#POV

[knottedhearts]

The Space Between Us: B.E

Summary: Billie and you have an intense argument, over you spending more time with your boy best friend.

a/n: This will continue as a series.

Enjoy!

The house smells faintly of vanilla candles as you walk through the door, kicking off your shoes and tossing your bag aside. The familiar sound of The Office theme song drifts from the living room, and you catch a glimpse of Billie curled up on the couch, her dark brown hair cascading over her shoulder. Her piercing blue eyes glance up as you walk in, a faint smile on her face.

“Hey, babe,” you greet her, leaning over to press a kiss to her temple. She hums softly but doesn’t look away from the screen.

“Hey,” she replies, her voice casual.

You sigh, plopping onto the couch beside her. Your phone buzzes in your pocket, and as you pull it out to check the message, you feel Billie’s eyes on you.

“Who’s that?” she asks, her tone still light but with a curious edge.

“Luke,” you answer absentmindedly. “He’s asking if we’re still on for coffee tomorrow.”

Billie’s smile fades, and she pauses the show, sitting up straighter. “Luke again?” she asks, her voice sharpening.

You look at her, confused. “Yeah? He’s my best friend. What’s the problem?”

Her arms cross, and her blue eyes narrow slightly. “The problem is I feel like you spend more time with him than with me. Do you even realize how much that hurts?”

Your own frustration bubbles up as you set your phone down. “Billie, come on. That’s ridiculous. You know how much you mean to me.”

“Oh, do I?” she snaps, her voice rising. “Because from where I’m sitting, it seems like Luke gets more of your time and attention than I ever do. I’m your girlfriend, Y/n, or did you forget that?”

You glare at her, your own temper flaring now. “Are you serious right now? Billie, Luke is gay. There’s literally nothing for you to be jealous of!”

“This isn’t about him being gay!” she shouts, standing up. “This is about you making me feel like I’m second place in your life! I get it—you’ve been friends forever. But when do I get to be the one you prioritize? When do I get to feel like I come first?”

You stand too, the argument boiling over. “I do prioritize you! I’m here, aren’t I? I’m always here when I can be, Billie! But you can’t expect me to drop everyone and everything else for you. That’s not fair!”

Her voice cracks as she retorts, “Fair? You want to talk about fair? How fair is it that I have to sit here and watch you laugh and smile with him, knowing that I’m just sitting at home, waiting for you to remember I exist?”

Your jaw tightens, and you run a hand through your hair, exhaling sharply. “That’s not what’s happening, Billie, and you know it! You’re twisting this into something it’s not.”

“I’m not twisting anything!” she yells, tears now brimming in her blue eyes. “I just want to feel like I matter to you as much as he does. Is that too much to ask?”

You soften slightly at the sight of her tears but still feel the heat of the argument coursing through you. “You do matter, Billie. More than anything. But you’re making this into a competition that doesn’t even exist.”

She shakes her head, wiping her eyes angrily. “You don’t get it. You’ll never get it.”

There’s a heavy silence, the weight of unspoken words hanging between you. Billie turns away, her shoulders shaking as she struggles to compose herself.

“Billie…” you start, your voice softer now.

“Just go,” she whispers, not turning around. “Go to Luke’s tomorrow. Do whatever you want. I don’t care.”

You feel a pang of guilt as you watch her retreat to the bedroom, slamming the door behind her. The house feels unbearably quiet now, the warmth of your earlier greeting completely gone.

Sitting back down on the couch, you run a hand over your face, trying to process everything. You know you need to make this right, but for now, the distance between you and Billie feels like an uncrossable chasm.

[lubdubs]

Hannah

[diana-ds]

WAIT- Indiana Jones hat ?

[cvntynac]

Pov: You tease him on a zoom call since he's in Australia to film the remake of IKWYDLS, basically showing him what he's missing by not being in bed with you.

[entertainmentmask]

hmmm ,':]

[hcsheart]

Cold mornings, but theyre pretty warm with you :)

[johncraft2003]

[trashytracktales]

https://x.com/ln4jolly/status/1869746898053247045?s=46

NOOOO GIRLL IM DYING THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT YOU WROTE IN THAT POST ABOUT LANDOS HANDS IM CRYING I CANNOTTTTTT AHAHAHAHHA

⤿ Anon talking about this ask.

LMAO I'M DEAD RUE WHEN WAS THIS I CAN'T BREATHE 💀💀

Honestly, just another reason why you guys should trust me when I say that every opinion I have on that man is based on pure, unfiltered observation and facts that cannot be ignored. I’m out here doing the work, and now I’ve got the receipts, too 😏👌🏻

[knottedhearts]

The space between us: B.E

a/n: This is part two, if you haven't read part one go read it!!.

The bedroom door stays closed for hours. You sit on the couch, the glow of the TV long since faded, leaving the room dim and heavy with silence. Billie’s words keep echoing in your head—“You’ll never get it.”

You want to give her space, but the ache in your chest grows unbearable. Finally, you stand and walk to the bedroom door, hesitating before knocking softly.

“Billie?”

No response.

You lean against the doorframe. “Look… I know you’re upset, but I can’t just sit out here acting like everything’s fine when it’s not. Can we talk? Please?”

Still nothing.

Sighing, you push the door open. Billie’s sitting on the edge of the bed, her knees pulled up to her chest, arms wrapped tightly around them. Her dark brown hair falls in messy strands, and her blue eyes are puffy and red from crying.

Your heart twists. “Billie…”

She doesn’t look at you. “What do you want, Y/n?”

“I want to fix this,” you say softly, stepping closer. “I hate fighting with you.”

She shakes her head, her voice trembling. “It’s not just about the fight. It’s about how I feel—like I’m not enough for you. Like no matter what I do, someone else will always have more of your time.”

You sink onto the bed beside her, careful not to touch her yet. “You are enough, Billie. More than enough. I hate that I made you feel like you’re not.”

She finally looks at you, her eyes filled with hurt. “Then why does it feel like you’re always pulling away? Like you’d rather be anywhere but here?”

Your throat tightens. “I’m not pulling away—I promise I’m not. I just… I guess I didn’t realize how much it was hurting you. Luke is my friend, yeah, but you’re my everything. And I’ve done a terrible job making sure you know that.”

Her lip quivers, and a tear slips down her cheek. “I just need to feel like I’m your priority,” she whispers. “Not second place. Not someone you come home to when you’re done having fun somewhere else.”

You reach out, gently brushing the tear away with your thumb. “You are my priority. I swear. I’ll prove it to you—whatever it takes. I never meant to make you feel like you were second.”

She closes her eyes, leaning into your touch as more tears fall. “I hate feeling this way. I hate being this insecure.”

“It’s not insecurity, Billie. It’s love. You care so much that it hurts, and I get that now. I should’ve gotten it sooner.”

For the first time since the argument started, her walls seem to crack. She lets out a shaky breath and finally leans into you, burying her face in your neck.

“I’m sorry too,” she murmurs. “For yelling. For overreacting. I just… I need you.”

You hold her tighter, your arms wrapping around her like she might slip away if you let go. “I need you too. And I’m not going anywhere. I promise.”

The two of you sit there in the dim light, the silence no longer heavy but comforting. The storm has passed, leaving behind something fragile but whole—something worth holding onto.

@d14n4ol < tag that asked for part 2.

[dreamgirlsclipscom]

Cruella’s Feet in Your Face - (Full HD 1080p Version)    

Cruella seems to really enjoy discovering our wonderful foot fetish world, and it seems that she is taking a very strong liking to it! She heard that you like stinky socks, so in this video she takes pleasure in humiliating you with her pretty little stinky feet! She takes pleasure in teasing you with her old running shoes, before taking them off to cover your face with her white socks that she wore for over a week! The smell is really intense, but she makes you take deep breaths in her dirty socks. Cruella wants to see you obey her orders, and wants to see you enjoy the smell of her dirty socks! She also takes pleasure in making you lick the bottom of her smelly socks, before taking them off to cover your face again with her sweaty bare feet! You will have to take deep breaths in her feet, and lick the bottom of her feet! Cruella will also ask you to suck her toes, in order to clean all the dirt between her toes, and you will have to do it like a good little slave! If you are very obedient, Cruella will also allow you to slide your very hard penis between her two feet, in order to give you a nice footjob!

[twinkletfout]

It's only normal to feel like this, Gojo is your boyfriend after all but he has been acting real weird recently, not giving you the attention you wanted. Because its only normal for him to be always touchy and showering you with kisses, and the way he fucks you real good, every night. But he has been.. neglecting you, what is his intention?

Another day passed, still nothing, he would give you a normal peck on your lips before leaving for work not like how he used to bend you over the kitchen counter and gets a quickie before he leaves. God, this was eating you alive, you didn't want to admit it, not to him. But he is so, so tempting.

Like any other normal day, he was about to leave as he leaned in for a goodbye kiss, but you hoped if it would be something more than a good bye kiss. He gave a small peck as he pulled back saying, "bye, baby, Ill see—" before he could finish you grabbed the collar of his shirt, pulling him so hard as you smashed your lips back into his lips. Pushing him on the counter as you desperately fumbled on the buttons of his shirt. You swore you could feel him smirking as he kissed back.

You both pulled away panting, a hint of anger evident on your face as you glared at his face, as he stuck his tongue out playfully. "That was so not like you" a mocking smile on his face as he looked at you with drunken eyes, clearly enjoying this. "You wanted this, didn't you?" You said as you pressed your body against his, one of your hands on the counter. You squeezed the obvious bulge growing on his pants as he let out a painful groan. "Ugh— shit" his breath hitched as he felt your touch, as you squeezed hard "dont— nnghmmn" he whimpered, his brows frowning as his hips bucked forward as you felt the growing wetness spreading under your touch. You looked up to meet his gaze. You never in your life imagined a man could make a face like the one in front of you right now. Face flushed, sweat dripping down his temple, tongue slightly darting out, brows knitted together. Your thighs instinctively clenched at the sight.

'God, did this guy seriously come inside his pants just from your touch?!'

[heartbeatmen]

Daddy 3

[pusheen]