where MM, Peter, and the disciples try to grapple with the fact that Jesus is arrested and things are going very, very badly. This is also my favorite Melanie C moment of the 2012 show. Her grief is very real, and the little moment she has with Peter at the end is very real.

22) Death of Judas: This is basically Tim Minchin screaming for about five minutes, and incredibly harrowing to watch on first viewing.

23) Trial Before Pilate: Possibly my single favorite scene in the entire 2012 production. This is another harrowing watch, but there’s so much to take in. The “set” that the entire show takes place on is essentially just a massive staircase, and the people with power are almost always positioned above the people without power. In this scene, the crowd shouting “Crucify Him!” is positioned above Pilate, which is a very telling clue to Pilate’s psychology during this scene. Jesus is at the very bottom of the stairs, of course. Excellent use of the video screen once again during the 39 Lashes, to show the lash marks building and building until the entire screen is a wash of red. Pilate’s counting also gets more and more frantic, especially starting around “20.” And all the while the guitar riff from “Heaven On Their Minds” is playing. Jesus’s line “Everything is fixed and you can’t change it” is played quite differently in different productions - here it’s defiant, but elsewhere (in JCS 2000 for example) it’s almost tender, like Jesus is absolving Pilate for his part in the trial. But it always ends the same - with Pilate almost screaming as he passes the sentence and “washes his hands” of the whole sorry business.

24) Superstar: The most over-the-top number in the show. Judas, who died two scenes ago, comes back to sing this. There are soul singers. There are girls in skimpy angel costumes. The parkour guys from the prologue are back. Judas pulls a tambourine out of hammerspace midway through the song. And Jesus is silently screaming and crying as he gets hoisted onto a lighting beam while all this is going on.

25) The Crucifixion: More of a spoken-word piece than a song, it’s Jesus’s final words on the cross over eerie piano music, and another harrowing watch.

26) John 19:41: An instrumental piece in which Jesus is taken from the cross and carried, at last, to the top of the stairs, before being lowered out of sight as the video screen turns into a memorial wall and everything fades to black.

So. I know I’m anywhere from three to fifty-one years late to this particular party, but I am on the JCS bandwagon now and I’m thoroughly enjoying myself. :)

#jesus christ superstar #jcs 2012 #jcs is all i have been thinking about all week sorry not sorry #ben forster #tim minchin #melanie c #andrew lloyd webber #tim rice

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thesecretvaultofwritertitan · 3 years

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Morning Dew

A necessity for going to the ‘Morning Dew’ was dressing warmly for the occasion. Even in the summertime, as it was so high up in the mountains, it required a little more layering. Especially in the evenings. You dawned a sweater and a wool coat with your favorite pair of bottoms that kept you warm, and headed out, heart already racing in anticipation for what he had planned.

The drive was scenic up the canyon. Nothing but pines, their needles dusted with snow, and views of snow-capped mountain tops. The winding road always kept you nervous, but it was a clear day, no traces of snow on the actual road. A perfect Valentine’s Day already.

Morning Dew’s cozy and cabin-like exterior peeked through the trees right on time, a rich mix of dark wood pillars and stone chimneys. You parked and braved the short distance from your car to the inside of the lodge, the bone-chilling cold seeping into your body nearly instantaneously.

Shivering, you walked past the reception desk and towards the cafe itself. The Morning Dew Cafe was nestled inside of the most prestigious ski lodge outside of town, smartly located in the part of the lodge with the most beautiful view of the slopes and the valley below.

The hostess caught your eye immediately and offered a knowing, beaming smile, beckoning you over to where she stood with a menu already tucked under her arm. To your surprise, she said your name, in the form of a question, likely to ensure she was right about who you were.

“That’s me…,” you confirmed slowly, pulling your coat tighter around you as you approached her. “I’m supposed to meet someone here.”

“Oh, don’t worry, he told me,” she assured you with a bright grin. “I was given a very specific set of instructions by your boyfriend. This is for you!”

She pulled out a small bouquet of your favorite flowers, making your cheeks grow hot as you took them from her and lifted them to your face to get a whiff. They were wrapped together tightly with red twine, a tiny sprig of rosemary tucked into the front of the bouquet.

The hostess led you to a more secluded area, one you had always jokingly referred to as the “bougie section” of the cafe, and your eyes found his form immediately.

“Here you are,” the hostess announced, the pink heart she’d drawn by her eye scrunching up slightly as she smiled at you again. “Your server will be with you shortly. Happy Valentine’s Day, you two!”

“How’d you manage to get a spot in the bougie section?” you teased, watching as Levi stood from his seat to greet you. He looked handsome as ever, in his favorite cashmere sweater (that was also your favorite) and black dress pants. At your greeting, his lips pulled up in a small smile. He helped you to your chair and you sat down after kissing his cheek, setting your flowers down on the table in front of you.

“It was a real bitch to book,” Levi answered you, settling back into his own seat.

Your hand reached to fiddle with your bouquet, a smile still present on your face. “I love my flowers, by the way. They’re so pretty. But why the rosemary?”

Levi looked a little embarrassed at the question, imperceptible to anyone else except you, but he cleared his throat and shrugged, not looking at you as he perused through the menu. “Lady at the flower shop said I should add it, so I did.”

You smirked but didn’t push it, vowing to Google it later. Levi was obviously avoiding the question, and doing it in the most ridiculous way by pretending to look through the menu. He didn’t need to look at it at all; the two of you had been here enough times for special occasions to know exactly what you were going to get. It was practically a ritual at this point. Morning Dew was the only place that served the peppermint and white chocolate tea that you and Levi liked. Neither of you ever searched for it elsewhere or tried to make it from scratch. It was something that stayed in this little bubble, in your favorite spot to come to for celebrations.

Levi had outdone himself by grabbing a spot in the bougie section, however. Though most of the cafe had floor to ceiling windows that looked out into the evergreen landscape, the usual seating section you had been in largely looked out to where the skiers were, and glimpsed some other areas of the lodge itself. A lovely scene to look at while sipping at your tea, yes, but the reserved seating, where you were now, was the only area that looked out to the valley below, no skiers or other pedestrians or other parts of the lodge in sight. It was almost unreal. Not to mention that the seating itself was better; more like a private lounge area than the typical table and stiff chairs. You and Levi were nestled next to each other in plush armchairs with a tall wooden coffee table in front of you, overlooking the valley landscape, instead of the usual wooden setup of a bistro table and intricate chairs with padding to make them more comfortable.

You were gazing out the window at the picturesque scenery, awestruck at the beauty of it with the sunset lighting it up in a lovely golden tint. When your server came you barely noticed, but turned quickly when you heard what Levi was saying.

“Two of the Peppermint White teas, and the Valentine course,” he said. The server nodded and jotted the order down in his notebook, while you stared at Levi with wide eyes and seriously considered calling the server back.

There was a reason that you only came for special occasions, and only ever had tea. The Morning Dew Cafe was expensive. The tea, combined with the reserved seating, and then a meal on top of that? Outrageous.

“Levi, the tea is enough-” you started, but Levi clicked his tongue in that familiar way and stared you down, the rest of your protest dying in your throat.

“Don’t worry about it,” he told you matter-of-factly, his foot sliding over to discreetly nudge yours in a small act of affection. You reached over to squeeze his forearm tenderly in response. Levi caught your hand before you could pull it away and intertwined your fingers, lifting them to his mouth to press a gentle kiss to your knuckles. Your hands stayed joined after, and rested on the arm of his chair.

An extra plus that you hadn’t even considered: such private seating arrangements allowed for Levi to feel more comfortable showing some affection, like he would when you were alone.

Once your tea came out, you curled up in your chair and held your ornate teacup close to you as you stared out with Levi at the mountain landscape as you held hands. Now that it was dark, the string lights outside had turned on to offer a much more romantic lighting and illuminated the forest just enough for it to look mysterious and alluring. The lights from the ski slopes also helped give some illumination too, and somehow, it all looked even more surreal than before.

Levi excused himself to the bathroom before your appetizers arrived and that was when you took the opportunity to look up what the sprig of rosemary could mean.

To add rosemary to a bouquet ensures an unforgettable love.

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#levi x reader #shingeki no kyoujin levi #levi #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman x you #levi ackerman fic #levi ackerman fanfiction #levi ackerman fluff #levi fluff #levi fanfiction #levi ackerman

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belovedbangtan · 4 years

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Cartier | kth

>Based on the song Cartier by Bazzi!<

Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Reader

Word Count: 3.6k

Description: (lyrics for Cartier)

That's my girl, I can't share

Maybe I'm selfish, I get a little jealous

I lose my mind when you say that

Balmain silk slip off your back

You get so impatient

I know you got your cravings

Nothing on you when you naked, except a Cartier bracelet.

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Warnings: SMUT, Dom!Tae, Sub!Reader, Daddy!Tae, Oral (f receiving), Unprotected sex (please be responsible!), Handcuff usage, dirty talk, phone sex??

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The man’s hand in the small of your back was uninvited to say the least. His perverted smile making you cringe while he took in the view of your cleavage. Asking to buy you a drink, you quietly agree. Waiting patiently for the one you actually want to touch you. Being in a secret relationship was complex, to say the least. Today it left you waiting in the hotel bar for him to return from an award show. The grey haired perv, asking questions and receiving a vague answer and a submissive smile. He excuses himself to the restroom, allowing you to finally breathe while he disappears. You down the drink, as your vision is pulled like a magnet to the far end of the bar. Your breathe catches in your throat when his gaze meet yours.

He’s leaning into the bar with his body facing you. His talented tongue jets out to wet his lower lip, slow and tantalizing. His brows are raised, as a playful smirk tells you that you’ve been caught. He tinkers with the drink in his hand before taking it to his lips. You try to suppress the smile because you know he’s not a fan of Whiskey, but it happens to make him extremely lustful. He sends you a wink before leaning into the bar to talk to the attractive bartender. You bite your lip knowing this was his revenge. That boxy smile was yours, the way it makes her light up causes you to roll your eyes instantly. As you turn away from him instantly receiving a text.

My Love: Upstairs. Now.

You don’t look at him, you swivel in your chair and get up to head to the hotel room. Hotel bars were always full of pervs needing company for the night. You hated that the bartender actually thought that was an option. He was yours, and you hated that you couldn’t show him that, show everyone that.

My Love: There’s a gift waiting for you. You look gorgeous tonight baby doll.

Y/n: But the bartender looks prettier though, right?

You know he wont like that, but he knows what he’s doing.

My Love: hmm, You tell me, was your conversation with the old fuck next to you pleasant? Or the drink he bought you? How did his hand feel on your back?

Your breathing quickens. He’s drinking whiskey and he’s not in his usual state of mind, you know he shouldn’t be agitated.

y/n: I wished it was you.

It’s all you say. The bottom line was that you missed him and you needed him.

My Love: Oh baby, it will be.

You lean back in the elevator as it takes you to the penthouse suite at the top of the hotel. He looked like a damn God tonight. His hair had gotten longer since the last time you got to spend time with him. Every time you’d face time, you tease him; letting him know that its more for you to pull on. Its actual torture every time you first see him in public. You’re not allowed to hug him or kiss him. You have to pretend like he’s not the love of your life. Pretend that he doesn’t exist.

You get to the room walking to the bed where there’s a box and a note. The box is tiny and says ‘Cartier’ in fine lettering. The note is short and sweet, his artistic hand writing says :

‘put this on, and only this. I’ve missed you more than you know.’

You fold it nicely and put it in your wallet. You keep every cute thing he makes you. Opening the sleek packaging you pull the rose gold bracelet from the tiny drawstring bag. You shake your head in disbelief as you slide it onto your wrist. Your boyfriend was a brand whore and was constantly buying you your own bougie merchandise even though brands didn’t mean much to you.

You slide your dress from your body, hanging it back up so it doesn’t get ruined. You go to the mirror in the bathroom to freshen up. Teasing your hair before putting some lip balm on your lips. You collapse onto the lush bed, propping yourself up as you wait patiently for him to make his way to you.

My Love: How do you like your gift baby?

Y/n: It’s so beautiful. You really didn’t have to.

My Love: Mm but I love spoiling you. Now tell me, are you doing what I asked?

Y/N: I am. Nothing but the bracelet, waiting very impatiently.

My Love: go to the edge of the bed so you can see yourself in the mirror.

You sigh moving your naked body across the silk bedding to the edge of the bed. The tall gold rimmed mirror sat exactly across from you.

My Love: now, lean back and spread your legs.

Y/N: okay…

My phone starts to ring, his signature ringtone always makes your body react the same way.

‘Hi Baby’, you purr, hoping that the needier you sound the quicker he’ll make his way to you.

“Hi princess, are you being a good girl?” He asks his voice laced in whiskey and lust. You hum, not sure if speaking would work in your favor. “Good. I want you to look at yourself in the mirror.” His voice is lower and it sounds like he’s on the move. “Do you see how fucking gorgeous you are? Hmm baby?”

You giggle feeling your cheeks turn a new shade of red. “Are you almost here Taehyung? I need you so badly.” You whine, everything about you from your body to your voice is weak and only his touch with make you feel some type of strength. His breath filled laugh fills up the other end of the phone.

“You have to be patient baby doll, remember?” He loves teasing you, and you love it more than you show, “Now, reach down to your pretty little pussy and tell me how wet she is for me.”

You whine into the speaker as your hand snakes down your curves. You’re dripping wet, you have been ever since you saw him at the bar, “I’m so wet, Tae. I need you.”

“Now look at how wet you are just for me in the mirror,” He pauses while your eyes meet your glistening pussy in the mirror, “Remember,” His tone changed into a more dominant one, “that pussy is mine, and no one else can make you feel the way I can. Isn’t that right baby?”

“Yes Daddy, you’re the only one that can make me feel this good.” Your voice is low as you somehow become wetter than before. All you can hear is his breath through the phone.

“Good girl.” *Click* he hangs up leaving you to watch your reflection grow needier by the second.

When you hear the door open, you crawl to the edge of the bed. When your eye meet his you can’t wait anymore. You’re running into his arms, latching to him like he was your life support. He lift you into his arms, wrapping them under your butt while your legs grip is hips. Yourr fingers ghost through his hair and both of your faces are stained with unexpected tears. You craved his touch, his smell, everything about him. Of course you were able to face time and text but it would never compare to being in his arms.

“God baby, you get more beautiful each time I see you.” He scans your face and you do the same. You take his face into your hands, running your thumb over his plump lips before leaning in and placing yours onto his. He walks you over to the bed while your kiss intensifies, his tongue begging for entrance. He gently sets you onto the end of the bed leaning forward until he’s hovering over you. He kisses you for a few more seconds before standing tall in between your knees. He lets out a deep sigh, while his tongue prods against the side of his cheek. His lust filled orbs drinking your body in like glass of water late in the night. You lean up on your elbows, grinning at the man above you.

“Don’t tell me we’ve waited two months to see each other and you’ve forgot how to touch me,“ you giggle knowing he was too overwhelmed by the moment, just as you were.

He raises his brows meeting your eyes, “Hmm, let’s see,” His long fingers find your hardened nipples twirling around them before pinching them, “ I seem to recall you enjoying that.”

You bite your lip trying to suppress the moan, letting your eyes roll back into your head. He leans forward attaching his lips to your collar bone kissing his way up to the spot just below your ear. He places an open mouth kiss there as he tugs at your nipple again, “And you really like when I kiss you here.”

You shutter as he grins against your skin, kissing your lips and your nose before working his way down your body. His fingers never leaving your sensitive buds. His lips press into your pelvic bones, as he kneels between your legs. He wraps his arms under your legs pulling you closer to him. Then as if you aren’t wet enough, he begins teasing you mercilessly. Kissing your thighs before letting his teeth mark you up.

“You’re so fucking wet Princess,” His middle finger slides through your soaking folds, making you writhe underneath him. “You’ve been thinking about Daddy’s cock, yeah?” He asks while he spreads your lips wide blowing cold area on your sensitive clit. You force yourself to lean up onto your forearms, you need to see him.

“Mhm, been thinking about it for months.”

He looks up at you through his lashes, and you wonder how a man could look so angelic and evil at the same time.

“Well I think you deserve to cum then, don’t you pretty girl?” He asks before sucking your clit into his mouth. You throw yourself to the mattress trying to last longer than a few seconds, but his mouth felt like heaven on earth.

He readjusts himself pulling you impossibly closer to his face, if he lets go, you’re falling off of the bed. You reach down to push your fingers through his long wavy hair, melting when you watch the way his tongue dances across your clit. He swirls it around before pressing his tongue flat, dragging it through your slit. His moan matches mine at the same time, you feel yourself tightening around nothing, around the thought alone of his perfect cock finally getting to fill you up.

“You look so pretty when you’re close.” He sang, as his tongue and mouth latched back on, a loud moan finding its way out of your mouth. He pulls back to leave another hickey on your thigh, while his middle finger teases where you want him the most. Bucking your hips, he smirks into your skin while he pushes you onto the bed. He finally slides his long middle and ring finger into your needy pussy. He watches you lose yourself underneath him. His lopsided smile and his tongue in his cheek tell you that this is torturing him just as much as it is you. He leans forward again sucking your sensitive bundle of nerves into his mouth. His long fingers and mouth began skillfully working together in the perfect duet, bringing me to the edge. I tighten around his fingers as he curls them up to torture my g-spot. The pressure builds in my abdomen and my fingers tighten around his locks.

“Im g-gonna cum, please Tae.” you beg as his tongue continue its assault on your already overstimulated clit. A mischievous laugh falls from his glistening mouth, “Give it to me then, baby.”

As soon as you gain permission, you tighten yourself around his fingers before letting go. Your body convulsing as he uses your sensitivity to his advantage. Letting out a long overdue exhale you finally start to see clearly. He stands in front of you, his arousal evident through his expensive dress pants. He leans forward to cage you in underneath him. Gently tucking his arm under your waist to move you both up towards the top of the bed. You lay beneath him as one hand comes up to push your sweaty hair from your face. His lips lightly pressing against yours, praising your in between each one. The both of you captivated by the others raw beauty. It isn’t until this moment that you realize he’s still completely dressed. Taking it upon yourself to unbutton his dress shirt and push it from his body, then to his pants. Pushing them down his legs, instantly reaching out for his hard cock that stands between you. He moves backwards making you while vocally.

“Awe princess,” He coo’s taking a seat in the lush red chair in the corner of the room, “Come over here.” He purrs tapping his thigh.

You walk to him slotting yourself between his legs. He leans forward, letting his hands roam your body. Kissing you in places that are unknown, fingers kneading into your ass and thighs. You let your head fall back, never getting tired of the way this man worships your body. He grips your thighs and turns your body around, so that you’re not facing him anymore. He speads yours legs out a bit before sliding his body forward on the chair and slotting his legs between yours. Reaching up, he runs his fingers through your fold, groaning when he finds you wetter than before.

“Can you ride Daddy, baby doll?”

You straddle his lap, letting your legs fall beside his on the chair. Reaching down you wrap your hand around his cock. Both of you letting out a surprising moan. Pressing his tip against your hole, you gather the sticky juices before gliding him through your slit. You smile as you see his fingers tighten on the arm of the chair. If you weren’t so needy for him, you might tease him a little longer. Finally, you line him up with your entrance, sliding down his length at an agonizingly slow speed.

“Fuckkkk baby,” He moans throwing his head back while his hands spread your ass wide, “just like that, I want to watch your tight little pussy swallow me whole.”

He was so fucking big, every time it seemed to shock you. The familiar burn as he makes you the perfect fit for him alone was enough to send you over the edge. His grip tightens as he starts to control your movements. You get the hint and you start to rock your hips harder. Grinding so that he’s buried inside of you. You lean forward, supporting yourself on his thighs to give him the perfect view of your ass. He shows his appreciation by letting his hand come down on your plump ass cheeks… once, twice, three, four times.

His fingers smooth along the reddening skin before they skate up to your neck, lighting wrapping around and pulling you back on to him. His cock still staying buried deep inside you, he then nuzzles his face in your neck. The smell of sex and arousal making him a mad man. You were like his own personal drug, he couldn’t get enough of you. His hands come around to your front to give attention to your hardened nipples, pinching and pulling in the most delicious way.

“You know how much I love you right?” His voice is soft as his hands cascade down to your hip bones.

“I do.” You whimper, “As much as I love you.”

He giggles, shaking his head into your neck, “No baby, I love you more than that, I’m sure of it.”

You turn your head, letting your lips meet his, “As a matter of face, I got you another gift.” Your eyes widen, “Its in a box in my bag. Go open it.”

You grin and walk over to his bag. Reaching inside and pulling out another expensive looking box. His eyes are mischievous as you pull the gift out, a pair of handcuffs. A pair of designer handcuffs.

He gets up from the chair to walk over to you, your eyes still wide with disbelief.

“I figured I would get you a bracelet, and I would get,” His voice laced in sin, he takes the cuffs from you to undo them and slide them over your wrist, “ us… a bracelet.

He pulls you to the bed using the length between the two cuffs. Before he pushes you to the mattress he pulls you close, grabbing your jaw before kissing you passionately. Letting his teeth tug onto your lower lip. You adjust yourself on the mattress with your face down and your ass up. Your handcuffed arms flat out in front of you. You feel him pause behind you, you look back to watch him come to your hands again. He undoes one cuff, and wraps it around a pole on the headboard.

Your mouth drops, you’re full immobile from the waste up. Leaning onto your elbows, he takes your face in his hand again, “Is it okay, love?”

As uncomfortable as it was, you were still becoming extremely turned on by the situation, so you nod in his hand. He finds himself in his favorite spot, pausing again to take a picture to remember this moment. You bought him a burner phone just for all of your naughty rendezvous. What can you say, the man likes to take pictures. He glides his hands down your spine then over your hips, while he thrust back and forth letting his cock tease your folds. He wraps your hair around his hand before slamming himself into you. You scream out as he pulls back to repeat his actions. Your hands yank at the cuffs instinctively, but that’s not the pain your focused on. He speeds up, hammering into you. Your screams and moans get louder with each thrust.

He yanks your hair back, and you contort to look at him. You need to see him like this no matter how uncomfortable it is for you, “Feels so fucking good Daddy!” You scream out with tears pooling at the corner of your eyes.

“Fuck Princess, that’s right,” He grips your sides allowing him to bury himself deeper, “Tell everyone in this hotel who’s pussy this is!”

You’re wrist are raw at this point your so close and he knows it. He leans forwards to wrap his arm around your body, his long fingers find your swollen clit and he starts to rub soft circles while his cock still slams inside of you.

“Im so fucking close, please, Daddy, PLEASE!” you’re begging him for your release.

“Go ahead baby girl, cum all over daddy’s cock.” He gives you permission and your orgasm hits you like a Semi truck. As soon as you start tightening around him, he finds his release too. His warm seed coats your walls as your body still reels from your high. You lean forward and rest your head on the mattress. Tears still falling from your eyes, from how overwhelmed you were. He moves quick to undo the cuffs, taking your wrist in his hands when he is done. Rubbing them gently.

“Come on baby,” He coos pulling you into his arms. He starts the shower and sets you down on the seat inside of it. While its warming he pulls you onto his lap.

“Im sorry if that hurt you, I didn’t think it would hurt.” He says softly as he pecks every inch of your tear stained face. You could tell that he genuinely felt horrible for hurting you, little did he know you just had the best orgasm of your life.

“Baby, I liked it…” You bring your hand up to his face to make him look at you, “I loved it, actually. It hurt a little but that’s what I liked about it.” You giggle pressing your lips to the little mole on his nose.

“You sure?”

“Positive.”

“Good, because that was so fucking hot.”

After another round in the shower, you finally find your way to bed. You’re laying on his chest as he twirls your new Cartier bracelet around your wrist.

“You know, next, I’m going to get you a ring.” He says softly, pulling your hand to his. He holds your ring finger, “this is a good place for it, I think.”

The corners of his mouth start to raise, and suddenly it feels like a million butterflies are dancing in your stomach. The familiar burn in your throat leaving you completely speechless.

“That’s a very specific finger Tae.” You giggle, lacing your fingers with his.

His lips press into your forehead, “Im serious, baby.” His voice is fragile, as he lifts his head to yours, “I know things are hard right now, but there’s no one I love and appreciate more than you. You’re my everything.”

You’re crying again, his thumb comes up to brush them away this time. Pulling you in close for a slow and intimate kiss.

“I love you more than life itself, Kim Taehyung. You’re my everything.”

He pulls you close to him letting his fingers fist through your hair, you only have one day to be with him. You can sleep later. He pulls you on top of him, smirking as your hips instinctively start to grind into him.

“So,” you lean down to kiss him, “Will my ring be designer?” you tease.

He pauses to look at you completely seriously, “Is that even a question?”

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Please let me know what you think!!! Also, feel free to send in request!!! Thank you for reading!

- Allie 💗

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turniptrekking · 3 years

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the zodiac signs except its my dumbass friends

ARIES: they come in two flavors: anime geek who loves to scream and literally every teacher hates them, or super pure and probably an angel in disguise. if they’re the first variety then watch out. they have constant detentions although they’re super smart, and fails every class because they just don’t care. if they’re the second flavor, then they’re the pure one or the baby of the friend group. the whole group would protect them with their life. holds grudges for years though

TAURUS: another two flavors: either very arrogant and thinks they’re better than everyone else or a huge crowd pleaser and the most popular person at school. if it’s the first one, then they’re literally math geniuses. they pretend to hate you but secretly would do anything for you. such a sweetheart honestly, although they won’t give you answers on tests. if it’s the second one, they’re the popular kid who’s actually really nice to everyone. is sooooooooooooo kind to every person they mees, and overuses the word broski like crazy. an athlete, and eats all the snacks.

GEMINI: one main flavor: LOUD. they are soooooooooooooooooooooooooo loud and chatty, especially around the people they want to impress. always screaming and ships everyone in harry potter (which is why they’re best friends with cancer) they’re so loud omg my ears. really likes pockets and loves to dress up. bougie af and enjoys the finer things in life, although they have ZERO. MONEY. always steals money. you do NOT want to be their enemy, they know everything about everyone. BLACKMAIL!!!!!

CANCER: two flavors: one is very emotional and easily upset, and the other is super whiny. the first one needs everyone to be happy or else they can’t be happy. thinks electronics suck and that books are the way to go. sports geek. the other flavor however is glued to their phone 24/7 and reads wattpad during class. hates school and always whining about how their life is so hard when they can’t afford mcdonalds. also, rich but shares all the money with their friends. they’re best friends with gemini because they both like expensive things, and they both obsess over fanfiction.

LEO: one major flavor: has a different personality for every person they meet. is the type to give candy to everyone in class for valentines day, even people they don’t like. very popular, and says “broooooooooooo” all the time. really smart but hates school like aries. very sexual, always talking about their ass. will literally slam their head into a pole for 20 dollars because they spent all their money on shoes. hates people who spend too much, but that’s exactly what they are.

VIRGO: one main flavor: sweetheart. kids a lot, always making jokes about his friends, but they have the best intention. if you need something from them, they’ll always listen to what you have to say and do their best. popular, cool, calm, and a major athlete. HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOTTTTTTTT. there, i said it. so attractive and everyone knows it, but they all tease them about it. the type to remember your birthday and go out of their way to bake a cupcake just for you to make you feel special.

LIBRA: one major flavor: scary as hell. will “curb stomp a hoe” in their own words. will literally blow you for money and attracts everyone. heartbreaker, they’ll play with your heart and stomp it on the floor. slacker, but one with style. passionate about the things they love. great actor, because they dramatic af. the type to watch crime shows for HOURS. date night = sky diving. super daring and a matchmaker, ships all their friends

SCORPIO: so many flavors, four at the top of my head. one of them is a total dumbass, but such a sweet person. failing every class but everyone loves them because they’re so kind. “it’s not a phase it’s a lifestyle” they say after eating the 90th chicken nugget. another is SUPER smart, child einstein. nice, but you can’t really have a convo with them because they’re too busy planning how to end global warming by themselves. probably speaks at least 5 languages. another is a total psycho, watches porn constantly and a horny little bitch. anime hoe and is super scary to people who don’t know them. tough love, always yelling at people but secretly loves them. the last one is quiet and soft spoken. sweet, kind and loves their friends

SAGITTARIUS: three flavors: super smart and will literally correct you if f you make the smallest mistake, throws their degrees in your face. “its OFFEN, not OFF-TEN” same energy as “its leviOsa, not LEviosAaAaaa” another is a major athlete and class clown. all the teachers hate them but all the students love them, they make the class that much more fun. the third one is so much fun to be around but so chaotic. will send memes at two am usually followed by “UBOUBEUVOBEOVB” super sarcastic which makes them great friends with pisces, who is also extra af

ill finish this up soon, probably next monday :)

#zodiac signs #zodiac memes #zodiac #zodiac stuff #zodiac shit #imbored

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justasparkwritings · 3 years

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Merry & Bright {21}: Santa Baby

Previous: I Could Care Less

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Pairing: OT7

Genre: Fluff

Rating: PG13

Warnings: Swearing!

Summary: Bangtan plays Secret Santa.

“Alright, we have to draw names,” Namjoon says, glancing from member to member.

“Aye, why are we doing this?” Yoongi asks, sipping on his iced coffee.

“It’s fun!” Jimin replies.

“It’s annoying,” Yoongi mutters.

“Well you don’t have to participate, you can get nothing for Christmas,” Seokjin says.

“Everyone write your name on your piece of paper and fold it in half,” Namjoon sits down next to Ho-Seok, who nods, eager to play.

“Are we doing three small gifts or one big gift?” Jimin asks.

“One gift,” Taehyung picks.

“Any words for three gifts?” Namjoon asks.

“Are we doing a price limit?” Jungkook asks.

“No?” Taehyung questions.

“We’re only getting one member a gift, I don’t think we need a limit,” Ho-Seok responds, folding his paper.

“I agree,” Seokjin says.

“Nothing too extravagant,” Yoongi says.

“Whoever Yoongi gets should prepare to be disappointed,” Seokjin says laughing.

“Can we draw?” Namjoon says, gathering all the papers. He takes the hat of Jungkook’s head and drops the little secrets in, scrambling. “Youngest to oldest.”

Jungkook claps his hands together, laughing at the annoyed look on Jin’s face, and Yoongi’s eye roll.

“If you get yourself, put it back,” Yoongi says, “That’s cheating.”

“How?” Taehyung asks as he picks his piece.

“You can buy yourself something any day,” He explains.

“It’s no fun if you pick yourself,” Jimin adds. He quickly picks his paper and opens his paper, smiling instantly.

“Jiminie’s giving it away!” Seokjin yells.

“No I’m not!” Jimin yells.

“You are! That smile!” Jin points his finger at him.

“I’m just happy,” He shrugs.

“Oo!” Ho-Seok says as he reads his name.

“Alright, everyone got a name?” Namjoon asks, sitting down to look at his.

“When are we exchanging?” Yoongi asks.

“After the MAMAs and MMAs, and our performance on KBS world,” Taehyung says.

“When’s the last day we’re together?” Jungkook asks.

“The 23rd?” Yoongi asks.

“I think so,” Jin agrees.

“Okay, the 23rd at the dorms,”

“Dinner?” Seokjin suggests.

“Yes,” They all nod, agreeing.

Without further delay, they moved on to other matters of business and eventually rehearsal for their numerous stages.

Yoongi was the first to find his secret Santa gift, a watch that instantly reminded him of the Namjoon. It was something Namjoon would stare at, making calculated decisions whether to buy it or not. It was a bit extravagant in its platinum face and leather band, the moon phase a touch he knew Namjoon would appreciate. Yoongi had noticed the leader’s affinity for time pieces and was sure this was going to hold a special place in his collection.

Yoongi smugly carried the package to his apartment, hiding it away in a drawer he knew no one, meaning Jimin or any of the Maknae line, would look in. He’d opted for gift wrap, making it nearly impenetrable to their sly fingers.

Namjoon was beyond thrilled when he pulled Ho-Seok’s name from the hat. Shopping for him would be easy, Ho-Seok was excited about all presents, and any amount of thought would go a long way with him. Taking the easy way out with gifts was never Namjoon’s style, and as he sat in his room, writing an email to Bang about what he wanted to do for Ho-Seok, he was happy to know that this thoughtfulness was being put to use. Joon wanted to get Ho-Seok a set of classes with a few different choreographers that were big in Korea and the States. He was constantly pushing himself but finding time to actually meet with a choreographer outside of their usual set was rare. Namjoon knew it would push him out of his comfort zone, and that is exactly what he wanted. That, and a new pair of sneakers for Ho-Seok to dance it, maybe with his nickname on it, in neon…

Ho-Seok knew exactly what to get Taehyung. He’d been planning it for months, hoping that when they pulled Secret Santa names, he could enact his two-part Birthday plan. The first was a stunning Gucci coat that Taehyung had looked at, but never purchased. Its ostentatious green velvet mixed with delicate pink and brow flowers would look striking against his features, and Ho-Seok had diligently watched for his size to come in. Not only had he purchased the coat, but he’d found a seamstress who could make a matching jacket for Yeontan. Not of the same Gucci fabric, but a green velvet that coordinates. Taehyung was going to lose his mind when Ho-Seok gave him the companion on his birthday, as well as a special Vinyl of his first mixtape that he had asked Bang to make.

Taehyung had struck gold. Who was easier to buy for than Jungkook? No one, except maybe Namjoon. The problem with Namjoon was that he had an idea for what he wanted, a level of thoughtfulness that he hoped someone would match. No matter how thoughtful, it wasn’t enough. Jungkook, though, was happy to be included, happy to feel seen, grateful that any of his hyung’s would take the time to spend money on him and take the time to find something thoughtful. Taehyung kept a list of ideas in his phone for each member’s birthdays. September-December were always rough, an ungodly number of performances and stages, and 5 birthdays, his included. It became easier to just keep a list, organized by member, which he could return to for any gift giving holiday. When he had an idea, he jotted it down, as to not forget it. This year, having drawn Jungkook, he was happy that his list of ideas for his only maknae was too long. New work out gear, his favorite Korean books in English to practice his reading skills, beginners guide to cooking, a pair of silk pajamas, a commissioned piece of art that Taehyung knew wasn’t going to be ready in time, and numerous other items. Thinking about Jungkook’s growth in the last few months, Taehyung optioned for the books and a few new pieces of work out clothing. Practical and thoughtful to match Jungkook’s sensibilities.

Jungkook was beyond thrilled to pull Seokjin’s name, simply because he had one too many gifts from Jin’s recent birthday, and he was blessed that he hadn’t had to go out and hunt something down in the midst of their rigid performance and rehearsal schedule. Instead, he re-wrapped the gift, a new set of cooking knives and a fancy cutting board with his initials engraved, in Christmas wrapping and set it under the tree in the dorms. Namjoon had placed labels with their names on them, which said:

To: Jin

From: Secret Santa

He had had them printed at the office, a foolproof way of ensuring no one knew who picked who and left them precut and ready to be placed on the present.

Jungkook’s was the first gift to be placed, making the already pathetically dressed tree look a little less pathetic.

Seokjin spent the next ten days trying to find something perfect for Jimin. What could he possibly purchase for the man who gave some of the most thoughtful gifts? He’d racked his brain for something new, exciting, that Jimin would like. A coat? A bougie sweatshirt? Tickets to an event? What possibly could he find that would appeal to Jimin’s sensibilities? Why hadn’t Namjoon requested everyone make a list? That would’ve been more helpful. A list would give him an idea, a direction to go in… Instead, Seokjin wandered the mall after hours, his team having rented space for him. It was by chance that he stumbled into the bookstore, and pure serendipity that he found a display of coffee table books. Looking through the stack, two books stood out: Revelations about the Alvin Ailey famed piece, and The Art of Movement by Deborah Ory. Jimin was a dancer first and foremost, and Jin was excited by the prospect of his reaction to these presents.

Jimin had paid a little too much attention to Yoongi in the last nine months, not enough that Yoongi had noticed, but enough that Jimin knew the minutes he pulled his name what to get him. A new electric guitar, top of the line. Yoongi had been spending the last year or so learning acoustic, on a fairly new all black, simple, to the point, guitar. No frills, no flares, nothing. While Jimin knew Yoongi loves the guitar, he wondered if a little nudge would help him get into electric guitar. Jimin used his resources to scour the world for a perfect electric, before settling on a small batch, vintage piece from the 1950s. In good condition, strings new, the guitar was breathtaking. Jimin bought a new case for it, lined in crushed black velvet, with Yoongi’s name embossed on the side.

As the 23rd approached and more gifts filtered under the tree, the seven men looked grateful. Grateful that they’d each taken the time to purchase something for one another, grateful that they believed in one another to find something special for them, grateful they believed in themselves and the love they shared.

Next: Golden Days

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script-a-world · 4 years

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I really want to create new foods and recipes for one of my worlds, but I have no idea how I would go about doing research for something like that. Do you guys have any resources or advice that might help? To be more specific for this world, most ingredients are incredibly low quality (but they are in abundance) and any imported ingredients are only used for the rich. I was thinking their food would use a lot of seasoning to mask the quality, but I'm not too sure. Thank you!

Feral: We could actually do with a few more specifics to answer this question as fully as you would probably like, but I’ll do the best I can.

First, I’m not sure whether you want to create recipes using real world ingredients that would in fact be cookable to release on your blog as some kind of companion for your audience or you want to conceptualize some recipes to be able to describe taste, texture, etc. If it’s the first option, creating recipes from scratch is pretty difficult. You might want to consider taking some cooking classes to learn techniques, reading cook books for a lesson in combining ingredients, and doing a lot test cooking to nail down the flavor profiles. If you don’t want to go completely chef-y, you could also take recipes and then tweak them by substituting an ingredient or using a slightly different technique (baking instead of broiling, etc). This would also be helpful in the second case. If by "low quality" you mean "low cost," try looking at food preparation that developed in poorer, underprivileged, or minority communities, like American immigrant cuisine and soul food (the original styles, not the bougie, hipster, “elevated” styles).

For example, understanding how immigrant cuisine differs from motherland cuisine can be particularly helpful in determining how your world’s “rich” food can be adapted into “poor” food. In America we often think of corned beef and cabbage as being a traditional Irish food, but in reality, no one in Ireland really eats corned beef and cabbage - it’s a traditional Irish-American food because poor Irish immigrants could not afford the lamb they would have eaten at home (which was more readily available in say rural Ireland than in New York City and therefore at an affordable cost), and they often could not source any bacon or cured pork products because the butchers who would sell to them were often the Jewish immigrant butchers. So, the cheapest cut of cured meat they could get was corned beef and replaced the traditional proteins they would have used at home.

Second, I’m working off the assumption that your world has the same ingredients as we do, but it’s unclear. When you mention creating new foods, that could mean food preparation or it could mean edible plants and animals. If it’s the latter, then the easiest way to do it would be crossing real world things.

So, for example, everyone’s favorite vegetable on your world may be a cross between a cucumber and a lemon (the flesh is cucumber like but grows in segments in a thick skin that wouldn’t be eaten straight but could be zested, and the flavor is like a very watered down citrus). This also gives you the ability to create recipes by using the two ingredients you crossed.

Also, I’m assuming that you’re using actual food rather than powders and extracts (very common in scifi settings where "real" food is incredibly scarce), which I don’t have too many ideas on how to create recipes that way. Firefly has a pretty good method of just obliquely referring to “protein powders in every color” and showing cans of things but only really showing food prepared and being consumed when it is in fact real food provided to the crew as payment.

Finally, seasoning is a good way to hide low quality ingredients, whether it’s a cheap cut of meat or slightly wilted vegetables. Especially sauces. Especially, especially cream sauces (providing that milk of some kind is one of the ingredients generally available). Sauces make spices go further. Also, keep in mind preservation techniques (salting, smoking, drying, pickling); in the real world what has often made something the “cheap” version is that it is preserved and not fresh (with the common exception of salted foods when salt is an expensive import). But those preservation techniques also infuse additional flavors into the food.

And speaking of the real world - have you ever heard that England conquered most of it in search of spices and then decided it wasn’t going to use any of them? Spices were the purview of the very very wealthy for a very long time. The common folk did not have much access to anything they couldn’t grow in their own backyard. So, the working class dishes we commonly associate with England are not particularly spicy. As you’re deciding how the poor disguise the low quality of their food, whether it's less costly trying to appear more costly or slightly less fresh than one would prefer to eat or whatever, keep in mind what they are able to grow in the soil and climate they have (spices are typically tropical while herbs are more often temperate).

A helpful guide in food experimenting:

Cook Smart: How to Maximize Flavor Series

Part 6: Guide to Adding Flavor with Aromatics

Brainstormed: Low quality how? Like, the bakers put sawdust put in bread to save flour low quality? Our teeth are worn down by forty years old because we live in a desert and the sand gets into our food no matter what we do and grinds our molars to nubs? We only get the worst cuts of meat because it’s all we can afford or the best stuff has to be sacrificed or tithed? Salt is expensive because we don’t live near the sea or any salt deposits so trading for it is pricey? There’s been plenty of cheats, circumstances, and shortcuts throughout history that may decrease what we would call the quality of food, and all of those examples really did happen.

Your idea of quality may be a hoity-toity five star restaurant, or an enormous home-cooked fresh meal, or the tastiest dish with all the seasonings on it. Instead of describing the food as low quality, think about what your people would consider high quality. What do they love? What flavors are common, and what’s rarer and therefore richer? How available is plant-based food, meaning are there herbs and fruit trees in everyone’s garden or is agriculture and import the only way of obtaining them? How available is animal-based food, meaning do these people live as herdsfolk and eat a whole sheep every week including the organs or do fishing boats bring in dozens of kinds of seafood or is the entire population practically vegetarian until traders arrive with preserved meats?

Think about where your people are situated geographically to figure out the resources available to them, and their neighboring countries for trade. Also think about how developed your people are. This website is a timeline of food throughout history, and may help you pin down some barebones basics.

Tex: Both Feral and Brainstormed offer excellent advice, and I’ll be reiterating most of that in my own opinion.

Cooking techniques are cumulative skills that reflect a culture’s technological progression. We started with a plain old fire, so cooking food with that meant techniques like spitroasting - with the invention of pottery, we could put things in containers over, on, and even under said fire, which would bring us “new” techniques like broiling, boiling (comestibles in a liquid), roasting, sautéing, searing, and blanching (comestibles scalded in boiling water and then removed into an ice/cold water bath).

These cumulative skills are also exponential, in that most of these adapted techniques can be combined with other skills. Take, for example, a stew. The base ingredients - meats, vegetables, grains - can be cooked with direct heat (e.g. grilling over a fire), then added to a cooking container (e.g. pots of different compositions) with a fat (e.g. oil, butter) to further cook the ingredients until it’s a desired texture (e.g. “spoon tender”).

This would be a “complete” meal by itself, of course - but it’s a cook’s decision to continue on to a stew because… well, because they think it tastes good, and there could be social/cultural reasons to continue expending effort into their food. Adding a liquid - it could be water/milk, but also a composite liquid (more cooking!) such as a broth - and simmering (low indirect heat over an extended period of time) would turn this dish into a stew.

Stews (and soups, the less dense predecessor) are popular in a great deal of cultures for a variety of reasons. For one, it’s relatively easy to make - Medieval European pottage could be tended over a fire throughout the day, portions taken and the dish stretched with minimal fuss. For two, such dishes are filling, with minimal concentration on the type or number of ingredients - the basic recipe is usually water + grain(s) + vegetable(s), and can be dressed up with whatever extra ingredients are on hand. Vegetables are resource-cheap foods, as they can be grown in family/shared gardens, and grains provide the lion’s share of carbohydrates (glucose, necessary for cell function; see: cellular respiration) as well as other things like protein and fats that vegetables are usually unable to provide in significant quantities.

Soup is, in itself, preceded by gruel. Originally, soup was nothing more than something to dip your bread (or other grain-based, dry food) into, and expanded into more than just a glorified sauce. Gruels are liquid + grain, and even simpler than soups or stews. They’re very easy to make, and often invented when a culture experiences their transition to a sedentary society (marked by the shift from hunting/gathering to agriculture). Breads of some sort usually accompany this because someone will figure out indirect heating (our first baking!).

Bread-beers (Ancient History), as a side note, frequently accompany breads and gruels in terms of cooking technique epochs. The Ancient Egyptians had one, Eastern Europe another (Kvass). This is a cousin, sort of, to gruels and breads in terms of technique, and utilizes the introduction of fermentation (another skill! Possibly discovered by accident via “oh this spoiled food didn’t kill me, neat”) from ingredients such as yeast. Alcohol that doesn’t start from a solid base such as bread is the refined version of this technique.

So far, everything I’ve mentioned is made from staple foods. It is the application of technique that creates such a wide variety. There is some degree of social hierarchy when it comes to what techniques are picked by a cook, if only because some of the more refined (a term I use as a concentration of technique, not an indication of quality) ones are costly in terms of time and sometimes also available tools (e.g. it’s simpler to make a bread-beer than vodka, especially if you don’t have a distillation set-up).

Seasoning is… a thorny topic. Most ingredients that get called “seasoning” - especially in the modern, North American sense - are just plants used in lower ratios than others in a dish. Take basil, for example. When it’s used in low proportions, it’s a seasoning (e.g. tomato sauce with basil). When used in high proportions, it’s an ingredient (e.g. pesto).

Now, there’s significant overlap in which plants are called “seasonings” and which are called “herbs”. This would be because plants designated as herbs are frequently prized in cookery as adding aromatic or savoury elements to a dish - too much can be overpowering (e.g. rosemary in small amounts can be delicious, but in large amounts can be too bitter to enjoy), so they’re often relegated as a component towards flavour profiles. Their physical quantity available to a culture does not necessarily designate “high” or “low” quality, merely the ratio that is culturally-accepted in recipes. (E.g. Italy uses basil in many dishes, but does that make either the dishes or the basil low quality? No.)

Herbs, as another side note, are frequently also used in medicine - hence herbal medicine. The medicinal plants wiki is less biased than the herbal medicine one, and offers some greater anthropological context.

Quality in terms of food is… usually more the ratio of preferred to not preferred qualities. In meat, this would mean things like fat, tendons, and gristle. Food, or rather ingredient, quality is a benchmark of how much time needs to be invested in preparing a dish. It takes significantly less time to cook bread when the grains are already hulled (and oftentimes polished), than if you had to go out to the field and do it yourself. Higher quality = higher convenience.

(Despite what Apicius might claim, spoiled food is not actually edible, and is different than purposefully fermented or cultured foods.)

Higher-quality ingredients means time saved, and that time could be allocated toward more complex cooking techniques. This isn’t always true in practice, since something like a cut of meat is better for one type of dish as opposed to another for practicality’s sake (i.e. if you’ve trimmed your meat so much it’s cubed, you’re not going to get a steak out of it). There’s some debate as to the idea of ingredient quantity vs technique complexity, where touted “high quality” foods (e.g. Sachertorte) use few ingredients, and “low quality” foods have many ingredients - usually seasonings, to mask the subpar flavour of something like a cut of meat.

Like Feral said, sauces are a great carrier for flavour, as well as helping to stretch the usable lifespan of an ingredient. A cut of meat ordinarily good for a steak that’s close to expiration might not be a good steak, but it could make for a decent stew or sausage, both of which could have sauces added to them to increase the complexity of the flavour profile. The food timeline which Brainstormed mentioned also has a timeline on sauces, which I think might interest you.

You mention “all the imported food is for the rich”, and I’m curious about that. Feral gave the example of the British upper-class restricting usage of some spices to the wealthier - and thus upper - classes of their society; is that what you’re referencing? What spices are you using as a base for your world, can they be domesticated? (For that matter, do greenhouses and the accompanying opportunistic entrepreneurs also exist? Or just a general opportunistic individual.)

The economic context of spices can’t be readily dismissed - there’s a weighing of amount of resources against amount of diplomatic tensions, so even if there’s an abundant amount of a given product, the providing nation could well make a money-based rude gesture in the direction of their client and increase the prices to artificially restrict supply. (Take tea, for example. Many, many economic wars have been fought over that [Abstract].)

The fluctuations of class-availability can include a factor of a nation’s influence on the global stage, and they could demand a good at a lower price and in large enough quantities to satisfy - at least temporarily - multiple social classes. This often comes at the cost of quality (here, in terms of purity of ingredients) - you can see this with tea, black pepper, olive oil, and many other class-oriented comestible goods (1, 2, 3, 4, 5). I will stress that quality grades aren’t precisely the same for single-source foods and multi-source foods (e.g. sirloin steak vs curry powder), because a drop in single-source quality is more noticeable than multi-source quality due to fewer things to hide an ingredient’s quality behind.

Foods can still be heavily seasoned on both ends of the class spectrum, but there would be differences in local vs foreign (domesticated vs imported), and whether it’s a specialty dish (e.g. foods made for holidays, see: stollen) because infrequently-made dishes on a cultural basis are more likely to have fewer differences in ingredient quality and technique complexity.

There are also some dishes that have artificial class restrictions, because the upper classes have a habit of refusing to eat dishes from the lower classes as a means of social division. This is especially apparent in something like bread (1, 2), but fluctuations of technique complexity and ingredient quality availability can mean that the classifications of bread types can shift (1).

Further Reading

(PDF) Evolution – Culinary Culture – Cooking Technology by Thomas A. Vilgis

History of Cooking by All That Cooking

Feral (again): Modern History has a four part series on food in Medieval England broken down by social class with commentary on how it compares to food today, which may elucidate some of what we’ve been talking about in regards to the culturally variable meaning of “quality” in food.

#pylons #food #Anonymous

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yanak324 · 4 years

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Describe your perfect food day. Breakfast, lunch, dinner and snacks. Drinks.

Oooh what an insanely lovely ask for someone who loves food as much as I do!

I gotta say the most surprising aspect of being quarantined has been how much I don’t miss going out to eat?!

Don’t get me wrong, I am an absolute sucker for a bougie restaurant and some of my favorite memories are surrounding food but it’s been kind of nice to cook more. That probably has to do with being quarantined with someone who is an incredible cook...but anyway I digress.

Here’s what I would eat on a perfect day:

Breakfast: an herby, fluffy omelet + a vat of black coffee

Snack: Cold coffee leftover from breakfast and La Croix (a sparkling water I am deeply, deeply obsessed with...in grapefruit or peach-pear, but I’m trying passionfruit next at @lightninginabottle0613’s behest so we shall see)

Lunch: Salad. Not to brag but I make incredible salads, and I have references. I may need to save my rant about how much I love salads for a separate appreciation post but it has to have a romaine base (other greens are welcome too) and a lemony and olive oil dressing. Otherwise gtfo. The only exception is this ceasar dressing I get at a salad place by work but that shit is absolute crack and I won’t apologize for loving it.

Snack #2: more La Croix (sensing a pattern here?) maybe some almonds, but mostly la Croix.

Dinner: honestly, just whole wheat pasta with tomato sauce and lots of basil. This is pretty much my comfort meal, especially in the colder months. And it’s almost always accompanied with a glass of red wine...or more La Croix.

Snack #3: something fruity...I am obsessed with fruit snacks and could happily spend the rest of my life only eating that for dessert. + more wine. Can never have enough wine or La Croix, or tea...clearly I’m on a liquid diet most days.

And I always end the day with a blend of peppermint and chamomile with lavender tea. Unless I’m high, then I also sneak a piece of chocolate in. 😋 🍫

#personal asks #yanas diet #thank u for coming to my TED talk on food #gendryafanwhore 🥰

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gem-quest · 4 years

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[ SIDEQUEST 02. — INFERNA ]

in which inferna plans her “wedding” to jack ;DDD

FROM inferna’s ‘standard notebook’ (h-rank, given to all players upon spawning in-game for the first time; simply a place to keep notes):

PLACE; idk bro, I’d do Finvarra’s Gardens/Level 10 except for the fact that I can’t stand that Finvarra piece of shit sooooooooooooooo............but if neddy thinks level 10 will be fine & finvarra will leave us alone, then i don’t see why not?

TIME; uh not before 12 pm do i look like a morning person??

GUESTS; anyone???¿¿??¿? could just copy paste an invite into obsidian food + koreaboo + other gcs i have tbh...how much will people kill me if i make a copy pasta w all the emojis like the cringey cancerous ones ppl spam into my fb messenger ?? lmfao

OUTFITS; maybe ill wear a dress lol. ok that’s a lie BUT who gives a shit; ppl can do what they want. i bet neddy could cop some flower crowns for us tho so at least we will be matching!!

OTHER LOGISTICS; neddy can be both me & jack’s maid of honor, haters back off & go fuck yourselves bc there are no wedding rules in this game >:(. since ace is the closet person i know to an official dev or w/e for gq & she left, maybe we could just get some rando to dress up all Official Like (TM) & officiate the ceremony lol

RECEPTION; wildflower meadows?

APPETIZERS; yue city’s fruit markets are pretty good but if i can find someone willing to hop into level 42 summer villa for me, we could get those oranges & lemons & whatever else they’re supposed to be growing there? also i hear 35 (enchanted forest & tatiania/titania lady whatever person) has some pretty rad berries but some of them are poisonous so......oops. but also! valley of monsters has some berry-like things too. will have to investigate further. [to be expanded]

SIDES; goddamn i really miss french fries & onion rings (maybe ophelia knows how to make smth similar?), & ofc i’ll need ketchup if we go w those. city of magic has this place that sells some pretty good bbq gryphon drumsticks & other skewers (the rat ones taste just like chicken!) so i’ll also hit that up. will need to make a lot of sauce & sriracha bc nothing in this fucking game has seasoning. will also have shish kabobs of all sorts hopefully. maybe a veggie platter for ppl who’re into that stuff? [to be expanded]

DRINKS; i mean, the usual honey wine/mead/ale that’s p cheap in yue city stores. could try to get morningstar to make me more ‘burnett’s potions’ again - or maybe something more bougie like grey goose??? but also not sure what she’d want in return, hmm. must think on it. for chasers, just fruit juice & cider & shit? kinda wish they had soda in this game. also, BOBA & starbucks fraps, i miss that so much! must try to find a substitute.

MAIN DISHES; i’m going to make a hotpot out of cauldrons and teapots and shit bc god fucking damn i miss that. i wonder if ophelia will know anything about where i can get, like cilantro + scallions + peanut sauce + other hotpot spices? then, need the stuff to go into the hotpot too ofc, im thinking all the raw meat strips (beef, lamb, whatever), all the usual veggies (do they have bokchoy in this game???), i dont think there’s any tofu which is a shame but i can def. get some mushrooms and sprouts and stuff. hmmm i might be able to hunt down a wyvern in one of the valley of monsters side-quests & have that roasting there too. kinda also want peking duck w/ that special sauce ngl. gotta ask around & try to see if other ppl have in-game substitutions for like, dumplings/potstickers & pho & kimbap & fried rice & pad thai & stuff, but if not then all the usual fantasy game food is fine - chicken potpies, stew, roasted swan, etc are all good no matter what. is there anyone who knows how to make tacos/mexican food/chipotle in this game??? [to be expanded]

DESSERTS; um, everything, basically. need to go stock up on sugar cubes for jack + order one of those fancy four-tiered cakes at the tearoom! is there a way to make those pies that have birds fly out of them when u cut it open? [to be expanded]

MUSIC; anyone, as long as they can play blackpink songs & the cha-cha slide & whatever else neddy wants. some other good songs to have will be: poker face by lady gaga, tik tok by kesha, party in the u.s.a, eminem (lose yourself AKA mom’s spaghetti song, real slim shady, rap god), god’s plan & sicko mode would be extra bonuses

PHOTOGRAPHER; literally anyone who’s willing to send me all the pics lmfao. if they’re at murias pass & not obsidian, maybe i can convince the ppl holing up over there to let this person thru when they get to it?

[will add more as i think of stuff!]

#writing #inferna story #just for fun ;D #vicky #inferna #fanfan & i dont know when/where this joke wedding would happen yet but if we want some small drama there w/ the other chars im totally down #hehehe #nothing is finalized though! im just procrastinating other shit #sq2

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tautittology · 4 years

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hellooo may I request the first of each letter for each flower ask, except feel free to skip sage bc that's a garbage one 💛🧡❤️

oh sunny how consistently u delight me <3

Alisons: Sexuality?

im a big bi

Baby’s Breath: Would you kiss the last person you kissed again?

yeah it was a good kiss

Camelia: If you could visit anywhere, where would you want to go?

i really really wanna be at sea rn or at least on a beach but like an ocean beach i want movement

Daffodil: What’s your zodiac sign?

🐟🐠🐡🐋

False Goat’s Beard: What is something you are good at?

this is the name of my next band im pretty good at listening i think? people keep telling me personal stuff so i assume

Garden Cosmos: How was your day today?

absolutely and entirely uninteresting but not over yet

Heliotropium: What helps you calm down when you feel stressed?

im a smoker so..... also bouncing ideas off other people i can’t think on my own under stress

Irises: Who can you talk to about (almost) everything?

rn a friend i’ve met in the past year is the only that come to mind but im pretty sure at least like 4 ppl back in france i just need to call them lmao

Laceleaf: How many friends do you have?

more than the graces and less than the muses around 7 i think

Marigold: Where did you grow up? Tell us about it.

i grew up in a very sheltered and bougie neighbourhood which was great bc as a kid and early teen all my schools were very close and no one was ever really in danger in those streets and most people knew each other which is like insane for paris and also mean going with the exact same people to school from age 5 to 16 which 😷 but yeah we knew literally every single shopkeepers in our street got free ice creams and crêpes from them and all i even worked for the one next door over summer when i was like 12-14 almost felt like a tiny village at times

Norwegian Angelica: Tell us about your mom.

she sure is a mum

Onions: Tell about your dad.

he do be a dad

Pansy: What was your most memorable birthday? What made it be so memorable?

the day in itself is rarely memorable but for my 17th birthday my highschool friends (and by extension my whole class) agreed to dress up like it was carnival since it was close to mardi gras on the date and the fact that most of them played along just bc i asked still makes me soft :’) i was dressed as a leprechaun and gave away golden candies all day and honestly it was a look

Rhodendron: What is something you used to believe in as a child?

i definitely believed in some sort of balance of like good and bad stuff don’t happen randomly sometimes it still lingers as a belief it’s comforting u know

Tickseed: What’s your main reason to get up every morning?

i have homemade bread atm and honestly it’s the bomb and i wake up late enough to be starving so physically food gets me out of bed

mentally? self-berating

Vervain: What’s stressing you out most right now?

i have yet to hear back from my host university for next year i know phd inscription calendars are more chill than undergrad ones but like....lads...please

Wisteria: How many books have you read in the past few months? What were they called?

thanks to lockdown a Bunch the ones i remember are a french one abt marxist philosophy, a french historiography of the CIA, Catch 22, The Heart of Darkness, john Entwistle’s biography The Ox, and next i want to start Under My Thumb

Yarrow: Do you know what vore is?

god i wish i didn’t

Zinnia: Give a random fact about yourself.

i lack an appendix and a bit of finger

send me flowers one has cock in the name

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yourkeeperoftherunners · 5 years

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Unparalleled Service [BTS V]

Plot: Your Instagram obsessed friend drags you into Gucci for the sole purpose of trying on a pair of their iconic shoes just to get a pic worth posting for bragging rights. You reluctantly accompany her and try to avoid making faces, feeling slight pity for the clerks who will be wasting their time for her dumb photo. “May I get you some water before I get your shoes? Did you want to try other styles?”

Rating: PG (Language)

Characters: Gucci Retail Clerk!Taehyung x Reader (Any gender), Madison OC

Notes: Part of the Unparalleled Service series I’ve planned. I own nothing except for the idea and setting. Inspired by the author’s personal encounters with the rare friendly or welcoming clerks in high end brand boutiques. This one was inspired by some friends in college who would venture in Louboutin to photograph themselves in a pair of the iconic red-soled heels, but wouldn’t purchase them.

“BITCH! How did she get that?!”

You snapped your head over to the young woman seated in your passenger seat, who was preoccupied with her Instagram feed, instead of helping you find parking. Out of the corner of your eye, you spotted one car starting to back up out of their parking space and you flicked your directional on immediately.

“Who are we talking about?” you sighed as you watched the large SUV inch backwards out of their spot.

Madison paused, a long fingernail hovering over the screen of her phone. She thrust the phone into your face, which had a picture of a girl taking a selfie in a full length mirror.

“Do you remember that snot who wouldn’t let me pledge Alpha Phi?!” Madison demanded. The acrylic fingernail pointed to the girl’s feet, which were adorned with fur-lined slip-on loafers.

“Um I kind of remember her?” you offered, eyes focused on the empty spot. You cranked the wheel and carefully drove the car into the space, adjusting it so it was straight.

Madison brought her phone closer to her face and scowled as she scrolled down to see how many likes and comments the horrible sorority chick had gotten. “I hate her so, so much!” she groused. “Just because her parents had enough money to gift her an Audi and now she’s wearing Gucci on her feet –”

“Mads, how do we know she actually bought them?” you asked, putting the car in Park.

Madison paused and a wicked grin spread across her face. “You’re right Y/N! Oh wait, now I see it’s in the boutique! No way that bish actually bought those fur slippers! God, they look so ugly with her outfit!”

You exited the car and Madison got out, closing the door behind her. She switched to Facebook so she could check in at the mall you were at, making sure to tag you. You sighed as you locked the car, shaking your head.

“Didn’t you say you needed to buy a dress for something?” you asked. You coughed as a huge whiff of perfume hit your nose from the nearby counter, walking quickly to get as far away as possible.

“Oh yeah, but there’s nothing I like so far,” she huffed as she put back a lipstick she was trying on. “The cuts are awful and the colors are all wrong for the occasion.”

She pulled out her phone to snap a selfie of her with the new lip color, tagging the brand in her caption. Her fingers flew across the screen as she posted the selfie to Instagram.

“Hey, isn’t there a Gucci here?” she asked as she looked up from her phone.

You nodded and pointed to the directory, which showed the Gucci boutique wedged between other brand shops near a large Neiman Marcus. Madison dashed up to the directory, eyes scanning for your distance from the boutique.

“What are you thinking?” you asked. Part of you had a terrible feeling that she was going to try to do something stupid and petty.

“We’re going in,” she declared. “I’m gonna try on their clothes and shoes and show her how it’s done.” She took off for the boutique, heels clicking loudly on the floor.

You had to weave around other shoppers to reach her and keep up with her pace. “Mads, she’s a spoiled brat – everyone knows she’s never gonna make anything of herself if she doesn’t focus on the important stuff now. Besides, she’s probably asking to get robbed by posting all her bougie shots with every designer good available.”

She ignored you, eyes set on the high end boutique with a bit of a line outside.

“You can’t even afford a pair!”

Madison whirled around and tilted her head. “It doesn’t mean I can get a better selfie for the ‘Gram, right?”

You tried not to groan loudly as you followed behind her, wishing that she hadn’t picked you for her shopping excursion. She didn’t have a car, which meant she was only chumming you up because you had one and it didn’t look like a pile of junk. Maybe you’d force her to buy you lunch for the pain she was putting you through.

She slipped into the line and you fell in behind her. She checked into Gucci on Facebook, then pulled up the site to look at their shoes. She flipped through the options and shared two different pairs with you.

“Which do you think? Princetown Slippers or Ace Sneakers?”

You pointed to the sneakers and explained that they’d look better with her current ensemble, which was a black crop top and shorts, with a kimono-style shrug on top. She agreed and began musing if she wanted to try on a sweater or some clothing item.

“They’re probably not gonna let you try on the shoes and the clothes together,” you pointed out.

She sighed and murmured that you were right. She stepped up as the next pair were admitted into the store, the security guard informing her that she was next.

“Besides, it’s the shoes that matter,” she said.

You nodded as you scrolled through your e-mails, opening one from the H&R rep who helped with your taxes. Your eyes skimmed through the body of the message, which shared that you were getting back some money, which would be in your account shortly, due to the direct deposit option you went with.

“Please come on in – welcome,” the security guard said as he gestured for you and Madison to enter.

Madison thanked him and you followed behind her, trying to keep up as she moved past older clients looking at purses, tourists checking out the brand belts, and headed straight for the shoe wall. She walked over to the display of sneakers and picked up the sample Ace sneaker to look closely at it.

You came up beside her and tried not to balk at the price. She didn’t bat an eye as she picked it up and scanned the other displays for pairs to try on.

“Hello miss, were you interested in trying those on?” a deep voice asked.

Both of you turned to see a slender young man in a neat suit and Gucci tie addressing Madison. You resisted the urge to do a double take, as his youthful, boyish face was a stark contrast to the warm tenor voice you heard.

Madison nodded as she put the sample sneaker in his palm, sharing that she needed a size 8. She also picked up a clunky platform sneaker with bejeweled straps and asked for her size in that style as well. He nodded and gestured to a velvet couch nearby.

“Is there something you would like to try?” he asked, turning his attention to you.

You shook your head and offered a small smile, jabbing a thumb at Madison. “I’m only here for fashion advice.”

Madison took a seat on the velvet couch and fixed her hair in her camera, which was switched to selfie mode. You waited until she was done before sitting down next to her.

“May I get you two some water while you’re waiting?” the young man asked.

“I’m fine,” you said.

“Oh please!” Madison chirped. “Sparkling would be fantastic.”

The clerk nodded and promised he would return with the sizes and water. “My name is Taehyung – I’ll be back in a bit.” He excused himself to the back and Madison began filtering her latest selfie with special effects.

“Sexy voice,” she murmured as she watched him leave. “Wonder how old he is?”

“Hmm...” Madison hummed as she tried on the platform sneakers. She walked over to the mirror and studied them from different angles. She quickly snapped a pic and checked it out. “Y/N, what do you think?”

“I don’t think those are you,” you replied.

Taehyung pursed his lips and admitted that he felt those were very trendy, but not very classic. “They’re fun with your outfit,” he said as he looked at Madison, “but I think if you go to pair them with other things that have a busy print or design, they can be a challenge. I’ve had some clients tell me they are a bit awkward to wear. Definitely a statement piece if you want that. Are these your first Gucci shoes?”

Madison nodded and Taehyung shook his head. “It’s your choice Miss, but I think if you were to buy your first pair of Gucci shoes, I’d choose something that can go with almost anything.”

Madison agreed and walked back to the couch, removing the platforms from her feet. She retrieved the Ace sneakers and put them on, tying the ends tightly.

She walked over to the mirror and did the same thing: checking them from different angles, snapping a picture, then asking you for your opinion.

“Your legs look long,” you offered. “They look nice.”

Taehyung agreed and shared that it was a staple shoe for the brand, due to the versatility and style. “It’s lucky you came in when you did – the average sizes are hard to keep in stock,” he said.

Madison pouted as she bent over to touch the tongues of the sneakers. “I mean, they’re nice, but the tongue’s so stiff.”

“They do give after a couple of wears,” Taehyung promised. “I own a pair and I wore thick socks the first few times to help with the break-in process. They can be worn with casual or slightly formal looks.”

Madison nodded and put her hands on her hips. She sighed as she walked back to the couch and slipped them off. In one hand she picked up the platform, the other, the Ace sneaker. “I mean I like them for different reasons, but I don’t know. Um, could I think about it? Maybe get your card?”

Taehyung nodded as he retrieved them from inside his suit jacket. He presented the cream colored card, embossed with his name, work cell, and work e-mail address, one for each of you.

“If you have any other questions, please let me know,” he said before shaking your hands.

“Y/N! Check out my post!” she yelled.

You looked up from reviewing your notes for your test and saw Madison had posted her selfies from Gucci as a collage. The images gathered many likes and comments, which seemed to make it happy.

“So your post is better than the Alpha Phi girl’s?” you asked.

She nodded excitedly and rambled how everyone on Instagram was complimenting her, saying she slayed. Apparently she gathered some more followers afterwards and you internally rolled your eyes. She never paid a visit to the shop again or bothered to contact Taehyung after her post. She actually hung onto the card for a few days (a record!), before tossing it and saying that it was fun wandering in there.

“Did you think about actually using your money to buy one pair?” you asked as you flipped to the next page in your notebook.

“Naw, I’ve already got my sights on that Pat McGrath launch – gonna buy all of Queen’s collection and do a look,” she declared. “Plus I wanna get the special table at Benihana for my b-day with champagne flowing.”

Of course you are, you thought, trying to tune her out.

“It’s a big birthday!” your sister reminded you.

“I didn’t forget,” you sighed. “What are you getting him?”

“I’m getting the golf club he’s been eyeing, plus a few rounds at the club,” she said.

“Maybe a nice tie, you know he loves a good tie,” you responded.

“Predictable, but I know it’s a useful gift,” your sister replied. “Where?”

You picked up the card and twirled it between your fingers. “Gucci.”

“Welcome back Y/N,” he greeted you. He tilted his head and asked where Madison was.

You shrugged and replied that she was indecisive, but you were here for a birthday gift for your father, who was turning 60 in a few days. He nodded to show he understood and led you over to the area where the ties were kept.

“Is there a popular design?” you asked.

Taehyung pulled out a few options and explained the details of each one. You picked up a striped one with a few bees on it and studied it. Then you picked up one in a red silk with the Gucci stripes at the bottom with a single bee within the stripe pattern.

You held up the second one and declared this was the one. Taehyung smiled and replied that he was going to grab a new one for you and have it gift wrapped for you. He accepted it from you and left to check the backroom for it.

One of Taehyung’s colleagues led you to the register to check out, asking you to wait off to the side. You withdrew your debit card, resting your arms on the counter as you waited for him to return. In a few moments he emerged, Gucci bag in hand with ribbon tied on the handles.

“I put it in a tie box with ribbon and there’s a blank card there for you to fill out,” he explained as he placed the bag by the register. “Do you need a gift receipt?”

“Sure, but I’m 99% certain he’s going to like it,” you replied. You swiped your debit card and entered your pin on the screen, before signing.

“Please let me know if there’s anything else I may assist you with,” Taehyung said as he walked around with the bag in hand. With his free hand, he shook yours and thanked you for remembering him.

“Thank you for all the help,” you said with a smile as you took the bag.

“I’ll walk you out,” he replied as he gestured to the front. “It’s a very nice thing to give your father.”

“60 is an important birthday,” you said. “I’m sorry about Madison – she’s just–”

“Selfie?” he asked, lowering his voice.

You blinked and he flashed you a knowing smile.

“Happens more than you think,” he sighed. “I get it, it’s fun to come in and pretend you can buy them. Good thing she didn’t get one of my colleagues – he would have called her out on social media.”

You sighed and replied that you told her that she needed to be the better person and stop worrying about her “image” online. “She’s worried about her appearance and popularity now,” you explained. “I’m the lackey who had a decent car that could take her to the mall in the first place.”

“I appreciate you remembering me and coming back,” he said, pausing at the entrance. “Really, if there’s anything you need, please reach out again.”

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At First Glance Ch. 4: The Commencement 👩🏽‍🎓

A/N: It’s finally here! The end of At First Glance has arrived and I have to say, I’m a bit emotional about ending my first series 😭. Thank you guys for supporting At First Glance these past few months. I have another series in development and then hopefully I’ll actually think about the wedding series. But for now, enjoy our fave couple in this series finale!

Word Count: ~3.2k

Warning(s): Black Excellence, Black Love, Smut (FINALLY!)

Saturday, December 7, 2013. 11:06 a.m.

Woolsey Hall, Yale University

At just 23, Yaa was the youngest recipient of a doctorate in African Studies. She was also a joint PhD-JD student that became the valedictorian of both classes (she earned her JD in May), which as you imagine, is almost unheard of, ESPECIALLY at a prestigious institution such as Yale.

Of all the people proud of her accomplishments, Winston was undoubtedly the happiest. She was the smartest person he’d ever met by a long shot. Not only was she smart as hell, but she was also gorgeous and had enough personality for seven people. Bonus points for Winston. As a fellow Yale grad, Winston enjoyed the return to New Haven. Amid all the celebration, Yaa and her family were meeting Winston’s mom and sister today. Whew chile, the celebrations. Winston and his family found Yaa’s family, Tanisha, Kimya, and Daveon (AKA the Yalemigos, or the Migos) all sitting in the same area.

“Mr. Duke great to see you again.”, Mustapha said hugging Winston.

“Likewise, sir! Great to be seen. Get to see my little lady graduate.”, he laughed. His laugh turned into a full smile as the reality of his girlfriend’s accomplishments set in. He looked down at the program and chuckled as Yaa’s name led the list of her 16 other cohorts. My little genius.

The fanfare startled Winston out of his thoughts. The guests looked down to watch the faculty and graduates proceed into Woolsey’s main seating. Proud friends and family cheered, hollered, and whistles as they saw their respective graduate. Winston scanned the incoming crowd for his short scholar, but to no avail. What took Winston 3 minutes took the Migos only 0.2 seconds to spot their 4th companion.

“HOODIE WHOOOOOOOO!”, the friends yelled as they spotted their best friend. Yaa’s neck snapped in the direction she heard the squad call. Can’t take niggas anywhere. She shook her head and examined the friends and family in attendance. Everyone stood up and took pictures and acknowledging their graduate. Winston saw his girlfriend and stared in amazement before he mouthed “Love you” to her. She mouthed “Love you, too” to him before taking her seat.

Yaa walked in with all confidence in her stride. She was glowing and there was nothing better that could happen today than this present moment. Her tam sat on top of her curly locs. Her round tortoise shell frames added an intellectual and sophisticated touch to her look. Her signature bright red lips seldom separated as her white smile remained plastered on her face. She bore her gold valedictorian medal below her blue hood along with her blue and gold ΣΓΡ and black Class of 2013 Kente stoles. The Black graduates wore black leather gloves on their right hands in solidarity and in reverence to their ancestors. Except for being around Winston, she’d never looked happier.

The ceremony went as any other large commencement: the speaker, the President and Provost gave words of encouragement to all the graduates on their future endeavors. Each college presented their graduates with their Yale degree. Finally, the Graduate School of Arts and Sciences conferred degrees. Ironically, the Africana and African-American Studies Department elected to go last due the small number of graduates. When the department was announced, Yaa’s family prepared to get up. They shared mutual expressions of joy and bliss as “Doctor Khalida Yaa Denae Abdullah, Magna Cum Laude.”, echoed throughout Woolsey Hall. She raised her right fist high in the air as she walked across the stage. She hugged her advisor and committee chair before receiving her degree. She walked off the stage doing a quick praise break. The least she could do.

The grads recessed out of Woolsey and immediately searched for their parties and took pictures. Yaa was in the middle of her search when she felt two sturdy taps on her shoulder. It was him. “Hey, Doc.”, he greeted. Yaa scoffed as her billion dollar smile grew from a smirk. She playfully rolled her eyes and shook her head before reaching up for a kiss. “Hey, Duke. A girl can get used to hearing ‘Doc’. ”, she hummed into his lips. He finally broke the kiss and handed her a bouquet of her favorite roses: white, yellow, and pink. She gasped at the sight. “Baby! They’re beautiful.”, she squealed. She jumped right back into his embrace. “More where that came from, Denae.”, he whispered.

He never called her Denae, nor did his voice ever get that deep whenever he talked to her. She shot him a look before kissing him once more and walking towards the Migos, who were all Snapchatting and gassing her up.

“BEST FRIEND DONE GOT A WHOLE FOURTH DEGREE, Y’ALL!”, Daveon yelled. Yaa’s shoulders shook as she laughed at her foolish ass friends.

“Yaaaaaasssss ma’am! You better be Black Excellence. C’mon, Lil’ Angela!”, Kimya called.

“Bitch, I’m just tryna see the outfit. The people deserve to see what you’re wearing.”, Tanisha bluntly stated. The other two egged Yaa on to unzip the massive black gown. The only thing everyone could see were her black velvet smoking loafers. She unzipped the gown, unveiling a black pencil skirt and a white shirt with “PheD the Hell Up” written in blue. She would always get the laugh in somewhere.

She insisted that the family take pictures at her rental house because it was still December in New Haven, Connecticut. Chatter, laughter, and faint sounds of Black Christmas music filled the house as both families meshed as one. Carrie and Momma Cora held conversation most of the afternoon; Cindy and Khadijah exchanged medical stories; and Mustapha and Rainey discussed everything under the sun with Avery, Jahlil, and Winston. All four of the Migos were upstairs taking naps to prepare for dinner. Yaa especially deserved that nap. She hadn’t a decent amount of sleep since returning from Thanksgiving in Louisiana.

“Where’s Khalida? I think it’s time we all split.”, Khadijah asked Winston.

“She’s up there with her friends taking a nap. Gal deserves it. That means we need to leave and take naps of our own before dinner tonight.”, Carrie replied. “Winston, you staying here or something?”

“Yes ma’am. I might as well join the Snooze Crew upstairs.”, he said walking towards the front door. He finally went upstairs to Yaa’s room where he was greeted to a room full of snoring. Yaa’s petite figure was curled up in the middle of the messy bed. Her locs were scattered across her silk pillows and her Breakfast at Tiffany‘s eye mask covered her eyes. Her mouth was open as she snored loudly.She was dead to the world. Winston chuckled to himself as he watched his beautiful scholar catch up on Z’s. He sat on the unoccupied side of the bed and watched her sleep. He cleared her face of her wild locs and stopped when she stirred. Eventually, she unmasked herself and gasped when she saw Winston.

“Shit! Don’t scare me like th... was I snoring? Oh fuck, how long have you been watching me?”, she asked. He shook his head before kissing her forehead.

“Yes, you were snoring. Don’t worry about that. I still love you. I’ve been here long enough.”, Winston admitted.

“Well, since you love me so much, let’s try to find brunch. I’ll wake up the crew.”, she announced as she crawled out of bed, “That way, we won’t be as hungry going to this bougie ass Mediterranean spot my folks selected for tonight’s dinner.”

He rolled his eyes, “You better be glad you graduated today, Pumpkin.”

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Olea Restaurant, New Haven, Connecticut, 8:15 p.m.

The graduation dinner was running smoothly. The private dining area was tastefully accented with gifts and Yaa’s graduation pictures. Nearly twenty minutes after the family arrived, Yaa and Tanisha walked in side by side. Everyone stood and applauded the woman of the hour. Winston stared in awe at Yaa who, as always, strutted into the room with such grace and power.

Khalida chose the more adult outfit option for dinner. She wore her locs in a low bun and kept her glasses, tam, hood, stoles, and medal on. Her royal blue dress fit snug. Though Khalida often wore form-fitting dresses, none were as form-fitting as this one. Her rather well-endowed chest and wide hips were brought to the forefront; her fupa was somewhat concealed by the side peplum panels. The nude pumps she wore were accented by her anklets. Truly a work of art.

“My goodness, sweetheart. This dress is absolutely divine on you.”, Khadijah commented as she examined her first born’s outfit.

“Ibby, you look refreshed. That nap did you some good,I see ”, Mustapha teased.

“Thanks, Umi and Baba.”, Yaa said. “Thank all of y’all for coming and supporting the kid. I can’t believe this is all happening. I’m like...finished! Yale really gave me a doctorate.” The realization of her journey’s culmination brought tears of joy to the “hard-nosed” Yaa. She finally sat the far end of the table next to Winston.

“Pumpkin, you look divine.”, Winston whispered in Yaa’s ear during their hug and kiss. He twirled her around to get a better look of her outfit. She’s going to be the death of me.

“Why, thank you. Gotta show school spirit, y’know.”, Yaa joked. Winston pushed his girlfriend’s chair up to the table.

“I’d like to make a toast...”, Winston stood and began, “...to the woman of the hour, Doctor Abdullah. I know we’ve been in each other’s lives for not even two months, but watching you work and grind towards your goals has given me the initiative to better myself not only as an up and coming actor, but as a person. Khalida, you give me more reasons to be the luckiest man alive and today is the pinnacle. I love you so so much, Khalida, you have no idea. So here’s to our Khalida and her many successes now and forever. Ase.”

The table echoed scattered “Asé’s” and “aww’s” as they clinked their glasses. Yaa cheesed to keep tears forming as she looked into Winston’s eyes as he sat down. “I love you more,Winston.”, she declared as she kissed him. He placed his hand at the hem of her dress and rubbed her thigh. She cut her eyes to his hands and then directly to him; he replied with a smirk. Buzz buzz. Yaa wasn’t the only one who peeped Winston’s unusual behavior.

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Winston walked into the bathroom to see Yaa freedom her locs from its bun. He enjoyed seeing her hair down. She noticed him in the mirror studying her.

“May I help you,sir?”, Yaa questioned. Winston walked behind her and nuzzled her neck.

"I love you." he said, wrapping his arms around her.

"What has gotten into you, today? You haven't kept your hands off me all day." she said, giggling.

"I just want to show you that I love you. I think I may have just realized how much I want you." he said. She looked at him, taken aback.

"Want me? You are just now figuring that out?" ,she said, pulling away from him and crossing her arms over her chest.

"That's not what I mean." he said, in a low gruff voice. Yaa jumped slightly as she felt his hands grip her ample waist and pull her into him. As if it were instinct, she wrapped her arms around his neck. "Seeing you in that dress...having you this close to me."

She closed the last bit of space between her, biting her lip as he craned in. "You are the most gorgeous woman I've ever seen. You're smart, accomplished, hilarious. You are phenomenal. But there is a part of each other we haven't experienced.” He picked her up and sat her on the vanity. “And if it's okay with you, Denae, I'm tired of waiting."

She began unbuttoning his shirt. “I thought you’d never ask, baby.”, she whispered. Their lips met and the intoxicating kiss consumed them. Like a drug, their favorite drug. The slow tongue war continued as Yaa finally took Winston’s shirt off. Nothing was breaking this kiss. His hand traveled up her leg.

“Move your arm, baby.”, Yaa said between kisses. He looked at her with hooded eyes and chuckled deeply.

“That’s not my arm,love.”, he replied sensually. She stopped, mouth agape. She cut her eyes between his erect third arm resting against her inner thigh and the cocky smile and lip bite plastered on his face. This nigga finna split me open.

His hand continued its journey to her inner thighs, where he got down to nibble and kiss them with such intent and passion. He picked her up and traveled to the bed. While on the journey, Yaa bumped her head in the doorway of the bathroom. She giggled as he placed her gently on the bed. “Oh my God, Pumpkin, are you okay?! Do you need ice? Please say something.”, Winston rambled nervously. He swiftly placed her on the bed and turned on the lights to examine her head. She finally opened her mouth and laughed...hard. It could’ve been from the bump or just the fact that she was a bona fide clown. Her laugh turned into an all out cackle, prompting Winston to laugh with her.

“I’m fine, love.”, she began saying in between cackles and breaths, “I just bumped my head.If I pass out, just take me to the hospital. No questions.” The passive tone she used made it difficult for Winston to decide if she was joking or being dead serious. Either way, he appreciated how she broke the thick tension between them. The perfect icebreaker. They finally got themselves together and turned off the lights.

“I hate for such a nice dress to come off, but I wanna see what masterpiece is underneath.”, he commented. Lord, that voice. He lifted the dress over her head, where he was met with her ample cleavage being confined by a red lace bra. She freed herself of her bra and he began caressing her breasts.

“I’ve been trying to get to these since we met.”, he commented. She laughed.

“I know. You looked at them like they were water in the desert.”, she answered laughing. As if on cue, he took one in his mouth, swirling his tongue around her nipple and sucking on it. His tongue traveled up to her sweet spot on her neck. Chills. Her sweet moans served as motivation for his assault of her neck.

Satisfied, he came down and began slowly peppering wet kisses on her feet and leveling up to the inside of her thighs. Shit, spot #2. He looked up to see his girlfriend’s face consumed with pleasure. She bit her lip as she looked down at him with hooded eyes. She cursed under her breath with every kiss he placed. Finally, he kissed her opening, eliciting a back arch and a drawn out “Shiiit!” from Yaa. His mouth became friends with her opening as he sucked on her bud and his tongue explore. He added two fingers as he latched onto her clit. He began pumping his fingers inside of her with a moderate pace. He alternated his sucking with kissing and licking,prompting more hushed cursing from his lover. She was unraveling. He stopped but kept his fingers inside of her. “Fuck you for teasing me like this.”, she moaned. He chuckled. She’s a mess.

“I want you around me, Denae.”, he commented as his fingers brushed up against her opening and examining her nectar. He slid his body between her legs and slid his member inside of her. Her head flew back as his girthy member went deeper inside her tight opening. He noticed her twitch as he lowered himself into her.

“Are you ok,Denae?”, he said examining her face.

“I’m not used to you yet. I’m just tight. I’ll be fine.”, she reassured. Carrie and Khalida ain’t raise no bitch. They both moaned as they began grinding in sync.

“Shit, you fit around me like a glove.”, he moaned, his voice saturated with lust. She kissed him in response.

Winston peppered wet,sloppy kisses on her neck as he rolled his hips, hitting her g-spot deep with every stroke. His pace was slow but unyielding. Her sweet moans and gasps mingled with his low grunts and occasional higher moans. The room was clouded in lust. Besides the sounds of wet skin slapping, moans, and pants, Maxwell’s “Whenever Wherever Whatever” played softly in the background.

Now straddling his lap, Yaa found herself holding back tears as her sexual appetite was being satisfied to her liking. She balanced herself with one hand rested on Winston’s bare chest and the other on the bed. She bounced on his dick as he held on tightly to her love handles. He watched with hooded lust-filled eyes as his girlfriend’s breasts bounced freely against her pace. Her bounce slowly devolved to a twerk and then a gyration as she neared her peak. She was sending him into a tizzy as she clenched tightly onto his dick. If they weren’t already in love, this moment would be when they’d fall in love. Their moans echoed in response as feedback for the other. They were both coming undone. Their rhythm became disonant as they neared the end. Winston sat up and sloppily kissed his girlfriend’s neck. Her breath hitched as they stared into each other’s eyes, both pairs stinging with tears.

“Winston,baby, you feel so good.”, Khalida uttered between her teeth and tears. Her tears and desperate moans served as Winston’s motivation to cum.

“Cum for me, baby.”, he whispered into her ear. He released a low growl; that did it for the both of them. She roared into his shoulder as the sensation of their simultaneous release overwhelmed her core. She collapsed from the sensation.

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Yaa and Winston found themselves physically exhausted from their lovemaking. They laid in bed in silence, reflecting on what just occurred. She laid her head on his chest as he tried detangling her locs with his fingers. He gently kissed her locs. “That was...wow. That was uh.”, Winston attempted to strike up conversation.

“Intense? I think that’s the word you’re looking for: intense.”, Yaa suggested. She looked into his eyes and kissed him.

“Yeah, intense. Literally the word I was looking for. My mind is going 25 miles a second. I can’t believe we finally did it.”

“Yours too?! This is...wild.”

“How?”

“Everything we do together feels so organic. I’m really not one to openly be a sap, but you’re so right for me. Being around you makes sense and what we just did is a feeling I’ll never get over...ever.” She interlocked her small fingers into his larger ones and kissed his knuckles. He chuckled as his free trailed between the valley of her breasts.

“I guess your cousin Daniel was right…”, Winston said lifting her chin up to meet his eyes.

“The fuck is he right about?”, she shot up staring him dead in the face. He kissed her lips.

“...I guess I am responsible for making a hard G soft.”, he flinched in anticipation of whatever assault was coming as consequence of his statement. One tickle and pillow fight later, the two found themselves out of breath once more.

“You know, Chris, to be a health nut, you in worse shape than me.”, she giggled.

“Oh, shut up and go to bed.”

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