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[4th-make-quail]

it is nearly 1am and I am embracing my cringe

[mini-minish]

quit ur politics job join our garage band!!!!!!!!!

(note: essek is canonly gay + demi, the jacket with the bi pin belongs to caleb)

[velvetstreets]

Guys if I have COVIDDDDD-

[artdcnaldson]

Has reader ever just had a "i have to get out" moment in the changeover universe?

Like art is trying to talk to her after sex and shes just staring at the wall re thinking her decisions.

They are very toxic and i know the reader has feelings for them so i think art would have been very smothering ir clingy if reader made any atempts at going out with another circle of friends and distancing herself

(im sorry i over analyse many situations 😭)

Anon… i love u <3 I love this messy main character bc i too would throw away my scruples for this man.

Rating: M

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: Toxic situationship, manipulation kinda, mild angst

Summary: You say something you shouldn’t. It messes up the fucked up equilibrium that you and Art had found in whatever you could call the relationship you had together.

FEBRUARY 2007

For Valentine’s Day, you got Art a teddy bear and a box of chocolates. He got you nothing. He wasn’t your boyfriend, so you didn’t know why you were upset about it, but you were. It stung like a fresh wound, one you could never just let be.

The two of you fucked, because that’s what you always did. The feeling of his mouth on yours, warm and tasting of mint, almost made you forgive him for not getting you anything. He called you beautiful, let his hands trace your body reverently, made you cum once, twice before he pulled you into his lap and let you sink onto him.

His forehead was against yours, breath coming in pants as you rode him, bodies pressed so close it almost felt like making love. Maybe that’s why you said it— the words tumbling out like a prayer.

I love you, Art.

He was tense, for a moment, brows furrowed slightly, before he kissed you and laid you onto your back. He pulled another orgasm from an impossible place within you, one you didn’t know existed. He came, messy on your thighs, and rolled over onto his back.

It was quiet, and you felt so far away from him. Your fingers brushed against his hand, testing, but he pulled them away and stood to redress. It was so quiet that you could hear blood pumping in your ears, like an ocean.

”You shouldn’t say stuff like that,” was what he finally said.

Your lip wobbled, just slightly. And then tears pooled on your lashline. “Sorry,” you said weakly.

“It’s fine.” But you had a sinking suspicion that you’d really fucked up. He handed you a towel, and you cleaned yourself up as best as you could while fighting frustrated tears.

”Are you leaving?” You asked. He was standing in between yours and your roommate’s bed, like he hadn’t quite decided yet. You pulled on a tee shirt and underwear and gave him a pathetic, pleading expression. ”Don’t leave, please. I didn’t mean it. We can watch a movie.”

He acquiesced, and let you cling to his side pathetically after you pulled out a portable DVD player. You split a pair of headphones and watched The Royal Tenenbaums.

Halfway through the movie, clarity hit like a lightning strike. Or maybe it was more like a sinking feeling of dread— of being neck deep in quicksand before you realize you should be crawling out.

You couldn’t keep doing this. Because Art was a dream, really. Handsome, and talented, and smarter than you’d expected him to be. And he was so sweet, when he didn’t realize that he should’ve been discouraging your affection. Or maybe he liked it, but only when it was quiet and he didn’t have to acknowledge that what he was doing was wrong.

Maybe it wasn’t wrong and it was all your own fault for wanting someone who made it clear they weren’t emotionally available. Maybe you were pressuring him into something he didn’t want and it was all unfair to him too.

It didn’t matter. It was fucking killing you.

When the movie ended, he stretched and said he’d see you in class. You nodded, smiling the sad smile of a dog unknowingly being left at the pound.

Once the sadness faded, it was replaced with a molten resentment, an anger at him and yourself over your time being wasted. He still sat next to you in class, sneaking peeks of your notes, but you ignored him as best as you could. Days passed, then a week. You started to feel human again.

A couple weekends later, you ignored the text he sent asking for you to join him at a mixer the tennis team was planning on crashing. You ignored the follow up too.

You wound up at a party on the opposite end of campus with a few girls from the service org you were in. You flirted with a new guy, felt like maybe you were worth more than a casual fuck buddy.

So the sight of him sitting at your door when you finally stumbled home was the last thing you wanted to see. All sad, slumped against your door.

He scrambled to stand, expression filled with longing. “Don’t be mad at me,” he pleaded. “I missed you so fucking bad these past few weeks. Felt like I was going crazy.”

Your heart skipped, and hammered against your ribs. You wanted to reach out and kiss that sad, longing expression off his face. You wanted to tell him to leave. It was all very confusing.

“Don’t say that, Art, please,” you said weakly, lips turning down into a frown. You tried to sidestep him, to get the keys into the door, but he pulled you against his chest.

He smelled so nice— like cologne and cinnamon gum. You gave a pathetic sigh at the warmth of him, wrapped all around you. “I missed you,” he repeated. “It’s like a part of me has been missing. I wanted to talk to you so badly, to kiss you, to watch boring movies with you.”

Annoyance and longing bubbled hot in the pit of your stomach, you had to force yourself to push him away. “You just missed having a cheerleader you could fuck whenever you felt like it.”

He frowned. “That’s not true.”

”What’s my major? What’s my favorite place on campus?” He swallowed hard, exhaling sharply through his nose. “What’s my favorite movie?”

“How would I know that?” He asked, resignation flat on his features.

You rolled your eyes. “Because I tell you about it all the time. Because I’ve taken you there. Because I made you watch it. Twice.” You finally got into your room. When you didn’t slam the door, you realized that you were aching for him to follow. You wanted him to be near you, even if you were seething.

When you turned to face him, you hated that even though you were incredibly mad, you still wanted him to just prove you wrong. To convince you that you were being crazy and he was innocent and the only problem was you being a weirdo about your feelings.

God, he was so pretty. And he looked so sad.

“I’ll try to be better,” he said. “I’ll take you on dates, and buy you flowers, and give you what you deserve.”

But you’ll never be his girlfriend. You knew it, deep down. Even as you caved and gave a sweet, sad little nod. He was across the room, holding you against his chest as you felt annoying tears slipping down your cheeks. Tears of relief, of frustration, of resignation.

“I’m not Tashi,” you said when he pressed his lips to the crown of your skull. It was annoying that he had the power to quell all of your uncomfortable emotions with a single romantic gesture. He pulled back and met your gaze, and you softened. “I know she’s always been your first pick, and I don’t blame you, but I’m not ever going to be her, if that’s what you’re waiting on.”

Something passed over his expression, briefly. “I know you’re not.” It was more of a lament than it was an attempt at comfort. “I’m not waiting on anything.”

His lips trailed down, along your jaw, at the corner of your mouth. He pulled back, looking at you expectantly. Are you going to let me?

Your lips parted softly as you kissed him with lips that tasted wet and salty. It was chaste, and sweet. He pulled back and ran his thumb along your cheekbone. “Let me hold you until you fall asleep? Please?”

It was hard to stay mad at Art Donaldson, even when you knew you really should.

Thank you for reading! If you have any requests in the Changeover universe, or otherwise send me an ask :)

[elliezlils11utt]

could u do pool night smut w sevika ?? maybe quickie in the hot tub or something 🤭🤭 love your writing baby!!!!

summary: the ask ☝🏽

parings: bratty!reader x soft dom!sevika

A/n: I got so excited when I saw ur user pop up in my inbox baby oh my gee !! I feel honored to get a request from u my love !!I hope this does justice !!

~~~

it had been a long night. Sevika invited a couple people over for a party. of course you were having fun, but all you really wanted was sevika to yourself. all these people in your shared home? nuh uh ! you had been so clingy all day! whenever she would get into the pool you were right next to her. she got into the hot tub? you were sitting on her lap two seconds later. liquor run? your coming with! ugh it was so annoying waiting for sevika to see how needy you were !! you had worn your cheekiest little swim suit. desperately trying to get her to look at your curves. she jst can’t take a hint can she? it was starting to get late and everyone was leaving. you had just saw out your last guest. giving them a friendly smile as you shut the door on them. finally you can be alone with your girl ! before you walk out you check yourself in the mirror, pulling your bottoms up higher on your waist and pulling the top of your bikini so that your girls were out.

as you walk out into your backyard you see sevika in the hot tub. a blunt placed between her lips. she looks up at you with hooded eyes. ‘hey pretty girl’ her arms lay on either side of the jacuzzi where the water meets the wall. she motions for you to hop in and you do so without hesitation. your feet touch the water, slipping into the heat of the pool. ‘come’r ’ she says through her teeth. you wrap your legs around her, setting your thighs on either side of her body. sevika places the weed between your lips. You take a drag and cough it out. ‘easy, easy princess’ you roll your eyes and take another drag. a deep one. you feel the burn in your lungs, feeling it travel through your body. you blow the remaining smoke from your lips. ‘good girl’ you grin. ‘saw how needy you were today’

‘and why didn’t you do anything about it?’ you pout.

‘what did you want me to do baby? fuck you in front of all those people?’

‘sorta’ you mumble. she chuckles, taking the blunt from your fingers and inhaling the weed.

‘look, im sorry baby. but we’re alone now. whatcu say baby? you wanna be good for me..?’ she places a soft kiss on your lips. her hands wrap around your waist, pulling you farther up her thighs. you feel her strap buldge in her swim shorts. you nod eagerly, catching your lip between your teeth.

‘please sev.’ a smirk tugs at her lips.

her hands slide up your waist and she flips you over. your elbows propping you up on the edge of the hot tub. she stands behind you, Her hands on your hips. you feel her strap tease at the entrance of your pussy.

‘stop teasing! I need you.’

‘I know, I know baby. im sorry.’ a kiss is placed on your shoulder. ‘lemme have my fun with u, yah?’ her strap eases into you. her eyes watch at your connecting point. watching you take her so easy. so pretty for her. she groans claiming ‘she can feel your tight pussy clenching on her’.

you push back onto sev as she pulls in and out of you. the water between the two of you splashing as she thirsts into you.

‘been waiting all day for me huh?’ the blunt the two of you were once smoking was long gone by now. sevikas only focus being you and your gorgeous body. you push back onto her roughly. chasing the release you had been waiting so long for.

‘more, please sev!’ you whine. and at your command her fingers are rubbing tight circling around your sensitive bud as you back urself onto her.

‘how’s that feel princess?’

‘so close! please sev!’

‘you can let go baby, go on and make a mess on my cock for me.’ your eyes shut instinctively. mumbling small prayers of her name as she fuck you so good. white cream fades into the water of the hot tub.

‘fuck fuck fuck sevika ! eagh- oh god~.’

‘oh ur so pretty when u cum.’

her hands are tangled in your hair pulling you to the side to see your face as you cum all over her.

A/n: i don’t know how to end any of my fics. I apologize. I absolutely hate writing after care it’s so boring 😭‼️ also mootie who requested this I want to be ur best friend. 🤗

[lovelytsunoda]

i want candy // lando norris

summary: two podiums in a row for her lover boy. it’s time to celebrate.

pairing: lando norris x female reader

warnings: pure smut, but also giggly and kind of giddy.

“I mean, I stopped counting max’s wins like three races ago so in my books, you’re the big winner.” she laughs, settling across from him on the bed.

“if only the fia saw it that way.” lando laughed, clinking his glass against hers before tilting the champagne to his lips. “but two p2s in a row isn’t too bad, is it?”

“I’m proud of you, lando norris.”

lando smiled, leaning in to kiss her softly. “I’m glad you’re here.”

they crossed their arms over each others, chugging back their glasses. landos thumb rested on her upper thigh, near the hem of her tennis dress as he rubbed gentle circles on her skin. he leaned in, growling playfully as he sucked a hickey onto her neck.

“lando!” she giggled, jumping slightly at the contact against her sensitive skin, dropping the glass and frowning as the champagne worked its way across her skin, dripping onto the hotel bedspread.

“sorry, love.” he laughs, leaning down to lick up the champagne on her thigh.

she moans at the contact, placing the now empty glass on her nightstand before she leans back against the pillows, going up her skirt as lando sucks and kicks his way up her thigh, leaving hickeys and the stick of alcohol in his wake.

“come claim your prize, podium sitter:” she laughs, opening her thighs wider to expose the glittery orange panties she’s wearing. “it’s all for you, pretty boy.”

lando bites his bottom lip, hungry hands reaching to pull down her soaked panties, trying his best not to tear them.”

“lando..” she whined “you’re going too slowly.”

lando giggled, nuzzling his face into her thigh with a kiss. “I forgot how needy champagne makes you.”

“oh fuck off.” she laughs, reaching over to ruffle his hair. “please, lando.”

the driver crept his way up her thigh, blowing cool air over her clit, relishing in watching her drip onto the bedsheets. he leaned in and kissed her sopping core softly, gently teasing her with his tongue.

“you taste just like candy, love. and I want more.”

he kissed her again with even more intensity, slipping his tongue inside of her as she let out a hearty moan, arching her back from the bed before landos large hands pressed her back towards the mattress.

“lando!” she whined “fuck, god, please keep doing that.”

he grinned, witching his focus higher to suck her clit, sneaking a few fingers inside her while he was distracted. she moaned heartily, thighs threatening to close around his head as he rapidly plunged his fingers in and out of her opening, appendages covered in evidence of her arousal.

“try and keep your thighs open, baby. be a good girl for me.” lando cooed, pinching her clit with his free hand.

she screamed his name, bucking against his fingers and fighting the urge to touch her hard nipples underneath her dress. she settled for clutching the sheets, fingers becoming stiff from how hard she clutches the pristine white fabric.

it still astounded her how quickly lando could reduce her to this babbling moaning mess. she doesn’t beg, ever, but somehow lando could get her chanting ‘please’ like it was the only word in the dictionary, like it was a prayer for salvation.

“I can feel you clenching around my fingers, pretty girl.” lando chuckled, picking up the pace he was scissoring his fingers at, changing up the rhythm for better sensations, ones he knew would push her over the edge. “is my good girl going to come for me? come on my fingers, love, don’t be scared. soak my fingers in your come.”

“oh god!” she whines, things finally closing in around her lover as he uses his thumb to draw desperate circles on her clit, her fingers pulling on his curls, a growl leaving his throat. “lando, I’m gonna-“

“that’s it, pretty one. come for me. come, come. I’m the only one who can make you feel this good.”

“yes, god, lando, only you.” she babbled, unable to say much else as she came, walls contracting around landos fingers. “only you.”

he pulled his fingers out, slipping them into his mouth and sucking her juices off them. her eyes rolled back at the sight as lando positioned himself above her, a noticeable tent in his trousers.

“now look what you’ve done, pretty girl.” he chuckled, kissing her softly, allowing her to pull him into his arms. “I think you should take that dress off and let me unwrap the rest of my prize, because there’s no way in hell I’m done with you yet.”

TAGS:

@magnummagnussen @diorleclerc @thatsdemko @sidcrosbyspuck @scuderiamh @scuderiasundays @lorarri @oconso @silverstonesainz @userlando @httpiastri

[stolasdearest]

Hi! Would you be willing to do a Lucifer smut? I see a lot where Lucifer has a praise kink, but would you do one where the reader has one? I want him to call us good girl/good boy/good pet Thank u thank u <3

Lucifer x Reader˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥

I'm so nervous about this. I love this idea tho <3

Warnings: not proofread, Lilliths first time ever writing smut

READER IS FEM BECAUSE IM AFAB AND I CANT DO MALE SMUT HELP

The soft satin covers flush against the skin of your back as you look up at him, Lucifer, the king of hell as he panted on top of you; his hair messily falling over his face as his delicate soft hands ran over your body, the man purring as he soaked in your form; his tail whipping behind him. Leaning into your ear; pushing himself further into you as you whined he whispered

"you're so pretty so for me, my little angel..~"

Your arms made their way around his neck as your hot rigid breath fans against his ear, his thrusts into your core, slow and sharp as his hand clasped yours, his other hand on your hip keeping you in place.

"always so good and tight for me, taking me so well, aren't you baby?"

You whined as a chill ran down your spine; hands tangled in his golden locks and your legs tightly wrapped around his waist.

"use your words, pretty girl"

A groan poured out your throat at the teasing, inhaling a breathless gasp as his thumb finds your sensitive nub and circles his thumb painfully slow.

"fuck—"

His pace picked up as he placed kisses along your neck; his hand grabbing your jaw before kissing you tenderly, he pulled back with a smirk and a glint in his eyes; his hips snapping into yours sending vibrations of pleasure over your body pulling moans and groans out of you. His slow movements on your clit never seizing; his lips meet your collarbone, leaving marks on your delicate skin as you grip his shoulders

"Lucifer! I— I'm gonna cum, please"

His low chuckle vibrated against your neck as his pace quickened further, using his now free hand to angle your thigh; hitting that perfect spot, a loud moan echoing in the room

"Yeah you can cum, C'mon. Be a good girl and come for me hm?"

His hoarse voice throwing you over the edge you tensed under him as the knot in your stomach came undone; back arching as you cried his name like a prayer; his hands finding your hips chasing his own orgasm quickly and biting your shoulder as he spilled himself into you. His movement came to a stop, his breathing uneven as the covers crinkled in his fist

"fuck— you're so good for me, sweetheart"

Authors note : SCREAMING AND CRYING I HOPE THIS WAS... LIKE, GOOD ISTG I HOPE THIS DOESNT SUCCKCKSKS

Tag list : @charlessuu @k1y0yo @ihavetoomanyfictionalcrushes

[cupids-archives]

ugh i love ur writing sm!! could u do a macaque oneshot w a kitty reader whos a virgin? and too sensitive for her own good :(( - 🩰

cw: oral, fingering, mentions of fluid and hypersensitivity, over stimulation, brief mention of kidnapping, dubious consent.

maybe he’s a sadist. Or this is some sort of sick joke.

your ears twitched, a reflex you’ve had whenever your body sensed danger, you knew from the moment he sat you down. Pulling down cute little pink skirt that something was wrong.

Macaque had some sort of glint in his eyes once you suddenly whimpered you were a virgin, he could’ve known as soon he saw your little pussy, but you were sooo nervous that you had to shout it out before he could even get to the best part.

“aww, really? You’re so adorable.” He pushes one thick furry finger against your white underwear, nudging against your clit. You whine— it’s pathetic really. He just groans at the sound, your face welling with thick tears. God he can almost cum right there.

“It’s really a wonder how you’re a virgin.. your telling my nobody has ravished this pretty pussy yet? Please.”

“no, no I’m not lying, I’m really sensitive right there—“

He circles his finger around, watching as your body moves against you and presses itself onto it, desperate to find relief even from his single digit. “Oh? What’s this? Have you been pent up lately?”

Of course you don’t respond , your eyes rolling into your head as his finger leaves you, instead focusing on removing your soaked panties.

Macaque leaned down, becoming face to face with your pussy, his hot breath felt torturous against your bottom, but not more than when he stuck his tounge out to kitten lick your entrance, his fur sticking to your clit and you couldn’t resist but hold on to it.

His pace was vigorous. Pulling at your tail until you echoed his name like prayer. His mouth sapped up any fluids he could reach, his left hand curling inside you,while his mouth laid waste to your aching clit.

“please! I wanna cum!” You couldn’t even talk to him earlier but now your back arched against the bed, humping your captors face with your tounge lolled and your eyes closed and tightend. He removed his fingers and flicked at your clit with his rough tongue, looking up as you came undone. Your cum leaving a wonderful taste on his heightened senses.

“if you reacted like that to my tongue, your going to feel amazing on my cock my love.”

you don’t do anything but spread your legs, your brain mumbled, maybe you subconsciously think macaques your mate? but you crawl until your stomach, lifting your ass up, presenting your wet pussy to him,

“Fuck. Is this what horny little kitties do when they want their masters cock?”

You didn’t even register when he took his own pants off, but your breath hitches in your throat when his tip presses against your entrance. “Please be gentle…” you mumble into the bed.

“I’ll try.” He’s swift when he envelops himself inside you. Your body caging around his as you try and match his thrusts. He’s much slower than you imagined, only as in attempt to not hurt you in your first time together, it’s no use though his cock stretches you in a way nothing else can’t. His top pressing against your cervix with ease, all while he whispers sweet nothings into your ear. “You’re so perfect my love, I’m so glad you’re here with me—god. I wanna put a baby in your little pussy— fuck!”

You grip onto the sheets, claws coming out as you cum onto his cock, your mouth wide. He’s soon to follow, squeezing your hips against his own and you can almost feel his cum entering your womb.

[redr0sewrites]

”want a pretty femme under me while i squeeze her neck and rut into her with my biggest strap” THE HARLEY QUINN COMMENT. i’m gone. No because she would want the biggest strap too UHDHSHH elaborate pls id love to hear that for research 😁😁

🥀A/n: im going to platonically kiss u through the screen for putting this in my inbox i literally need to elaborate AURGH SHES SOOOO

🥀(based off this post)

🥀Cw: smut, fem!reader, wlw smut, strap, soorta size kink, bratty sub!Harley

🥀men and minors dni

now, Harley is very intelligent, but you can't tell me Harley wouldn't be soooo bratty- just for funsies! like she would try her best to piss you off, make you jealous, tease you and act all ditzy and airheaded when questioned about it all in the hopes of getting fucked stupid- and it works!!

she's sobbing as your silicone dick splits her in half, pawing at your tits and toying with your nipples while you fuck her until she's babbling- she's loud too, all whiny and pissed about how your going too slow, not fucking her hard enough, and the only way to shut her up is a firm hand around her throat- and oh does she love it

i just know Harley would drag one of your hands (that were placed so firmly on her hips just moments prior) up towards her neck, begging you with wide eyes to squeeze

"are you sure?" "toots, if you don't fuck me right now i swear-"

she loves being gagged, manhandled, slapped and fucked silly. her fave position is mating press, solely so she can simultaneously watch your tits jiggle and your cock slide in and out of her pretty pussy!

i also think she's partial to doggy style, Harley has a nice ass and she knows it. loves when your forcing her to arch her back, her ass rippling with every thrust as she drools into the sheets, your strap so deep inside her she's seeing stars

size is definitely a factor for Harley- not only does she want your biggest strap, she would want your weirdest and kinkiest strap too. she would buy one of those ridiculous monster cocks, tentacles, veins, ridges, the whole nine yards, and would beg you to fuck her with it

"o-oh! ffuck me harder, can y-you? please-" Harley babbles, holding up her legs with ease as you fuck her cunt with your strap. the sloppy thwap! of her pussy squelching around your silicone dick fills the room, only fueling your lust.

you tighten your grip on her neck, watching the nasty grin on her face widen as she struggles to breathe. you both know she's aching to be marked, covered, and painted in bruises from your rough treatment, and your happy to oblige. tears stream down her face from the addicting mixture of pain and pleasure as her mind grows foggy from her nearing orgasm.

your free hand trails down towards her clit, pressing down hard on her aching pearl. Harley's eyes roll back into her head as she squeals your name, makeup all smudged from crying. the tightening in her abdomen is almost unbearable, she's so so close-

your pace slows, and your grip on her neck loosens enough for her to take a few deep breaths. she lets out an indignant whine, trying to rock harder against your strap, but you keep to your slower pace. it's not enough to push her to the edge, but not too little for her orgasm to fade entirely.

"how many times have you cum tonight, honey?" your words are sickeningly sweet, but she knows that this is a test.

"ssssix..?" Harley slurs, looking up at your face and giving a dopey smile. "your so prettyy, 'need you s'bad, i wanna cum," she pleads, rolling her hips against yours.

you chuckle, leaning down to kiss her before speeding up your pace, rewarding her for her correct answer.

"good job, baby, you did so good f'me. you can cum again, now, how many times will that be?"

"s-seven- ffuck-"

"oh, good girl-" you speed up even more, circling her clit with precision. Harley's thighs clench as the cord in her stomach draws taught, and then snaps. her sobs and moans fill the room as her orgasm ripples throughout her entire body. she screams your name like a prayer, pussy drooling all over your strap as she squirts, covering your lower half in her slick.

as she begins to come down from her high, you coo softly, waiting for her to come back to the present. you know she gets lost in subspace more often than not, and needs a few minutes to recover. in that time, you slide out gently, admiring the slick and cum coating your strap.

"you okay, baby?" you whisper, and Harley nods.

"mhm. c'mere, i wanna cuddle," Harley pouts as you shake your head, removing your harness and standing up. "we should clean up first, you made a bit of a mess," you tease, and Harley whines, but obliges. you lean in to press a kiss to her forehead.

"i love you, y'know that?"

"yeah, yeah, toots, i love ya too. now let's get a bath running, i feel a little.. sticky- bleh".

sorry this is lowkey short n the ending is horrendous im fighting for my life trying to characterize her ♥️ i love you harley quinn you deserve the world but you'll have to accept my mid fanfics instead 😔

[chaosology]

lurking ii

sam kerr x reader (social media)

sorry for such a wait? hope it is ok, you know i love a slowburn :) more to come. part i is here | materlist

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dailymailau Matilda’s Skipper Sam Kerr and the team has touched down in Perth ahead of Friday’s game. See the rest now 👉📷

kerrmylife mums home finally, the kids missed you

y/nlovies omg

margotmyheart need all the famous aussies to get together rn

liked by myy/n, samanthakerr20 and 842,220 others

y/nofficial back in the motherland!

harinef we miss you ☹️

mybestbarbie Does this mean she’s back in Perth?

mothery/n yes!! that’s where she grew up

alannakennedy So lovely to meet you! ❤️

y/nofficial ⚽️ ⚽️

wifeykerr 👀

mothery/n let sam and y/n meet please :’)

elliecarpenter 🥰🥰

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y/nkerrtruther had to make an IG for all my detective work, but i swear my faves are hanging out!! Sam deleted her story so quick but it’s definitely the same place the team was eating at 👀 👀

mothery/n i’d actually die if we had proof of them even slightly interacting

kerrkerrkerr frrr i’d actually die

y/nkerrtruther keep up the prayer circles guys it’s paying off

emilia.jodes such a reach but ok

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y/nupdatesig CONFIRMED ✅ Y/N was hanging out with the Australian soccer team today!

y/nlovies yay!!! this is so cute

hesflower oh so she goes on holiday while Harry suffers after the break up? never liked her anyway

y/nupdatesig it’s literally her hometown… she’s visiting family

harrykisses she moved on way to fast for my taste… like bitch u should be CRYING

tillies.2023 grow the fuck up omg

leila.russle my faves together 😭

stylesy/l/n4ever did you see that blind that they posted earlier???

y/nlovies no i don’t follow Deuxmoi :(

mothery/n i just reposted it !!!

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mothery/n posted by Deuxmoi. Hoping the delulu H*rry fans hop off her dick 🙏

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[youremyheaven]

Any word of advice for Sun girlies how to protect herself from evil eye?

light bubble meditation!! always visualise a circle of light around yourself. one of the best ways to build your "aura" or cultivate magnetism is to have an energy shield around you at all times. it's not rocket science, just close your eyes and visualise light surrounding you and keeping you protected.

some of the next tips are a little out there but if you're so inclined do try them:

Basil/Tulsi is known for its cleansing properties and we use it a lot in India. I recommend putting a stem of basil in your pillow (my nightmares went away after I did this) or putting a stem of basil in your bra when you go out (or your pocket). It's a powerful remedy against evil eye.

Consecrate an object of your choice, preferably something small and dainty (a crystal, a sea shell, a pebble, a feather, you don't want to pick something that carries any karmic energy) by chanting to it, meditating with it and suffusing it with your energy. Then carry it with you everywhere, in your bag or purse or whatever. It's like a good luck charm that's custom made for u

Pray to your Ishta devata. Sally Kempton talks a lot about goddess worship and I suggest watching her videos or reading her book Awakening Shakti but this is life changing!!! Obviously its not wise to casually dabble in Hinduism and deity worship so please study them, read as much as you can and gather as much info as you can. You'll naturally feel drawn to one Goddess over others and praying to her will keep you protected. Bhakti (devotion) is the greatest armour. I have called upon the goddess during times of immense turmoil and she's always helped me navigate with grace BUT you should never make a deity feel "used". If you're praying, pray everyday, not just when something goes wrong. Think of it as a relationship you build with someone. You have to show up and communicate with them everyday, only then will they want to be your aid in times of need. Give thanks. Always.

Black thread. I guess this could again count as appropriating Hinduism but 😬 compared to deity worship, this is nothing. Here's an article explaining it. Basically, wearing a black thread on your left leg will keep nazar away.

Burn incense/sage bc it purifies the energy of the space

SALT also cleanses. take a bath after mixing a few spoons of salt in the water and watch the effect it has on u.

The thing about evil eye is that it affects people who are spiritually fragile. They do not have an energy shield protecting them so they're susceptible to every kind of influence (they're easily influenced) and suffer the consequences of negativity more than others. Some people thrive in life no matter how much shit is thrown at them. Nothing affects them much. Others crumble easily in the face of even the smallest hardship or bitterness. That's bc they're spiritually weak. You have to build a spiritual base that is so strong nothing can shake you. Evil eye can't hurt you if your relationship with the divine is 💪🏼strong af bc God is bigger than any evil. And perhaps many of you dabble in astrology for fun and don't believe in God but vedic astrology kind of requires a relationship with the divine. Literally the remedy for any kind of issue in your birth chart is to pray.

I feel like many people have a passive understanding of prayer but it's a very purposeful exercise of faith. Finding time in your day and devoting it to God is a way to engage in conversation with yourself. If you hate/are afraid of God, that is a reflection of you and what you've been raised to believe. Once you really get into it, you'll understand that God is love and honestly prayer time is the happiest time of the day for me. My heart feels so full. Whenever I don't pray, I feel so closed off bc my heart is longing for that supreme love. You make your life feel purposeful by acting with intention and making the ordinary sacred and ritualising experiences. If you live like nothing matters, that's what will be reflected back. Your world and what you make of your experiences is a reflection of you 🫶 so make a temple of your mind

Sorry for long ramble but yk that's how I am by now 😌🤪

[kingjasnah]

no i SUPER agree w u on the tone shift in wat, my only hope is that it's more jarring in little weekly doses than it will be when we get the full text and can sort of immerse ourselves in it 🤞 (also anti-syladin prayer circle please almighty do not let brandon do this)

i hope so? i cant keep reading kaladin chapters like is this actually fr out of character or did all that trauma he just processed turn him into someone who actually says these things?

syladin for me is frustrating bc i am a hater (sorry it is not for me) but if the entire book was just syl and kaladin i wouldnt be mad. they are the core of the series i just need it to not read stupid awkward.

[babizzxx]

mutuals prayer circle that i wake up no longer sick . Please i will give u $5

[midnight-black2]

HIII IM SO GLAD YOURE BACK 🫶

prompt #8 with kai please 🙏 u can choose whether they're playing spin the bottle or seven minutes in heaven

mwah thank you 😚

𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄

pairing : kai (voyagers) x reader

synopsis : uhh what the req says

disclaimers : kissing, mentions of sex, pretty mild since it's just spin the bottle lol

note : sorry this took me like three days to post ! i finished it, and lowkey forgot to schedule it for posting like a dumbass bro. anyways, enjoy !

everyone had gathered in a circle, wearing excited grins and cheeky smirks. zach had told you all about a game named "spin the bottle," which was apparently common back on earth. it was a game that involved kissing, which was enough to persuade the entire crew to play. ever since everyone stopped taking the blue, the idea of any physical contact seemed heavenly.

zach placed an empty glass bottle in the middle, that he managed to snag from the cafeteria. everybody watched the boy move, awaiting his next action.

"the rules of this game are simple. you spin the bottle, and whoever it lands on, you have to kiss," zach explained, wearing a smirk as all eyes were on him. it was forbidden, and almost felt sinful to kiss another person, and that's exactly why everyone was so eager to play. it was now their chance to revolt. you, on the other hand, were simply in it for the ride. i mean, you'd be lying if you said the idea of kissing someone turned you off, because it certainly didn't. however, you weren't actively seeking for someone to make out with.

"now who's going first?" asked zach, looking around the circle. eyes flitted around the group, and only one was willing to volunteer.

"i will," kai stated confidently, as his mouth contorted into the same smirk zach wore. everyone turned to him, and he seemed to like the attention. without another word, he got up, and gave the bottle a forceful spin.

it was awhile until the bottle came to a stop, and you weren't paying much attention. you were picking at your nails, oh so confident that the bottle wouldn't land on you. but, when you felt many eyes burning into you, you had finally looked up.

and there everyone was, staring at you.

and there the bottle was, also staring at you. the tip was directly in front of you. there was no mistaking that it landed on you. when you had met eyes with kai, he had this complacent look. you sighed, because you were secretly praying that you wouldn't have to actually end up kissing anyone. unfortunately, your prayers were not heard.

although...there was a fortunate side to this. kai was an attractive man, it was just his attitude that made you want to slap the absolute shit out of him. and now, with everyone staring at you intently, you had finally gotten up. kai followed suit, and you two met in the middle of the circle. everyone was whispering amongst themselves, waiting for one of you to actually do something.

kai was unmoving, there was something holding him back, but his eyes flickered between yours and your lips. so that left you, and without another thought, you attached your lips to his. he kissed you back with a sort of fervor you couldn't miss. he let out a very very small noise, that nobody else but you heard. it was a high-pitched hum, which made you kiss him even harder.

your hand flew to the back of his head, forcing him closer to you, as his hands rested at either side of your face. almost subconsciously, you had slipped your tongue into his mouth, and he invited it. you could feel his smirk against your lips, but at that point you didn't even care. it was insatiable, and you hadn't noticed just how long you two had been at it until someone had cleared their throat in the circle.

you pulled away, and the both of you were breathless. it was awkward, but i suppose all things after everyone stopped taking the blue were. there was kissing, and hickeys, and even sex. it was so animalistic, and at the end of the day, you were all just teenagers. no one knew what they were really doing.

"surprised you guys didn't just fuck then and there," zach said, and everybody erupted into chuckles and soft laughter. you felt a twinge of embarrassment pool in the pit of your stomach, but you didn't let it show. as you went to sit back down, kai did the same. eventually, the night progressed, and it became less and less weird. the game was almost...entertaining.

the entire rest of the game, kai couldn't take his eyes off of you. he was checking you out, and not so subtly. god, this was exactly what you didn't need.

and it was then that you knew, your relations with kai would not end at just kissing...

𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 © 𝐤𝐲𝐚-𝐢𝐬-𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐥

𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐲? 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

𝐩𝐭.𝟐 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭? 🌚

[perpetuelledaydreaming]

18 | chapter seventeenth

summary: not everything's so easy, not with you placing walls and billy not telling you what he thinks.

warnings: light smuttt.

listen to: How do I make you love me - The Weeknd | Go fuck yourself - Two Feet | U- Kendrick Lamar | Bad Romance - Lady Gaga (playlist here)

Please go look at the playlist, I revamped it all so you can read the chapters with the new songs and also maybe give your guesses of what's coming next given the songs?

word count: 4.2k

series masterlist + read the next chapter early on my ko-fi!!

Billy’d debated for the past few weeks what his favorite sound was. It was always between your laughter or your moans, couldn’t quite decide what he loved more. Though, today was the first day that you’d moaned his name as you ground against him while you kissed him in his Camaro. He’d suggested the first time the week prior after your debate, he parked at the farthest spot he could so no one would be able to see how you climbed into or where you went. Billy’d find a quiet place near the forest on the side of a less occupied road. It was always during lunchtime since you’d realized that making out or doing more in some places at school would simply make you have a panic attack eventually and you truly needed to work during detention since you’d been called out by the Principal saying that the last three detentions you’d barely made any progress. 

You tried not to laugh but there was a hint of a smile on Billy’s lips as he thought about what you’d done in the library. Therefore, the Camaro would become your routine. Lunchtime arrived, you would tell Eddie or Robin, depending on who you were walking to lunch with that you needed to study for something since you didn’t have time because of detention; meanwhile, Billy would tell the people he wanted to be alone, snap at them if they’d any questions and drive the Camaro to where you would usually meet. 

A few cars would pass here and there but they wouldn’t blink an eye at the Camaro, the speed that would usually drive through the road wouldn’t give them the time to actually check out what was happening inside of the Camaro. 

They wouldn’t be able to see both of your legs curled up on Billy’s side, one hand wedged between both of your chests while the other weaved its way into Billy’s curls, tugging slightly as he kissed you roughly. His hands seared into your hips, digging into your sides as your skirts or dresses or shirts -depending on the day, would ride up a bit as he pushed his whole body against yours. 

The kisses were reckless, breathless, thunders, pure gasoline. Part of you hated it, hated how much your body craved him and that no one had made you feel like he could. You recalled the first day you’d met him, how you knew that he had broken so many hearts before, how you knew that he tossed girls aside without any care in the world and how you’d sworn to yourself that you wouldn’t be another one of the bunch.

And yet, there you were. His name spilled from your lips like it was a prayer. 

You definitely hadn’t learned anything. 

Instead, the need had begrudgingly only grown stronger, developing into an everyday kind of thing over the course of the past week and a half. As much as it pained you to believe it, you couldn’t keep your hands off of him and you wished he’d never take his hands off of you.

“Billy,” you breathed against his mouth, as you gyrated your hips on his lap in slow circles. Absolutely loved the way he seemed to respond, he was so hard that you could barely focus by the way he was pressing against you. 

You pressed your lips harder against his as Billy’s hands moved up and down your sides, into your hair then back down again. He wanted to touch you everywhere, all at once, every square inch of your body; which only made you want him more. You tug at his neck pulling him into you as closely as you possibly could. Billy makes some strained sound before he pulled your hips harder against him. He can feel you, your underwear wrecked allowing him to feel how warm and wet and willing you were; you moaned and breathed against the other’s mouth. 

Billy knew he wanted to have you, he knew how much he wanted you and if it was with any other girl, he thought he might’ve done something already about it. But this was you, Billy simply felt like he could wait a little longer, pleasing you got him off just fine but as the days passed, his will became stronger. 

“You’re making this so hard,” Billy whispered before he was sucking on your neck and you were tugging at his hair, he sucked on the flesh of your chest as he nudged the sweater you were wearing down before he was pushing the shoulder of your sweater a bit down, exposing one of the cups of your bralette. 

“What?” you teased innocently as you cupped his face softly, forcing him to look up from your chest before pressing your lips to his jaw while still straddling him. 

“You’re such trouble, princess,” Billy smiled as he placed his large on the nape of your neck as guided you down to kiss you senselessly. 

Both of you smile into the kiss before Billy lets go of you, focusing on your chest that was littered with a few hickies he’d left there, just to remind you of him when you were alone. He loved it, to know that he’d marked you and that underneath those nice and preppy clothes that you wore, he was there. You often complained but you secretly loved it too. 

“Billy,” you whined as he kissed over the bralette, loving how you were arching your back toward him. 

For a moment, you realized how much Billy made you forget about everything around you. It didn’t matter if you were kissing senselessly, or if he was talking with you about a new song he’d heard on the radio, or if you were just close while reading your respective things; time seemed to fade away when you were close with him. 

Everything just paused, it was just you and him. 

You let out a shaky breath as you opened your eyes to see him working on you but as you were about to look down, from the distance you saw a familiar car driving up to where you were. 

As it got a bit closer to you, you realized whose it was. 

“Fuck,” you gasped before you were pushing Billy by his chest and you were climbing down from his lap. Billy was startled for a moment as he saw how you were dropping to your knees in the Camaro, climbing down his body. 

Effectively, you managed to hide, hiding your head on Billy’s lap as Craig’s car passed next to the Camaro. Your breathing was harsh, your heart probably was about to pop from your chest as you shook softly. The last time that Craig had found you while doing something you shouldn’t, you’d almost ended up in the hospital and it’d been the reason why you’d moved to Hawkins. He would probably kill you if he found out that you were sneaking out from school to go and make out with the resident bad boy of Hawkins. 

Billy noticed your harsh breathing right away, your pinched lips, and the distress in your eyes. He frowned softly as he stared at the car that had just passed in front of you, he recognized it from the time he went to your place. Something was up. Billy sighed as he softly pushed some stray hairs from your face as he looked down at you, observing you under him as you caught your breath for a moment. He got worried for a second, his mind wondering if you were having a panic attack but you were a little bit calmer than the first time he’d seen you get one, he, unfortunately, opted for light humor instead. 

“So, listen,” Billy started, making you look up to him. “I’m really not complaining but I wanted it to be special,” Billy said with a smirk. 

You glared at him. “Shut up,” you grumbled before you were climbing out of his legs and placed yourself on the passenger’s seat. 

Billy frowned at you, he opened his mouth but then choose to close it before he decided to start closing his shirt and rearranging his pants. You sighed as you began to fix yourself again, at the end of the day you would both need to be in class in less than twenty minutes. 

“What’s the deal with him?” Billy asked, turning to you as he turn on the engine. 

“With who?” you answered, it was clear as day that you were trying to play stupid, that you didn’t want to touch on whatever could’ve happened with your step-father but it only made Billy even more curious. 

“Your stepfather, you were hiding from him,” he explained as he began to drive you back to school.

You sighed, refusing to look at him while you gazed through the window. Billy tried to focus on the road but his eyes were searching for something in your face, any type of hint or clue that could clock him into what you were thinking. He’d come to find that you had even taller and stronger walls than him, you’d talked through the time that you’d spent together about many things but it was mostly kept at surface level or at small comments here and there, nothing too heavy or too personal. 

“I don’t want to talk about it,” you huffed as you looked farther into the forest, you were willing to hide your emotions by donning a casual tone. 

But Billy could read you, even through the harsh walls that you kept up, he could read you sometimes. He wasn’t sure how he did it and why it was with you that he felt such kinship but yet he did. He understood that there was something that was hurting you, a deep gash on your heart because you looked as white as a sheet, Billy could see it as his eyes flickered from the road to you. 

“Okay but you know that you can talk to me, right?” Billy stated, watching you softly as he parked in the usual spot he did. 

You would usually get out of the car as fast as you possibly could, making sure that no one would actually see you, especially now with the elections for class president being in just two weeks. No one could see you with him but today, you didn’t slip out of the car as you usually did. 

“I can?” you asked with a frown as you gazed back at Billy. 

He shrugged, his lips tight for a second before his eyes met yours. It was strange, how nervous you made him when you were looking at him like that, even though he’d been buried between your legs, he was still nervous about it. 

“Yeah, we are kind of friends, no?” he asked. 

“We are?”

Billy’s eyes narrowed while he frowned. “Stop answering my questions with questions,” he grumbled and you pinched the bridge of your nose. 

“I’m sorry, it’s just,” you sighed as you looked away for a second, your hands nervously twiddling with your sweater. “I didn’t think that we could, I thought we were just messing around,”

Billy pursed his lips. Just messing around, that was it? He thought to himself. He knew that you hadn’t had any real conversation regarding the stage of your relationship but he couldn’t help to feel his chest tighten as he heard what you believed it was. 

“Well, we are but,” 

“Yeah, and no one can know so I don’t think we need to talk about it,” you stated seriously while looking at him. 

Billy held his breath as he looked at you. It shouldn’t be fair, it shouldn’t be like this, at least not with you. And yet he didn’t know what to do or how to say that it wasn’t just messing around. 

“Right,” he finally breathed out as he looked away while you gave him a quick nod and climbed down off the Camaro. 

You felt your heart squeezing on your chest as you climbed down off the Camaro before you gazed back at Billy who was still looking away from you. He was so hard to read these days, not that he was ever easy to read but you couldn’t tell whether or not he agreed with what you’d said. It was even stranger that even though you knew exactly how far whatever you had was able to go, part of you longed for him to disagree with you but you still didn’t know exactly what you wanted him to say.

You walked away with that in your mind, not as attentive as you usually were but you truly couldn’t care that day enough to sneak around; you’d been there many times before and no one had said anything, you truly believed nothing would happen. Unbeknownst to you, though, there was always someone watching.

The day went on as usual, except for the fact that Billy didn’t come that day to Peaches as you’d hoped he did. You, though, tried not to mind. Telling yourself that it was okay if he had chosen not to see you, even though when you got out of cheerleading practice, you’d notice his Camaro still at school so you knew for a fact that he was in basketball practice. 

That night you took your bike for a run, as you tried to take your mind off Billy and what you’d talked about. You often feared getting closer to people, even more, now when you’d been hurt so many times before and with Billy… the thought of him hurting you petrified you. You were cautious, it was in your nature, you knew how much appearances could deceit you and with Billy, it seemed like his appearance matched with what you thought of him; even as you felt something, you didn’t know if you could trust him. 

You barely slept that night, tossing and turning in your bed as you thought about Billy’s eyes. When you arrived at school that day, you realized that you can finally breathe, you felt like you’d been gasping for air since the day before. 

You climbed down off your bike fairly quickly, walkman covering your ears as you blast music to keep your brain from thinking about Billy too much. Maybe that’s why you don’t notice the whispers or the stares as you enter the school; maybe, part of it is because you’d gotten used to people looking at you but at least not in the magnitude that they were currently watching you. 

It goes unnoticed by you until you reached your locker, taking some books out as you sighed tiredly when you realized that you had detention with Billy in the afternoon. You think about what to say that day if you were going to be brave enough to go to the Camaro, though you lose your train of thought as you are suddenly turned by a pair of hands on your shoulders. 

You flinch slightly as you find yourself being pressed against the locker by Robin, her eyes wide and frantic as her mouth moves. With your headphones still in your ears, you can barely listen to her and she notices your expression right away before she’s yanking your headphones off. 

“What the fuck, Robin?” you grumble as you take the headphones from her hand. 

You weren’t in a good mood that day, being startled in such a manner wasn’t a good way to start your day. Though, you do notice that she doesn’t care, ignoring your question completely before she speaks. 

“Are you sleeping with Billy Hargrove?” Robin asked. 

Your heart sunk as you stared back at Robin, your mind running a hundred miles per hour as you wondered what to say. Lie. No, Robin would be able to see the lie in your eyes. Don’t even entertain the idea of it. 

“What?” you ask her, your voice a bit wavery as you frowned. 

“I said, are you-”

“I know what you said!” you grumbled, your brows still furrowed. “Why would you think that!?”

Robin relaxed a bit, her grip on you being less strong than before. She was believing you, you just needed to nudge her more into it. 

“Everyone’s talking about how you were climbing down from his Camaro yesterday at lunch and since Billy’s been missing from lunch and you too, everyone’s wondering if,”

You didn’t let her finish, you needed to squash the rumor hard, and fast because there was no way that you could be associated with Hargrove. He could be the most popular kid at the school but you needed to keep your campaign clean and without associating yourself with one of the main bullies of the school; even more, in a small town like that you knew that rumors ran fast, you couldn’t allow it to get to the ears of Craig.

“Well, I mean I just went out with him to talk about our English project,” you explained to Robin who nodded softly, seemingly believing you completely. “You know that I can't stand him, right?” you lied as you watched Robin letting go of you. 

“Yeah,” she reasoned and you finally take a deep breath as you take her hand in yours.  

“Help me shut this down, please,” you pleaded with her, your jaw tight as you think about the ramifications of not being as careful as before. “No one can be thinking that!”

True to her word, Robin helped you through the day as you kept on receiving different looks and comments from people. You’d talked with each and every one of your study group in each class, you would bring up the topic in any way you could as always it wasn’t too obvious but you would clearly refuse any kind of association with Billy. 

“No way people are saying that!” “I can’t stand him, that’s why we fought in the cafeteria,” “He’s a bully, there’s no way that I could be friends with him,” “No, it’s about a stupid English project that Mrs. Clarke put us in,” “Yeah, he wishes,” “He’s been with every popular girl at the school, I don’t want to be another,”

There was a bitter taste in your mouth each time you finished a conversation where you denied that Billy was somehow close to you. You wondered how he’d been reacting to the rumors, you hadn’t really seen much of him that day, and when you went to your locker before lunch there wasn’t any note that let you know he was waiting for you in the Camaro. Part of you wanted to pretend that it was okay what you were doing, that it was okay to not have any association with him whatsoever, ignoring how your heartache each time you repeated that he’d been slutty and that you wouldn’t be another one of the bunch. 

And yet you were. 

By lunchtime, you just had to deal with one last group: The cheerleading squad. If the rumors had to end it should be there with some of the popular girls in the school. 

“So, what you’re saying is that you weren’t in the Camaro with him,” Erica, one of Chrissy’s best friends asked as you sat down at the table as poked her lunch. 

You rolled your eyes, you were aware of the skepticism in her voice, the lingering sarcasm. 

“I was but we were discussing our English project,” you replied as you narrowed your eyes at her. “How would you feel if there was a rumor like that about you?”

Chrissy quickly wrapped an arm around your shoulder, giving you a soft squeeze as she narrowed her eyes at Erica too. 

“You know, we don’t believe it, right?”

“Thank you, Chrissy,” you replied with a soft smile. 

Riley, one of the other girls giggled, though. “I would’ve liked it if the rumor was about me, Billy is so attractive,” she gushed, her hands on her heart as she swooned. 

“Yeah, until he’s dumping you for the next girl,” Jessica, another girl who had probably been with Billy given her sullen features spoke. 

“I’m pretty sure it was Tina who started the rumor,” Tammy commented and everyone at the table nodded. 

You frowned. 

“Tina?”

Chrissy pointed you to one of the girls that sat on the table for the popular kids, along with Jason, Carole, Tommy, and Billy. “She was with Billy during summer,” she explained to you. 

You’d seen her glaring at you before and you were sure that you had some classes with her, she belonged to Billy’s group, popular ones. You now understood, the reason for it all and it wasn’t new, she wanted Billy all for herself and you couldn’t help yourself to feel a bit of irritation as your gaze followed Chrissy’s. 

At least, until those electric blue eyes stole your attention as he sat down on the lunch table; Billy’s eyes were on you as he sat down with a coy smile while your face dropped, quickly becoming a blushing mess as you saw how he looked. You cursed how pretty the sunny day made his eyes and curls look, those pretty blue eyes that seemed like the ocean while he stared at you. 

And then, he fucking winked at you. 

Your stomach dropped as all of the cheerleaders immediately turned around to check on you, as if you’d just been caught on a lie, as if you weren’t someone to be trusted they narrowed their eyes at you, waiting for your response. You stared at Billy for a second, part of you wanted to go there and slapped him before you kissed him; but your better judgment got ahead of you. What would people actually think if you were hanging out with Billy, not only that but you were starting to have feelings for Hawkins's resident heartbreaker. How would Craig react?

You frowned at him, giving him the nastiest glare you’d given him before quickly turning to Chrissy and the other cheerleaders. 

“This is what I mean!” you squeaked, outrage lingering in your voice. 

The girls must’ve bought it. Some of them narrowed their eyes at Billy’s while others gasped as they realized that you truly didn’t have any interest in Billy Hargrove. They murmured in each other’s ear while they looked away from Billy and at you, already the rumor dilating from your fantastic skills as an actor. Relief washed over you as you gazed at them and nodded, while some looked back at Billy grinning up at him, happy that they now had a chance after they’d lost their hope.

And Billy?

Livid. 

He was staring at you with his jaw unhinged and a sharp glint in his eyes that made you realize that you might’ve overdone it. Billy didn’t show up for English that day and for the first time you didn’t blame him, you felt awfully bad for what you’d done, guilt filling your chest as you recalled the words that you’d spewed all day. Part of you believed that you were overthinking it, Billy was known for having multiple girls in his beck and call and you weren’t new to being another girl for an asshole that truly didn’t care about you. You truly believed that in approximately two weeks he must’ve found another girl to make out with in his Camaro and you would be another story; even more importantly, your reputation with the school and Craig wouldn’t be damaged by it. 

Billy fitted the type, that’s what you convinced yourself, and yet, you couldn’t help but feel dread as you thought of seeing him in detention. 

You left your locker before Robin or Eddie could catch you, you ran up to Steve but much to his confusion you told him that you would be late for detention, even if Mr. Clarke always took about twenty minutes after the last ring of the bell and you’d told him so. To your surprise, Billy was already at the library when you arrived and Mr. Clarke was late too. You didn’t want to say anything to him and Billy didn’t say a word as you waited for Mr. Clarke. You followed Mr. Clarke’s instruction once he arrived, you nodded attentively at him and Billy simply grunted in affirmation, and yet you believed he noticed your scowls. 

Mr. Clarke left you alone after ten minutes of supervising and it took almost another thirty minutes for either of you to speak. 

If you could’ve avoided it, you would’ve but Billy made it difficult for you not to. 

“You have to stop doing that,” you spat before giving him a stern look. 

Huffs and grunts accompanied by furious glares that were a bit too obvious to let pass began to hurt you in a deeper way than you would’ve ever wanted to admit. Billy could tell that he’d hurt your feelings by the little irritating gestures that he made for forty minutes and he was somehow impressed that you hadn’t snapped at him. 

But he didn’t react to your voice. Instead, he frowned as he heard your words but continue to stack the books as he’d done for the past forty minutes, he doesn’t grace you by looking you in the eye, which in turn just annoyed you even more. 

“Hey,” you exclaimed again as you rounded up on him, finally making him stop ignoring you. 

Billy simply narrowed his eyes in annoyance but remained silent as he gazed at you. You know you hurt him, you can see it in his eyes; even when you were fighting he’d never looked at you like that. 

“What I did at lunch today, I was just trying to squash a rumor that we’re sleeping together,” you said firmly. 

“Yeah, heard that,” Billy answered as he shrugged his shoulders while your brows furrowed.

“And what did you say?” you asked anxiously. 

“The truth, we haven’t slept together,” Billy replied firmly. “And who cares about what they think anyway?”

“I care,” you hissed, glancing at the main desk of the library where some old ladies were. “Look, I don’t want to get caught with you, so please just keep your distance until we see each other at lunch?”

Billy's eyes narrowed in annoyance. He had tried to ignore how he’d felt all day after you’d right down shut him down from being your friend, but with your attitude at lunch; he honestly only could feel like he dragging his heart through the floor.  

Billy Hargrove had always known that love wasn’t for him and yet, nothing had prepared him for when he was actually rejected by the girl that each day just assured him that love did exist by just breathing;  now it had made him realize that truly wasn’t for him. 

“You’re a hypocrite, you know?” he snapped at you. 

“What do you mean by that?”

Billy chuckled sourly at your question while you glared at his reaction. 

“You just want me to mess around, to distract you and when I do the same with other girls, I’m a playboy and an untrusty person,” He answered bitingly while you gave a step back as you realized how angry he actually was at you. 

And yet, as you studied his features, you realized that under that glare you could feel him saddened by your action. 

“Billy,” your voice a bit softer than before. “I didn’t mean… I thought that we were just messing around. It’s not like we’re in a relationship or anything of the sort.” you reasoned, adverting your gaze while staring at the ground. 

Billy scoffed. “So, this thing between us, is just you using me?”

“I’m not using you,” you replied quickly. 

You would never use him, you just didn’t want to get hurt. 

Billy stared at you, letting the silence sit in for a moment as your gazes met. Billy hated that you looked so beautiful, hated that you were the cause of his heart racing in such a manner, hated that you were the thing that kept him up all night and the thing he dreamed about when he managed to sleep. He wondered if he should just come right out and say it, his feelings about you but that wounded part of his soul didn’t allow him to say anything. 

He had enough misery for a lifetime, he couldn’t be rejected right out of the gate. 

“You really don’t like me?” Billy finally asked softly, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. 

You sighed as you watched him carefully, your heart racing as you took in his scent. 

Yes, yes I do, you thought but you couldn’t bear yourself to say it. 

“Don’t do this, Billy” you pleaded with him, your eyes soft. 

He wanted to kiss you when you were looking at him like that. 

He didn’t though. 

“I’m not your toy, y/n,” he stated. “I actually care about you and this, I just don’t want to do this if you truly feel nothing,”

“Billy,”

He let go of you abruptly as he walked away from the library, and out he went. You stood there, in the library as you ran a hand through your hair and wondered how badly you’d fucked up. 

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Stir the Blood *demon Soap fanfic*

A woman Summons a demon that she nicknames Soap, some demon hunting ensues maybe a romance.

MDNI

warning: some sexual content.

(might be a series might not be we will see)

A abandoned church on hill a dark cold stormy night sounds like a starter for a horror novel, and I guess you can call it that. A girl by the name of Josey lights candles and draws a symbol with chalk on the floor of the church her footsteps echoing in the empty cathedral as she stands in the middle of the circle she takes a knife out making cut on her hand wincing in pain and squeezing it to make it drip on the summoning circle.

Josey: This has to work...please this just has too I have no other choice!

A strong wind enters the old church blowing out the candles the room got colder she could see her breath and she was shivering.....she could only hear her breath and the rain outside, she heard a noise and looked around seeing nothing, she smelled something weird.....laundry soap? stepping away from the circle she took out a rosary in her pocket and grabbed it saying a silent prayer for herself.

Josey: I know I'm damned to hell for doing this but it needed to be done.

Then she heard a voice seeing a figure in front of her she steps back her eyes wide a man with a red skull mask and horns staring her down his wings torn from millennia of use.

???: You are not the first to call me out, and you will not be the last. What is your desire, little mortal.

Josey: I summoned u here for a reason demon the tomb on the book said if I summon u, you have to do my bidding.

???: really now.....why would I do that you only just summoned me you haven't bonded me to ya

He grins approaching her she takes a step back terrified he gets close to her she's breathing heavily looking up at his blue eyes weird set of eyes for a demon she thought she was expecting goat eyes or cat eyes something like that.

???: I won't always be in your control what's stopping me from just killing u here and now...or using you for my own pleasures little mortal.

Josey: ARCO!

All the sudden the demon felt his power draining he dropped to his knees feeling a restraint on his neck choking him he glared up at her his eyes full of rage reaching up at her, she moves away from him a shocked look, stunned that the words actually worked.

???: Do you know what demon your messing with human bitch?!

Josey: DEORSUM!

The spell pins the demon down she stands over him now determined.

Josey: if u even think about doing me harm this enchantment I put on u drains your powers so you'll feel like a mortal I know yall demons hate that!

The demon snarls at her, but is powerless to do anything else, and glares at her as she stands above him she puts a collar on his neck.

???: You really have no fuckin idea what you've done, mortal. When the time is right, I will break free. Then I will make you regret this witch!

Josey: right... until then come with me demon my home is in the woods I will discuss my plan with you there.

The demon had to think of a plan how was he going to break this mortal woman betting? seducing? Anything? She walks away the demon reluctantly following her behind, he's seething with rage and plotting on how he would try to betray the woman. As the demon and mortal are walking through the forest she looks at him and smirks.

Josey: you know when I summoned you I expected to smell sulfur and brimstone but oddly enough it smelled like laundry soap.....ah I have to give my new pet a name right?....hmmm I'll call you Soap!

Soap: what a stupid name! that's no name for a demon!

Josey: your name is Soap now deal with it ahhh home sweet home.

She laughs as they approach her house, They enter the home and go upstairs to her bedroom and she discusses her plan with Soap the demon. Soap crossing his arms leaning on a wall waiting for her to talk not like he has a choice still livid over the name she forced onto him..

Josey: There are demons in this city with human's who do their bidding and I'm going to kill them all with your help of course. you can take care of the demons while I take care of the human part of the problem I need to hunt these fuckers down.

Soap: so you need me to do your dirty work why not do it yourself.

Josey: well as u so pointed out Soap I'm a mortal I cant exactly kill a demon which is why I summoned you supposedly your a powerful demon though being contained by me I might have made a mistake and gotten a weakling...

This pissed soap off as he got closer to her but he couldn't do anything but stare at her his blue eyes piercing hers, Soap chuckles.

Soap: Weak? Weak, you say? Just because you bound me, you think you have the advantage, woman? I could blast you out of existence, in this moment I could ravage you and take you as my personal slave.

She gets close whispering in his ear, teasing him her body close to his he feels her figure. Soap feels her tug at his collar.

Josey: yet who is the one collard Soap.

Soap: don't try and seduce me mortal..I am much beyond the need for such...distractions.

Josey: hmm yet I see you blushing Soap...curious I didnt know demons could blush...anyway that collar on your neck is infused with my blood ....virgin blood so if u planned on seducing me that enchanted collar is staying on your neck.

For the first time, she see's Soap look...nervous. And this, of course, amuses her His face flushes, and he looks away. Josey laughs she liked humbling this demon He growls, in an attempt to play off the situation.

Josey: Don't worry ill give u something better you like eating souls correct taste better than candy? .....if u partner up with me u can eat all the souls you want the more corrupted the better they taste correct?

He takes off his mask and smiles widely, teeth sharp.

Soap: Now you're speaking my language, woman. I get to eat souls with your help?

Josey: yes and hell at this end of this journey u can even have mine......a promise....Do we have a deal?

She extends her hand, Soap hesitates for a moment, before taking her hand and shaking it. Soap pulls her close their lips almost touching he makes one last threat.

Soap: you have a deal woman, but just remember the moment you fuck up I will make your mind and your body mine.

He kisses her, his lips soft, his tongue pushes against hers, and he pulls away again, his grin ever present. Josey blushed never been kissed like that but she composed herself but on the inside just a kiss from him made her cunt wet.

Josey: I'll take your word for it demon now get some rest we have a long road ahead of us....rest well....Soap.

The demon glares at you, still angry that you forced him into this.

Soap: Very well. I will go rest, but it's not because you told me to, witch.

She enters the bathroom closing the door she leans on the door breathing heavily she gets undressed her panties drenched. She enters the shower fingering herself thinking about Soap fucking her covering her mouth so her moans don't reach his ears and hoping the noise from the water covers it.

Josey: fuck....fucking demon I gotta be more careful.....he touches me like that again I'm done for, I gotta keep my head straight.

Meanwhile Soap lays on the couch tugging on his collar still pissed that hes in this situation and that if he was in hell other demons would laugh at him being bonded to a human woman.

Soap: I hate this. I hate this human If I could escape, I would. If I could kill her, ohhh I would make her sorry one way or another.

He continues muttering angry comments about you, but eventually falls asleep despite it. Josey steps out of the shower a towel wrapped around her body she sees Soap sleeping on the couch approaching him she lowers her face towards his wanting to touch his lips again before backing away and putting one a tshirt and shorts and going to bed.

(idk i might do more lemme know what yall think.)