#fru 3

[ae-azile]

A Familiar Road to the Unknown: Chapter 3 Preview

Big falls asleep in his arms. Chan supposes the drugs and after effects of the coma are making him more outwardly emotional.

Although, one shouldn't need that reason to cry for a departed friend. Getting emotional can be seen as a weakness though, at least here. It had been something Korn quietly and gently reminded him of when Chan got the phone call about Big waking up. He hadn't expected a call like that. He had been preparing himself for the worst because that was what he trained himself to do. Gun had already left, Kinn was no longer in the room, so he just had Korn, Tankhun, and Ken’s severed head as company when Pol called and told Chan that Big was awake and at least half lucid. And despite telling Pol that he wasn't crying, he was. He burst into tears before he knew what emotions were bubbling up, all while Korn sat there looking somewhat unimpressed.

To be fair, Korn hadn't been cruel after Chan got off the phone and asked to be excused, and he had waited to speak to him until Tankhun quietly left and said he would update Kinn and Porsche. But once Tankhun did leave, Korn gave him a calm, but stern reminder to keep his emotions in check. Chan was usually good at that. It was the first time he needed a reminder like that in over ten years. The last time he needed a similar reminder was after he rescued Tankhun and saw the state he was in. The torture and torment Tankhun had gone through was already physically clear, and the way he was petrified to let anyone touch him solidified it. Chan had stayed calm, kept any required physical contact gentle and comforting, and got him back to the compound infirmary. When he left his side and reported to Korn to give him the details, he had cracked. He was given the constructive criticism and he never needed it again.

Until a few days ago. Until Big woke up when his odds had been so slim. Until he realized he wasn't losing Big after all.

Not that Big was his to lose.

However, Chan had been under the assumption Big would settle down, let go, and go to sleep once Chan went back to the couch - or at least went to the chair in case Big needed someone close for a while. He had needed someone close and Chan expected that he might, but he didn't realize how close. Even after Big calms down, he silently and stubbornly clings to him, making it so Chan takes residence on the edge of Big’s infirmary bed. His right leg propped up against Big’s leg while his left foot stays planted on the floor. He doesn't think Big really realizes he is demanding that Chan stay in his bed. He also likely doesn't realize that Chan is not particularly comfortable.

But if Big wants this, Chan will stay. He doesn't remember the last time he was hugged. It's been a while. His grandfather was never much of a hugger. He loved Chan, but losing his only child as well as his wife so early made him distant.

It was also how Ma died that made him distant. That was hard for everyone. And Chan was always told he was a perfect blend of his mother and his mother’s killer. Even the little bit of extended family around had a hard time looking in this direction too long.

He probably got hugged by Tankhun and Kinn more than he got hugged by his family. Not so much Kim. Kim wasn't the affectionate type. The only time Kim had hugged him was when he saved Tankhun and brought him back home. As for Kinn, he did it frequently as a young child before the behavior naturally died out. As for Tankhun, he hugged Chan on his 35th birthday - three years ago in two weeks. It was never a day Chan advertised, but the family knew. They don't celebrate it and Chan has never asked them to. He gets a birthday bonus like everyone else does, and his is higher than what the other guards get. But celebrating it? No. Chan has been too high up in the ranks to have co-worker friends for close to a decade, so he supposes his last birthday celebration happened before his last and highest promotion.

It makes sense he hasn't had a hug for three years.

It's overwhelming, and yet somehow comforting. Those two emotions conflict with each other. It seems impossible for them to co-exist simultaneously.

Chan is pulled from his thoughts when Big shifts against his side. When Chan glances down, he sees Big looking up at him with wide eyes. It seems to take a moment for Big to register that Chan is staring back at him. But once he does, he quickly hides his face into Chan’s ribs and closes his eyes again, as if he's hiding from Chan. However, if he is, he isn't doing a good job of it. Chan can feel Big squeezing him a little more tightly and his fingers gripping the fabric of his shirt. If Chan were less rooted in reality, he would assume Big wants him here in this bed with him.

Maybe he does. Or maybe Big fells asleep upset and woke up just enough to know he can't be alone right now, not after learning about Ken.

So maybe it's a need, rather than a want. Or maybe Big is just confused.

Regardless, Chan lets it happen, and that's probably because he wants it to happen. Like his grandfather and Kim, he's never been a hugger either. But three years is a long time. Maybe Chan needs this too.

[frudoo]

Gifts—Joe “Bear” Graves

It’s about TIIIME I write about my baby boy

Merry Christmas my loves!!!!

Warnings: SMUT. Alcohol consumption. Lingerie. Blowjob. Fingering. Unprotected PIV. Creampie ofc. Fem!Reader is fat. MDNI.

“Holy shit.”

Joe sounds breathless, cheeks and neck flushed crimson and a matching fire in his blue eyes. In front of the Christmas tree sits you, your soft body adorned with nothing but emerald green ribbon lingerie. Gorgeous and gift-wrapped, and all for him.

“Welcome home, Bear,” you grin teasingly, beckoning him over with a single crooked finger.

Like a dog to a bone, your husband falls to his knees before you, trembling hands stretching to get a feel of your supple, cedar-scented skin or, at the very least, the silk of your barely-there garment. You’re quick to stop him, fingernails gently digging into his wrists. He raises an eyebrow at you.

“Is a man not allowed to unwrap his own present?” Joe teases, working to shrug off his fatigue coat, still caked with sweat and grime from his latest mission.

“I have a different present for you, first,” you roll your eyes playfully before sliding another gift from beneath the tree—a decorative basket with an impressive bottle of aged bourbon and two glasses inside.

Joe’s eyes widen at the sight, and he laughs softly in disbelief as he holds the bottle in his hands, cradling it like it’s a sacred artifact.

“Baby, oh my- how much did this cost you?” He looks at you with such awe, appreciation, bright blue eyes twinkling in the dim light.

“Don’t worry about that,” you wave your hand dismissively, carefully taking the drink from him to pour him a glass.

Your husband shakes his head, but the wide smile on his face betrays the absolute joy that settles in the crevices of his mind. As he takes a sip, he hums in satisfaction, savoring the addictive burn that blossoms all the way from the tip of his tongue down to his belly. There’s a hint of smoke in the aftertaste, rich and bold.

“It’s perfect. Thank you, honey,” he nods, twirling the glass in his large hand before finally meeting your gaze. “You're not gonna drink any?”

“You know I don’t like bourbon,” You shrug, placing the bottle of alcohol back in the basket and pushing it away. “And anyway, I got the glasses customized just for you. It’d be wrong of me to drink out of them!”

“You’re my wife. What’s mine is yours,” Joe clicks his tongue, setting aside his drink. “But I digress.”

You giggle, standing from the cold wooden floor and outstretching your hand to help him do the same just so you can push him down onto the couch. He grunts when he hits the cushion, looking at you expectantly.

At your full height, the lingerie hides even less of your plush body. The set is little more than a vessel to hold the ribbons across your breasts and the sheer fabric that drapes just below your hips. You give Joe a little spin, biting your lip at the low groan that escapes him upon discovering the matching g-string that can barely be passed off as an undergarment. Calloused hands reach out to grab your waist, pulling you back onto his lap. His breath is hot against your neck as he peppers short, open-mouthed kisses there, greedy fingers traveling up to grope at your lush tits.

“Already got me so fuckin’ hard for you,” Joe’s voice rumbles against your sensitive skin, sending goosebumps rising all along your body.

“W-wait, I wanna…” you trail off, gently placing your palms on his thick, muscular thighs and slipping out of his grasp.

His chest rises and falls impatiently but he doesn’t say a word, his eyes following your every move as you drop to your knees in front of him, just as he’d done when he saw you. You waste no time before unbuckling his belt and unzipping his fatigue pants. Joe lifts his hips, expecting you to undress him completely, but quickly sits back down when you shake your head.

“No, please, leave them on,” you murmur breathlessly, batting your eyelashes up at him as you palm his aching cock through his boxers.

Joe nods, abiding by your wishes. You bite your lip as you release his dick from its confines, nearly moaning at the sight. He was right—he is so fucking hard, twitching and leaking salty beads of precum that coat his fat shaft and your fingertips. You’re salivating before you can even get a taste.

“Fuck, baby,” he grits his teeth eagerly. “I need you.”

Needing no more encouragement, you dive in, licking through the slit of his thick cockhead. Your husband immediately throws his head back with a prolonged groan at the contact, muscles tensing and relaxing in sync with every swirl of your hot tongue over his tip, down to his heavy balls and tracing back up along the plump vein at the base. He has to bite down on his fist when you finally wrap your lips around him to refrain from spilling down your throat too early.

“Yes, just like- oh fuck yeah, like that,” Joe moans, one hand wrapping around the back of your neck, his hold firm but not tight enough to hurt you.

You hum around his cock with every downward plunge, fondling his balls in one hand and bracing yourself on his thigh with the other. Your jaw pops when you lean forward to take him deeper, but the pain is quickly forgotten in favor of the blissful warmth in your mouth. You bury your nose in his pubes, swallowing him down to the back of your throat and holding yourself there until you gag.

“Baby, stop,” he gasps, cupping your clammy face in his hands and pulling you off of his dick with a wet pop. “Gonna make me cum.”

“Don’t you want to?” You pant, furrowing your eyebrows in confusion and wiping away the drool and precum from your chin.

“Damn fuckin’ right I do, but not like this. C’mere,” Joe helps you off of your knees and pulls you into his lap, his lips pressing against yours desperately. “You wet for me?”

You confirm his suspicions with a muttered yes, mouth never leaving his. He tastes like the expensive bourbon you gifted him, deep and musky. He tastes like home.

“Lift your hips, honey,” he whispers, grinning softly when you comply.

Pushing aside your g-string, two of his thick fingers swipe through the dew of your slit and he moans in approval, pressing them into your entrance slowly. You keen, resting your forehead against his, gripping onto the sides of his standard green shirt with clenched fists. Joe curls his fingers to press against the sensitive patch inside of you, one strong arm wrapping around your waist when you try to flinch away. He nuzzles his nose against yours, pumping into you with more vigor. You shake your head, grabbing at his wrist to pull his hand away.

“Baby-”

“Don’t need your fingers, Joe, just need you,” you frown.

He searches your eyes for a moment, and finding no hesitation, nods. Joe pulls you in for another intoxicating kiss, nipping at your bottom lip at the same time he slides home inside of you. You cry out at the sudden intrusion, fingernails digging into his shoulders to ground yourself.

“I know. I know, honey, but you can take it all the way. You always do, don’t you? Always take it so fuckin’ well for me,” he coos, watching in awe at the way you arch your back and brave the stretch.

It doesn’t take long to get used to the feeling, all too familiar with the way your body molds itself to fit him perfectly. You rock back and forth slowly to let him know that you’re ready.

“Atta girl,” your husband praises, rough hands settling on the fat of your hips.

Joe plants his boots flat on the wooden floor, his lap giving you a sturdy seat to work with. You raise your hips and come back down at a steady pace, holding onto the sides of his thick neck for support. Your thumb rubs over his Adam's apple and he growls, pulling you down on him harder. The filthy slap that echoes throughout the living room when your ass meets his solid thighs makes the both of you moan in sync.

“Ride that dick. C’mon, baby, it’s yours, so use it,” he huffs, looking into your eyes so intensely you think you might evaporate.

Still, you eagerly comply, your knees digging into the couch cushions as you roll your hips at a dizzyingly quick pace. Your tits bounce with the haste of your motions, nearly slipping right out of your lingerie. Joe decides that he’s sick of being denied his favorite sight and tugs on the ribbons, pupils dilating at the sight of your pretty pebbled nipples now exposed to his hungry gaze. He takes one breast into his hand and ducks his head down, sucking the sensitive nub into his mouth with a delighted groan. Your pace falters in the midst of the new sensation, so Joe bucks his hips up to help you out.

“Joe, I can’t- can’t do this anymore,” you hiccup, legs burning from exertion.

“That’s okay,” he grunts, hands moving to cup your ass before he stands, chuckling at the little gasp you let out. “Just hold onto me, baby, I’ll get us there.”

You nod and hold onto him for dear life, burying your face in the crook of his sweaty neck. Sometimes you forget how strong he is, but it’s in moments like these he reminds you—effortlessly suspending you in the air and bouncing you on his cock like it’s the most natural thing in the world. He presses his cheek to the top of your head as he fucks you, and despite the brutal pace with which he pounds into you, it’s obvious that he absolutely adores you.

“You’re close,” he observes through clenched teeth, his hips stuttering as your walls clamp down on him tightly. “Gonna cum with me?”

“Yeah,” you whine, tightening your arms around his neck.

“Atta fuckin’ girl,” he growls, fingertips digging into the fat of your ass almost painfully.

He thrusts a few more times before reaching his peak, thick ropes of cum flooding your womb and triggering your own orgasm. You bite down on his neck as he rides out the high, oversensitive but euphorically so. Sweat and breaths mingle as he carefully lowers you to the ground on wobbly legs, keeping you steady with his hands on your waist. The two of you share a moment of silence before busting out into gentle chuckles.

“I think I ruined your pants,” you giggle, gesturing toward the wet spot on his cargos.

“I don’t care,” he smiles, leaning down to kiss you long and slow.

[keebwee]

legally blonde the musical hace freo (fru x leo) au ....... can u tell chip on my shoulder is my favorite song (im on my fourth loop) (the song is 8 minutes long)

bonus donnie as aaron schultz doodle

[aishnico]

#𝙅𝙊𝙃𝙉 𝙁𝙍𝙐𝙎𝘾𝙄𝘼𝙉𝙏𝙀: 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 (𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝟮)

» summary: you were engaged and you felt like you were betraying a part in yourself. and one day, you bumped on someone who you thought you would never see again

» word count: 1.9k

» warnings: angst TO FLUFF

» inspired by sarah jio's always novel.

» part 1

— january, 1998

''listen, i already talked with them today and nothing changed. they ask for too much. i mean, we are talking about a hotel's lobby. and the view of it is not beautiful! ugh... you know what? let's just do it in our backyard, yeah? what's wrong with that? it's more beautiful than that stupid lobby. okay okay, let's talk when i go home. you aren't at home? okay then, i'll just wait for your arrival. bye.''

you hang up the phone when you finish talking about your ideas about wedding places to your fiancée. you two weren't the richest people, but your fiancée wanted something really fancy like when rich people get married. you, on the other hand, wanted a small and simple wedding.

you graduated from college a year after you left john. you sold your house when you found yourself a roommate, brenda. she was going to be your bridesmaid in your wedding now. and you were lucky to find a job after your graduation. you met there with a handsome yet squeamish man. you were chill and hilarious, and he was your exact opposite. you've still found him funny in your ways. and what do they say, "opposites attract." maybe because of that you are engaged now.

dating him was like a dream. he would help you with chores, pay for dinner, buy whatever you wanted, willingly go out to new places with you and more...

but sometimes you feel guilty when you're living your comfortable life. because you would wonder about john. he was a drug addict after all. the only things you knew about him currently were that he left the band five years ago in the middle of their world tour and released a solo album two years later. where and how was he? what was he doing right now? was he still alive..?

brenda was willing to help you with the wedding organization. helping you to choose your wedding dress and wedding cake, searching places where you'd like to have the wedding. she called you and said that she found new places you'd like. you agreed on meeting at your usual coffee shop. after almost twenty minutes, you both were there. hugging each other like you haven't seen each other yesterday. you both ordered your coffees and sat in a suitable place. she took off photos from her bag and put them all on the table.

''so, i found three new places that you both may like. they are at hotel's but they have excellent views, trust me.'' she showed you the first place which looked like a wineyard. second was just in a high place, and the view wasn't the best. and the final one was the best one for you. you already forgot the past two places. it had a huge oak tree in it, maybe it was over 200 hundred years old.

she started to give you information about each place. but you couldn't help but stare at the magical tree, it looked like from your dreams. but you couldn't marry him there. you didn't want to admit yourself that he wasn't worthy to marry there

''hello?? [name] are you even listening?''

''yeah yeah, i was thinking about the first one.''

''oh really? i thought you were gonna choose the last one.'' you just smiled at her and concentrated on what was she saying.

after sitting there for forty minutes, you said goodbye to each other before going on your ways. when you were close to the bus station, you bumped into a man and he fell. you gasped and immediately kneeled next to him. ''sir, sir are you okay? i apologize, sir? sir!'' the man groaned with his raspy voice and opened his eyes, looking at your face. you were concerned about him, knowing nothing about what to do.

when you looked at his face closer, you realized he looked familiar to you. but where was he from? he was so skinny, his hair was long and greasy, his lips were dry and ooh, those big pretty brown eyes... you would recognize them everywhere and anytime.

"john..?"

he looked at you for a couple of seconds. he then got up and started to walk opposite to you. you too got up and ran after him. "john, john it's me, [name]! don't you remember me?" you tried to grab his arm but he flinched.

"i'm sorry, i didn't mean to scare you. can we just talk, please?" you pleaded. he was looking at you strangely. you smiled to yourself. "i wasn't really expecting you to remember me."

"how can i forget you? you're one of the things that didn't fade away from my mind."

you took him to your house to ask and talk with him about million things. but he wasn't looking good. so you decided to heat him soup. his hands were kind of shaking and when he tasted the soup, he finished it within seconds. was he hungry, or just hadn't tasted homemade food for a long time? you were watching him in misery. your eyes suddenly moved to his arms.

"what... what happened to your arms?" your voice was shaking. he looked at his arms. "oh i, got them after my house got burned." you said "sorry" in a quiet tone.

when the atmosphere got comfortable, you asked him your questions in order. choosing careful words to not hurt him.

about forty minutes have passed. "it... it was really nice to see you again [name]." he smiled at you. you smiled at him too "same, goes for me." he

then noticed the pictures of you and your fianceé. "you're married?" he asked.

"i'm engaged. we’re planning to marry in august."

"oh, congratulations then." he smiled at you. but you could feel sadness behind it. "thanks" was the only answer you could say.

"well then, I should get going." he stood and started to walk to the door. you walked behind him and stopped him.

"john," you gently held his arm. making him look at you. "you said yourself that you don't wanna live like this anymore. you're hurting yourself both mentally and physically," you then gently caressed his scars. "i, i don't want you to join the '27 club'. you're too young to waste your life. i'm sure that your old bandmates think about that too. we all don't wanna see dying." you gulped. "let me help you."

his eyes were filled now. he shut them and sobbed. then nodded. he hugged you tightly. your eyes too, got filled. you then hugged him back.

you found a program on a hospital named las encinas and registered him on it. you would visit him there often. and you would bring your record player and a couple of vinyls you both loved. you would sing, dance laugh together. your fiancée, on the other hand, wasn't really happy about you visiting and spending time with him. you would convince him that you were only doing these to make him better.

you also noticed he was healthily gaining weight. that made you happy, to see him getting better and better.

after months, he was finally back from hospital. the guys were joyful to see him healthily again. they asked him to join the band again. he was happy to reunite with them. and they started to record their new album, californication.

you were blissful for him. he deserved to be happy again. you felt like a heavy lift just left your body. no more hunting ghosts, you thought.

oh you were so wrong...

you still loved him. you thought hearts and thoughts faded away but they didn't. it pained you. it pained you because you were engaged to someone else. sure you loved your fiancée, but you loved john more. and maybe the thing you loved about him was his love for you, his caring. after you ended things with john, he was by your side when you needed comfort, a love...

you took a deep breath and shared your thoughts with your fianceé. you didn't understand if he was furious, heartbroken or understanding. he yelled to you while comparing himself with john. telling you that he was better than him. he then sat and started crying silently. then giving you an apologetic smile.

"i always loved you. i always loved your presence. i loved being your 'the true one' but guess i was wrong. i wish you nothing more than happiness. take care of yourself, [name]. and don't forget that i'm always by your side. even if not physically."

you hugged him before apologizing to him and thanking him at the same time. you were glad that you separated your ways in a good way.

one day, john asked you if you two could hang out in his house. you agreed on and went to his house. he then greeted you with a heartwarming smile, inviting you in. bell bottom blues by derek and the dominos was playing on the record player.

he cooked for you lasagna and brought a fine wine. you two sat across from each other and started to talk about each other's life, random things and music. after finishing the dinner, you helped him wash dishes. you two then sat on the couch and started to watch SNL.

then you realized that the record player was still playing. you turned your gaze on it. now it was playing layla. you smiled to yourself and went next to the record player. dancing like you wanted. john chuckled at you and after shutting the TV down, he went next to you. you two were dancing like idiots but who cared? you were having fun.

after the last song, you two sat on the couch again, laughing at each other and resting in comfortable silence. after a couple of minutes, he started to talk. "so july is nearly over." you sighed. "i didn't tell you, did i..?" he shook his head. you turned your gaze at somewhere else.

"we... no, i, broke off the engagement." he looked at you surprised. "why? did he do something?"

"no, i did."

"what did you do then?"

you shut your eyes, and took a deep breath. "i, i love someone else, john. and that someone else is you. i never stopped loving you. even after all the bad things that happened in the past, i just can't help it."

his mouth was wide open, and his cheeks got slightly pink. you didn't want to meet with his gaze, but he gently touched your cheek and turned your head to his.

"i never stopped loving you either. never. i feel myself lucky to have found you in high school, i've loved everything about you from the beginning. and felt myself shitty when i started to ignore you, not trying to understand you, lying to you and even though i didn't, it seemed like i cheated on you. i am deeply sorry for everything.

and i am deeply grateful for your caring. thank you for helping me. i never want things to become like that again. i don't want to lose you, not again. i want you to be on my side like i want to be in yours. can we try again?"

you genuinely smiled at him and nodded. wrapping your arms around his neck while crying. he hugged you back immediately. rubbing your back, telling you that if you keep crying, he will cry too. you laughed and let go of your arms.

he was caressing your cheeks genuinely and connected your foreheads. then connected your lips with his, starting a sensual kiss. a kiss full of sadness, longing and pure love in it.

[rynezion]

ten minutes into my first BG3 playthrough i realised the character i spent 2+ hours in character creator for looks like an aged-up version of Civel

[cowardlycowboys]

What kind of ice cream?

cherry chocolate chip I wanted the cherry in it

[luckykiwiii101]

HOW TO ACTUALLY FEEL FULFILLED

XOXO | GOSSIP GIRL | XOXO | GOSSIP GIRL | XOXO | GOSSIP

Hey Upper East Siders, Gossip Girl Here. Three little birds sat on my window, and they told me that some of manhattans finest elite, aren’t feeling so…elite.

And i’ll tell you, that you don’t need to worry.

People may give you advice on how to feel fulfilled, but doesn’t mean it will fulfill you.

Because little does your naive self know, that they’re just telling you what makes them feel fulfilled, not what makes you feel fulfilled.

No, I’m not talking about the fulfilment of “Yeah, I’m a God” that lasts 3 minutes. I’m talking about true fulfilment. The one that takes you places. The places you want to be. The long term fulfilment. The unshakeable fulfilment, because you know you are who you want to be.

But firstly, do you understand that your imagination is your real & only reality? If not -> CLICK HERE

Here’s how:

STEP 1: Decide what makes you feel fulfilled.

Is it affirming?

Is it visualising?

Is it scripting?

Is it just simply deciding that you have it?

+ more

Want to know which method of fulfilment is best for you? -> CLICK HERE

STEP 2: Do what fulfills you every time your desire comes to mind. Fulfill yourself until the feeling of desire completely vanishes. You can compare it to your soul feeling some sort of hunger, feed your inner self until you no longer feel the need to. Because you are fulfilled. Fulfill yourself until you know it’s done in imagination.

Not sure what fulfils you?

Try to visualise or affirm or any method you’ve heard of, and whichever one(s) fulfill you, then those are the one(s) for you.

How do I know when i’m 100% fulfilled?

- You aren’t identifying with the 3D

- You aren’t waiting for your 3D to conform AKA being impatient.

- You feel free knowing you have what you want.

- You aren’t trying to get anything in the 3D.

- You think FROM your desire and not OF it.

- You aren’t viewing your desire as a desire, because you acknowledge that you can’t desire something you already have.

- You know that the 4D is realer than the 3D will ever be.

States to NOT occupy:

- State of lack (not accepting your desire in the 4D).

- State of waiting (waiting for the 3D to conform).

- State of failure (believing you’re doing something wrong).

- State of trying (trying to achieve something in the 3D).

REMINDERS!!!

- Mental health comes first

- You don’t have to fulfill yourself when you don’t want to.

- It is impossible for your 3D to not conform, you don’t have to assume that your 3D will conform.

- Your 3D reflects who you are. So give it something new to reflect.

What People Think The State Of The Wish Fulfilled Is:

- Complete bliss and happiness.

- Thinking OF their desire.

What The State Of The Wish Fulfilled actually is:

- Knowing that your desire is YOURS in imagination (4D) and standing FIRM in that FACT.

- The FEELING OF HAVING AND BEING IN IMAGINATION!!! (Whatever feeling you get when you imagine having your desires and fully accept having them).

What is the knowing “feeling”?

Read THIS POST

A thing that a lot of people do is, they’ll affirm “I have everything I want.”

Then they’ll observe the thought, not the FEELING it gives them. The feeling of having. Although the whole point of affirming is to give them the feeling. Automatically putting them in the state of the wish fulfilled.

Relish in that FEELING until you are completely satisfied.

And we all know what satisfaction feels like. Like having a delicious meal and feeling full afterwards. Like taking a nice warm bubble bath on a cold winter night.

So feel satisfied. Fulfilled.

Don’t EVER go back to the undesired state.

Read these short reminders + quotes from people who’ve manifested their dream lives. (It will save your life) —>

[yailtsv]

KK with Introvert!Gf

mood board

• total opposites. she's a very energetic extrovert and your the biggest introvert ever

• she loves hanging out with her teammates but if you say your not feeling up to socializing, she will 100% stay home and do whatever you want to do

• she loves taking you to calm and quiet places in her free time - she knows you love the quiet and nature so she spends hours looking for new places to take you - even if it's 3 hours away

• a lot of the places she takes you to are like private beaches, lakes/lake houses, flower fields, basically anywhere overlooking water, mountains, or flowers

• she loves loves loves coloring with you! if she sees you somewhere coloring in your coloring book, she'll ask if she can join everytime (you obviously say yes everytime)

• she knows your not big on party's and big get togethers so you and her will either show up for 10 minutes tops or not go at all, it all depends on your social battery that day

• you're her top priority. she doesn't care about some party, large gathering or socializing with strangers more than you, so if you say no - she's telling the person that invited her no, if you want to leave even if you've only been there for 3 minutes - you both are leaving no questions asked

• if you both leave from somewhere early you guys always go to target and get the necessities (legos and tru fru) and then get whatever fast food you want and then have a movie date at home while building legos

• LOVES cuddling you

• if she comes home from practice and sees you cuddled in a blanket watching tv (basically everyday) she will immediately jump on the couch and cuddle you

lmk if you want more of kk w/introvert!Gf or if you want any of these to be actual fics <3

[brenwritesss]

𝐓𝐫𝐮 𝐅𝐫𝐮 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐

⋆˚࿔Paige Bueckers x reader ❀˖°

Summary: Paige invites you over to her dorm, allowing the two of you to get to know each other.

(If you want an alternate smut version, let me know! Or if you want a part 3)

(Also sorry for the real late upload, I ended up rotting in bed all day yesterday and never finished the ending to this part)

You stood in front of her door for five minutes, contemplating whether or not you should even be here right now. You had just met this girl twenty minutes ago and she didn’t even second guess having you over at her place. Should that have been a red flag? 

You don’t even know what the two of you would be doing once you were inside. What was there to talk about? Considering you didn’t even know who she was, you doubt there would be much in common. You put your keys into your pocket, allowing you to knock on her door after almost running back down the hall and back into your car. 

You heard someone stumble on the other side of the door, a few voices rising to the surface. You were unaware that she had roommates. You stood there quietly, taking in your last few seconds before the door opened. A girl who wasn’t Paige and was taller than you, looked at you confused. “Hi?”

“Hi, uh Paige invited me over. Is this the right dorm?” You looked back at your phone making sure the room number she gave you matched the room you were at right now. And there were no mistakes.

Her confusion turned into smiles when she said, “Oh, you’re the Tru Fru stealer.”

“Excuse me?”

She broke out into laughter. “Yeah, you kinda dirty for that, not gonna lie.”

You shook your head. “I didn’t steal anything, it’s her fault for not getting there sooner and taking it.”

“And you right,” she moved away from the entrance, allowing you to walk inside. “I’m KK, by the way.”

You smiled at her, turning towards her. “Y/n. I’m assuming you’re on the basketball team too?”

“And a Tru Fru lover. So I better not be seeing you in any Target taking the last bag,” she said in a tone that let you know she was joking.

“So who’s better? You or Paige?”

“Girl, me for real. Trust.” There was something about KK that instantly brightened your mood. You didn’t know how to explain it. 

“Yo KK, down to join me in a new round?” Another girl walked out of a room towards your left. She was wearing a hoodie just like KK, her braids coming down to cover the top of the letters. She held a video game controller as she stopped when she saw you in the middle of their living room.

You gave her a small wave, smiling shyly. “I’m Y/n.”

“You’re Y/n? I’m Ice. Girl you are gorgeous,” she said, complimenting you.

A blush tinted your cheeks and you let out a small laugh, “thank you, that’s so nice. You are so pretty.”

She flipped her hair back with her hand. “Thanks girl.”

“Ay, what y’all doin out here,” Paige’s voice echoed through a small hallway, stopping short when she sees you standing next to KK. Her arms going behind her back, she smiled at you, “I didn’t know if you would actually stop by.”

You shrugged. “It’s not like I had anything better to do,” you joked. “And this bag is too big to keep to myself.” You held up the Tru Fru bag that you two fought over.

Both KK and Ice snickered, obviously knowing what had happened at Target. “You still want to pay up?” You threw her the bag, Paige catching it with ease.

She looked you up and down and that familiar feeling you had felt back in Target resurfaced. Paige was still in that Tru Fru sweatshirt and UConn sweatpants that you had met her in. That hoodie is about to be mine, you thought to yourself.

“Nah, I like having your number more,” she said, making the butterflies in your stomach multiply. 

Ice made a sound, making everyone turn towards her. “Okay Paige coming in with the rizz.”

“Shut the hell up,” Paige scolded, lightly smacking her arm with her free hand.

KK pulled out her phone, “Yo, we finna call Nika and Azzi and show them your mad flirting skills.”

Paige rolled her eyes while you laughed, having no clue who Azzi and Nika were but you assumed they were more of Paige’s teammates. Paige walks towards you, eyes on KK. “You’re not gonna call them and we are gonna go chill in my room.”

Paige grabbed your hand and the action surprised you. Ice gave you and Paige a look that screamed ‘what the fuck’ while KK just continued laughing, typing in her phone.

Paige led you into her room, which was bare compared to yours. Her bed was fit into the corner, a bright purple comforter atop that you just wanted to snuggle into. Her dresser was directly across, a TV and a playstation decorating the top of the dresser. Next to her bed was a nightstand holding a pile of books.

You stood in the middle of the room, not really knowing what to do. “Nice room.”

“Thanks,” she said, more of a whisper. After closing the door behind her, she leaned against it. “Sorry about my teammates, they’re joking.”

“Oh I don’t mind,” you assured her, “my roommate is the same way, so I get it.”

She smiled at you and pointed toward her bed. “You’re chill to sit down.”

“Thanks,” you smiled back and took a seat on her bed. You couldn’t lie, this was incredibly awkward as you both didn’t know what to say. 

Paige sat down next to you, looking at you while opening the Tru Fru bag. “So, what’s your major?”

“Biology. What about you?”

“Oh shit,” she said. “Biology’s cool. I’m majoring in human development, family studies. But I plan to go pro in the league after I graduate.” 

You admired her determination in her answer. Even after only knowing her for an extremely short amount of time, you could tell she was very passionate about basketball. Just like how you were with biology. How you both were willing to do anything to achieve your goals in your careers.

“How long have you been playing?”

Paige adjusted her seating, turning more towards you. And closer to you. “Since I was a kid. You have no idea how many photos my mom has of me in basketball jerseys when I was like seven years old.”

“I don’t think I could ever play a sport like basketball. But hockey,” you continued, “that’s where it’s at.”

Paige raised her eyebrows, your comment earning a chuckle from her. “Really? Hockey?”

You nodded. “Yeah, it’s a hot sport to play.”

“So is basketball not hot?” she asked, popping a piece of Tru Fru into her mouth.

You reached into the bag, grabbing a handful and moving your legs up onto her bed so that your whole body was now on her bed. “It’s hit or miss.”

“Watch me play then that’ll change your mind,” she winked, earning a laugh from you.

“You inviting me to your game?”

“Obviously.”

You both stayed there for a while, eating the fruit. You could feel the tension between you two so you took to looking around her room while you could feel her eyes on you, examining every part of you. “So do you play hockey?” Paige asked you.

You shook your head. “I wish.”

“You should,” she said as she leaned towards you. Only a few centimeters toward your ear she whispered, “since it’s a hot sport, you’ll fit right in.”

“Well now I have to play,” you whispered back.

Still close to your face, her eyes lingered on your lips then back up to your eyes. “So what do you think?”

“Of?”

“Tru Fru.” She holds the bag in between your faces. You grab it from her, eating some. “It’s actually better than I thought it would be. I can see why you’re so obsessed with it.”

“I’m not obsessed.”

“Explain the merch then,” you said, pointing to her sweatshirt.

“Playing college basketball has its perks,” she whispered once more and gently grabbed your hand. You had a Tru Fru piece in between your fingers that you were about to eat. Paige guided your hand toward her mouth, her lips tickling your fingers as she took the piece from your hand. “Like getting a pretty girl’s number.”

Every part of you melted when she did that with your hand. “You’re gonna have to try a lot harder than that to make me fold.” That was a lie, you were folding right about now.

“Deal.”

There were a few voices outside Paige’s door but the two of you drowned out the sound with the growing tension between the two of you. You smiled at her, biting your lip in the process. Paige’s hand was still wrapped around yours when KK barged into the room.

“Hey Paige, the live wants to say-oh shit,” KK yelled, turning the phone away.

“KK, what the fuck,” Paige shouts, moving away from you in an instant. Ice came in, taking the phone from KK and going into another room.

KK ran up to the two of you. “Y’all I’m so sorry, I thought y’all were chillin’ playing video games or something, not making out.”

You set down the Tru Fru bag. “We weren’t making out. We were talking about hockey.”

Paige looked at you then back at KK. “Why would you go live right now? You do realize they just got a full view of her right?”

“What?” you asked, confused as to what they were talking about.

“Bro, I’m sorry. You know I wouldn’t do it on purpose.” KK looked scared almost. Not at Paige, but of what happened. Or what was going to happen.

You stood up, backing away from Paige and KK. “Can you guys tell me what’s going on?”

Paige itched the back of her neck, scrunching up her nose. “KK was live on instagram and she walked in with the camera pointed at us.”

You shrugged. “That’s not bad. Only a few people were on the live right?”

KK gave you an anxious look. “No yeah, it was only a few,” she trailed off, “thousand.”

You swear your eyes could have popped out from your skull with how wide they grew. “I’m sorry, what?”

KK continued apologizing, “I’m so sorry Y/n, but a few thousand people just saw what looked like you and Paige kissing on live.”

"I'm assuming that's really bad then?" you asked.

Paige walked over to you, looking you in the eyes when she says, "I'll make this up to you with all the Tru Fru you want because this is about to be trending on social media for a bit."

[ae-azile]

Summary: As Chan leaves Big for the day and works his shift, he ponders his priorities and expectations, only to realize how frustrated he really is by them.

[deesseshesca]

PAC : When & where are is your dry spell ending ? (18+)

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PILE 1

Temperance & Star 

When : In a couple months.

Since the card is upright it shows some kind of progress meaning you are working your way towards that manifestation of that reality in your 3D weather u know it or nah. On the other hand, I don't think you know the person you are supposed to close the dry spell with (Lol… I just felt somebody taking a deep breath … YES BABE ! The universe got the message of a new beginning in love & sex). You seem open, emotionally fulfilled and ready to welcome something new … it would not surprise me if you meet that person in class, if you are in college or at work (Lol, some of y’all have someone in mind). Y’all are going to build a relationship whether it starts with a crush or friendship even maybe just plain coworkers and make it’s all down to the cheeky ally. 

Where : Rooftop, rooftop bar, maybe while gazing at the star on a date in the summer night and last in the car at night. 

If it is something to do with a rooftop and is not a restaurant and bar, that person may live in a penthouse apartment or may have a loft in a sky rise building. If is the restaurant, y’all definitely fucking in the bathroom. If is the date in the summer time, you are going to be fucking feeling like fairy on top of the blanket for the picnic also unlike every other scenario this is the only one that is making love. All the other are having rough sex. Last which is the one with the most probability (65%), I see y’all initiate sex in their car because you can’t wait no more. Like their are too fucking hot and you’ve keeping it in for too long and the reason they wait that long is that they dont want to disrespect u. When u catch the fact that  u have the upper hand,  u go for it. 

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PILE 2 

Emperor (reverse) & 7 cups (reverse) 

When : Libra season. 

It could happen earlier but there's resistance which makes me think you have a clear option for opening your leg but you aint doing it. Stays focus sis/bro is almost there (kinda … lol)

Where : Laundry room 

Again here too, y’all are the one indicating the deed. This person came to your house to take care of you because you are sick, some have very bad fever. Other it could be that you have been discharge from the hospital with pneumonia and other is actually stomach flu. They came after forcing the info out of you and they not only cook  soup, hold your hair when sick, rub your back, keep up with medicine and they are also cleaning your apartment. While they are putting stuff in the washing machine, you appear behind them in a babydoll lingerie set. ( Me: LOL… The first thing u want to do when u are healthy is to fuck … but I get it. Is not in the way to pay them back at all. Is it because they actually sacrifice a lot of time to take care of you. They may have called sick at work or moved their job to work from home to stay with you. At every minute, every movement you make, they are close, reminding you that you are safe and loved, you may suffer from night terror and they never complain, showering you in affection.). All that while just being in an early stage of dating or situationship. 

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PILE 3

GAYS 

When & where : Knight of pentacles 

In 11 months 

In a car 

Y’all are also going to be the one initiating the act (Me : DAMN y’all were not playing when u told me, y’all sexually frustrated. Every pile is going for the kill). I see you driving and stop impulsively while they are talking to u and u French kiss them. They first think it is one of your usual love bursts but then you rub their hard on and boom it gets active. 

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LESBIAN 

When & where : 

In 3 months 

In a festival ( for 70% of y’all country festivals) OR at a concert.

I just heard ‘’ rave’’ so that can be one of the option. Anyway all being said, you are looking the fuck good. Taking a bunch of selfies and taking a snap of yourself ( Me: You are taking so many pictures of yourself, we can think it is your own concert and you are the diva performing. Giving very much main character) and you are whining or slow twerking on another babe. Than boom… she goes for the kill. French kiss you. 

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World (reverse) & 6 cups 

When : Between February  to September 

I sense y’all recently broke up with your ex and you standing on big business about it. You are not just talking, you block them, unfollow and distance yourself completely from the situation. You are fully single no playing around. 

Where : Childhood bedroom 

So… how can I type without u getting mad at me … you are going to fuck him again. They are very obsessed with you at the moment. Not only can you see, you can also feel it. Idk maybe your tits get hard out of nowhere … LOOOOL. Anyways you are going to pull a good fight and the universe is going to test u by easing their way back to you. Y’all are going to walk around and bump into each other out of nowhere. Go to a place he NEVER goes and see him. Hangout with new people and somehow, he will still be linked to them. Like you can't get rid of them. Also I feel like throughout y’all relationship he was sneaky in your room maybe because your parents don't allow him to stay over. I see him having a couple attempts in spring but u are still standing on business then finally in summer … you got so annoyed by the whole situation that u let them in. They are very obsessed with you not in a bad way but in a yearning way. They jump on you, y’all are not even going to make it to the bed fucking  on the carpert. 

PS: I think they may be a master manifester because it is their obsessive thoughts that keeps u close to them. Also this whole thing is going to be a test for y’all and you know how I hate when girlypop be going back but babe I ain't judging u. I am even applauding you for lasting that long because the trap that have been lay in front of you are so fucking tempting even the best of us cant make it.

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Stains {Part Four}

18+ ---- {Masterlist} {Tag-List}

Part Four

{Elijah Mikaelson x f!Reader} One meddling Mikaelson, one stubborn heart, and one heated confrontation that leads to surrender...

♡♡ Thank you for all the love for this series!!♡♡

4.9k words - Warnings: slow burn, enemies-to-lovers, smuttttt, possessive!elijah, financial boundary-crossing, a heated argument, a cappuccino & a chocolate chip muffin, lots of aftercare, elijah being vulnerable & bathtub confessions...

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The next day you woke up feeling like hell. Your eyes were puffy and swollen, and your head was pounding. You had cried yourself to sleep, and the emotional turmoil left you feeling exhausted.

Elijah's words, his touch, his scent, were all seared into your mind, and no matter how hard you tried, they wouldn't leave.

You stood in front of your coffee machine in a daze, listening to it brew as you browsed through the news. There was a small article about the charity gala, and your stomach lurched when you saw his face, his arm around the waist of a beautiful woman.

You scowled, closing the app and checking your emails. You had a message from your boss, congratulating everyone on the successful gala, a few spam emails, more than a few food delivery notifications and a message from your landlord.

You ignored the rest, and clicked on the message from your landlord. It was a notice that you had overpaid your rent, and that you didn't have to pay them again until a year from now. You stared at the email, confused. You knew you hadn't overpaid, and yet, the statement said otherwise.

You opened your bank account, and none of the numbers were correct, your maxed out credit card balance was now zero.

Your brows furrowed as you frantically clicked on your recent transactions. Around 3 AM last night someone had transferred an obscene amount of money into your account. You stared at the number, a mixture of shock and anger coursing through you.

He didn't. No fucking way…did he actually...?

You picked up your phone and dialed his number, the anger rising in your chest. It rang a few times, and then he answered, his voice sounding slightly sleepy.

“Hello, darling," he said in his infuriatingly calm tone.

"Did you hack my bank account?" you snapped, not bothering with pleasantries.

"Good morning to you too," he replied, sounding amused.

"Did. You. Hack. My. Account," you growled, each word punctuated by a pause.

"No," he said, his tone shifting to something more serious. "I transferred funds to your bank account."

"How could you!" you exclaimed, your anger spilling over. "Do you have any idea how violating that is?"

"I owed you for the dress," he replied, a note of confusion in his voice. "Why are you upset?"

"Because I don't need or want your money!" you shouted, unable to keep your temper in check. “And this is way more money than what my dress is worth.”

"It was a gift," he said, his voice calm but with an edge of hesitation, as if he were beginning to realize his misstep. "I thought... it would help."

"Well, I don't accept your gifts," you retorted, glaring at the wall, your voice trembling with frustration. "You should’ve asked me first, Elijah. This isn’t your decision to make."

"I apologize," he said, sounding genuinely sorry. "I didn't mean to offend you."

You took a deep breath, trying to rein in your anger. "It's not just that," you said, the words spilling out before you could stop them. "You think money can solve everything. But it doesn't. Not for me. You can't just step into my life and decide what I need without even asking,"

There was a long pause, and for a moment, you wondered if he had hung up. But then he spoke, his voice softer, almost hesitant.

"Then tell me what you need," he said, the simple words hanging in the silence.

"I..." You faltered, unsure how to answer. The truth was, you weren't sure what you needed. Your anger faded, leaving behind a strange hollow feeling in the pit of your stomach.

"I'm sorry," Elijah said again, his voice sincere. "Come over," his voice quieter now, almost uncertain. "We can discuss this in person. Please."

"Absolutely not," you replied, adamant. "All you want is to get in my pants. That's all any of this is about. So, why don't you go back to fucking one of your models, and leave me the hell alone."

There was a stunned silence on the line, and then, "Is that what you think? You think I want to fuck you and then toss you aside?" His tone was incredulous, but there was something raw underneath, something that almost sounded hurt.

"Yes, and if I never see you again, it will be too soon," you retorted, your voice sharp as a blade, ending the call before he could respond.

You took a deep breath, trying to calm down. The man had absolutely no boundaries. None. Zero. He crossed every line, and invaded every part of your life. This wasn’t just about money. It was about control. And the worst part was, it wasn’t even malicious. Elijah thought he was helping. But that only made it worse. He didn’t see you. Not really. To him, you were just another problem to fix, another line in a ledger he could balance with enough zeroes.

You paced around the room, your mind racing. He had paid off your rent, and your credit card, all of your student loans and the sheer audacity of his actions infuriated you. He didn't even bother asking, just went ahead and did it. For a brief moment, you felt the weight lift, the endless pressure of rent and bills vanishing. But that moment was fleeting... It was a dream come true, but it was a gift wrapped up in thorns.

And that damn kiss. You couldn't forget how it felt, the way he held you, the way his lips moved against yours, the way his body felt pressed against you. Fucking asshole. You were so pissed off, and you could feel tears threatening to spill from your eyes.

You tried to distract yourself with chores, cleaning the apartment, washing dishes, washing the floors. You were in the middle of stripping your bed sheets when the intercom buzzed.

You ignored it, knowing exactly who was calling. He kept pressing it, and you could hear his voice through the speaker.

"I brought coffee and an apology," he said, his tone light.

You glared at the speaker, tempted to press the talk button, and just scream at him.

"Cappuccino," he continued. "Extra foam, and a chocolate chip muffin."

You sighed, relenting, and hit the talk button.

"Go the fuck away," you growled, not caring that the neighbors could hear. "It's creepy that you know my coffee order,"

"Well after I wore it on my suit, it wasn't hard to guess," he replied, sounding amused.

"I don't want your coffee, or your apology," you said, crossing your arms.

"That's a shame, because I'm coming up," he said, the intercom beeping as the line disconnected.

"Shit," you muttered, pacing nervously.

You didn't want him in your apartment, and you were tempted to hide. It was childish, but he was just so frustrating and irritating and hot and...

A knock sounded on the door, and you tensed, hoping he would go away. He knocked again, and called out your name.

You cursed under your breath, and walked over, pulling the door open, scowling.

"Get in before the neighbors complain," you grumbled, stepping aside.

He walked into the apartment, his gaze drifting around the room. "You really should get better security for the door, it's a simple fix," he said, setting the bag of food on the counter.

"Yeah, it's terrible, any creep can walk right in," you retorted, closing the door.

"You have a lovely home," he said, his gaze returning to you.

"Uh huh. What do you want?" you asked, glaring at him.

"For you to listen," he replied, taking a step towards you.

“No, I’ve heard enough.” You moved toward the couch, putting space between you. He followed, pulling out the coffee and muffin, setting them in front of you like a peace offering.

“Please, sit,” he said, his voice quieter now. There was no edge to it, no smirk. Reluctantly, you sat down, if only to glare at him from closer range.

“Hurry up, I have a busy day ahead of me,” you lied, snatching the coffee and taking a sip.

“I think you’re a remarkable woman,” he began, his tone unusually earnest. “Strong, driven, resilient. You’ve been fighting so hard for so long, and I…” He hesitated, the words catching in his throat. For once, he looked unsure. “I saw something of myself in you.”

You blinked, the admission catching you off guard. “What are you talking about?” you asked, narrowing your eyes.

“I grew up with nothing,” he said, his voice soft. “No safety, no security, no comfort. My siblings and I… we had to fend for ourselves. And we made it out, but with lasting wounds. Wounds I carry still.. and occasionally project on to others,"

He paused, his gaze dropping to his hands, which were clasped tightly in his lap. “I know what it’s like to feel the world is stacked against you. To feel like you’re one wrong step away from losing everything. When I see you struggling, I just… I want to help. Because I’ve been there.”

The vulnerability in his voice was staggering. For the first time, he wasn’t the smug, untouchable Elijah Mikaelson. He was human. Flawed. Relatable.

You wanted to stay angry, but his words tugged at something inside you. “You thought throwing money at me was the answer?” you asked, your tone softer now, though still edged with frustration. "You could have just apologized for being an asshole."

“No,” he said, shaking his head. “It wasn’t just about the money. It was about... wanting to ease your burden. To show you that you don’t have to fight alone.”

You stared at him, your emotions swirling. Anger, confusion, and something else; something warmer.

“You’re such an idiot,” you muttered, grabbing the muffin. “And you use way too much gel. Your hair looks like a helmet.”

He blinked, startled, before a low chuckle escaped him. “Is that so?”

You reached up without thinking, running your fingers through his perfectly styled hair and messing it up. “Yes, so stop trying so hard to look perfect.”

He grinned, his hair falling into his eyes, and damn it if it wasn't the most adorable thing you'd ever seen. "Duly noted," he said, his smile widening as you smoothed his hair back.

"Same goes for your ties, they are so damn tight," you mumbled, loosening his tie and unfastening the top button of his shirt. "Are they restricting the blood to your brain? that would explain a lot,"

He chuckled again, his gaze warming. "You're beautiful when you're angry," he murmured, reaching out and tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

Your breath caught at his touch, and heat pooled between your legs. "Shut up," you said, unable to keep the smile from your lips.

His gaze flicked to your lips, his smirk softening. “Make me,” he said, and the challenge sent a jolt through you.

You didn’t think, didn’t plan, you climbed into his lap, your hands gripping his shoulders, and kissed him. It was different this time. No anger, no heat, no battle. It was slow and languid, and his hands rested on your hips, pulling you closer, the warmth of his body seeping into yours.

You felt the tension in his muscles slowly relax, and the kiss grew deeper, more intense. He nipped at your bottom lip, drawing a low moan from you.

Your hands roamed his chest, tugging on the buttons of his shirt, your nails scratching down his chest as you went. He felt impossibly solid and warm beneath your fingers. He let you undo the shirt, and pulled it off, tossing it aside, and you could see the dark hair scattered across his chest.

You leaned back, and admired his toned physique. You ran your fingers down his torso, and felt his abs flex under your touch.

"Like what you see?" he asked, a note of amusement in his voice.

You flushed, and opened your mouth to protest, but he cut you off with another kiss and moved his hands up, slowly lifting your shirt. You didn't try to stop him, despite your earlier reservations, you wanted this, and more than that, you wanted him.

He pulled the shirt over your head, and tossed it aside, his gaze lingering on your body. You were suddenly very aware of your plain, cheap bra that was hanging on by a thread. You didn't exactly get dressed that morning expecting anyone to see it, and you flushed, self conscious.

"This garment has seen better days," he said, smirking, his fingertips grazing the fraying lace.

"How dare you, it's a Brioni," you replied, mock outrage in your tone.

His eyes flashed with desire, and his touch became bolder, as his lips left a trail of kisses down your throat.

"I like that sharp tongue of yours," he murmured, his hands sliding up to cup your breasts. "I wonder how long it will take me to turn those quick words into soft moans,"

You shivered, his words sending a jolt of pleasure through you. "Don't make promises you can't keep," you breathed, arching into his touch.

"Oh, I fully intend to keep them," he said, his smirk deepening. He leaned forward, pulling your bra down and capturing a nipple in his mouth.

You gasped, the heat of his mouth making you squirm, your fingers tangling in his hair. He teased and suckled, building the sensation until it was almost too much.

He released the hardened nub, and looked up at you. "Still got any complaints?" he asked, his tone teasing.

You glared at him, but the effect was ruined by the flush of arousal on your cheeks. "No," you said, breathless. "But I have plenty of demands."

For a moment you both stopped, just looking at each other, drinking each other in. Your breathing was labored, and you were trying not to let your mind run away with you, because there was still that nagging thought, that little voice, telling you this was a mistake, that his affection wasn't genuine.

But then he smiled, it was a soft, gentle smile, and your heart lurched in your chest. No one had ever looked at you like that, like you were the only thing that mattered.

All the tension that had been building between you snapped, and your remaining clothes were shed in a frantic tangle of limbs, your hands fumbling with his belt, as he unhooked your bra. The moment you both were completely naked, he lifted you up, carrying you to your bed, and laying you down, his body covering yours.

He was strong, much stronger than you anticipated, and your hands traced over his arms, his biceps firm and muscular, as he propped himself up with his elbows on either side of your head. You could feel his erection pressing against your thigh, and you couldn't help but glance down.

"My eyes are up here, darling," he teased, and you could hear the smile in his voice.

Your cheeks flushed, and you smiled at him. "Oh, hush," you said breathlessly.

He lowered his head, his lips ghosting over yours, the light touch making your heart race. Your body was on fire, and every nerve ending was electrified, aching for more. He moved down, trailing kisses down your neck, your collarbone, your breasts, your stomach, and then lower, kissing the inside of your thighs.

He hooked your legs over his shoulders, and licked a slow stripe up your slit, the sensation making you gasp and buck your hips. He gripped your hips, pinning them in place.

"Elijah," you moaned, his name falling from your lips like a plea.

He glanced up at you, and you could see the wicked gleam in his eyes, still arrogant, still smug. "Use that sharp tongue and beg for it," he taunted, dipping down and flicking his tongue over your clit.

You whimpered, your whole body feeling like it was melting into a puddle beneath him, everything around you vanished except his lips and tongue, working magic on your cunt.

"Pl- Please," you stuttered out, your hands clutching at his hair, your eyes closing.

He hummed in response, the sound sending jolts of pleasure through your already sensitive body. His movements quickened, his tongue and lips working in perfect rhythm until your entire body tensed, the release building higher, higher. Until it finally shattered.

You cried out his name, your body arching off the bed as the climax ripped through you, every nerve alight with sensation. His grip on your hips softened as he eased you through it, his mouth slowing but not stopping until you were trembling and spent beneath him.

Elijah pulled back, pressing soft kisses to the inside of your thighs as you tried to catch your breath. Your heart was pounding, your chest rising and falling rapidly, and yet somehow, the sight of him between your legs, his lips glistening with the evidence of your pleasure, sent another wave of heat coursing through you.

You tugged him towards you, pulling him into a desperate, needy kiss, tasting yourself on his lips. It was your turn now, and you were determined to make him writhe beneath you.

You broke the kiss, and pushed him down on the bed, a surprised noise escaping him. You straddled him, and kissed him again, this time harder, more insistent. His hands roamed over your body, pulling your hips down and grinding his cock against you. He felt so thick, and you felt a twinge of nerves, a little voice of doubt creeping in.

He sensed your hesitation, and paused, his eyes searching your face, his gaze filled with concern.

"What's wrong?" he asked, his tone gentle and reassuring. "Do you want to stop?"

You shook your head, a little embarrassed, "No, it's just... never mind,"

He pressed a soft kiss to the side of your jaw, his hands gently rubbing your thighs, his gesture so tender and intimate that it made you ache.

"You can tell me, what is it?" he asked, his gaze locking onto yours.

You took a deep breath, pushing away the insecurity. "It's... it's just been a while, and... you're bigger than average and it's intimidating, ok? Now, please, shut up and don't say anything," you blurted out, and then closed your eyes, feeling like a complete idiot.

You didn't see him grin, or the way his gaze softened with affection, but you heard him laugh, low and soft. It made your heart clench in your chest, and your eyes opened, meeting his again.

He leaned in and kissed you, all tender and gentle and you found yourself wrapping your arms around him, kissing him back with everything you had.

"We'll go slow," he said softly, breaking the kiss. "You just say the word, and we can stop," he reassured you, and you nodded, a small smile on your lips.

"I'll hold you to that," you replied, a mischievous glint in your eyes.

"I expect nothing less," he smirked, a teasing lilt in his voice.

You kissed him again, letting yourself melt into him, into the moment. All thoughts, all doubts, were banished, and the only thing that mattered was him, his skin against yours, his lips on yours, his hands exploring every inch of you. You lowered yourself down onto his cock, taking him slowly, savoring the feeling of him stretching and filling you. He let you take the lead, his touch gentle, his lips soft.

You began to move, setting a slow, steady pace, your hands on his chest, the muscles firm beneath your fingertips. His hair fell across his forehead, and his lips curved into a small, tender smile as he looked up at you. His eyes were dark with lust, but his smile was warm, and your heart beat wildly in your chest, because there it was again, that same emotion in his eyes that you were so afraid of.

"Don't look at me like that," you said, your voice soft and breathless.

His brow furrowed, confused. "Why not?"

"Because..." you began, and then let out a gasp, as he guided your hips, rolling them in just the right way, the movement hitting a sweet spot inside you.

He smirked, his gaze locked on yours as he repeated the motion, coaxing another soft gasp from your lips, your nails digging into his chest.

"Because what?" he asked, his voice low and teasing.

"Because, you're making it impossible for me to hate you," you admitted, the words slipping out.

"Oh darling, you never hated me," he replied, a soft grin on his lips. "You like me, just like I like you."

You blushed, the warmth spreading across your cheeks, and buried your face in the crook of his neck, hiding the flush.

"Shut up," you muttered, your voice muffled against his skin.

He laughed again, and the sound made you melt, the warmth in your chest growing. His hands squeezed your ass, lifting you up and then lowering you back down, thrusting up to meet you. You moaned, the pleasure building again, the friction, the pressure, the intensity sending you over the edge, the heat coiling in your belly and then snapping, sending you spiraling into a second climax, Elijah following you soon after.

The two of you collapsed into the bed, breathless and sweaty, and yet, somehow, utterly content. You turned onto your side, curling up next to him and for the first time since you met, neither of you had anything to say, and so you laid there, quietly holding each other, enjoying the moment.

After a few minutes, he finally spoke, his hand brushing your hair back.

“Stay here," he murmured, his voice softer than you’d ever heard it. "I’m going to run us a bath,”

"You don’t have to-" you started, but he pressed a kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering for a moment before he climbed out of bed.

You watched as he walked naked to the bathroom, your eyes tracing the smooth lines of his back and the strength in his movements. His ass was distractingly perfect, and you couldn’t help but bite your lip, a soft giggle escaping as you buried your face in the pillow. It still felt surreal that only moments ago, that incredible body had been entwined with yours.

A minute later, Elijah appeared in the doorway, leaning casually against the frame. His smile was soft, almost shy, and it sent a flicker of warmth through your chest.

"Join me?" he asked, holding his hand out to you.

You stood and took his hand as he led you into the bathroom, the warm, fragrant water drawing you in. You sunk into the tub, the hot water feeling amazing against your skin.

Elijah sat behind you, his legs on either side of yours, and you relaxed back against his chest, sighing contently.

“This is nice," you murmured, letting your head rest on his shoulder.

"Yes, it is," he replied, his hands resting on your waist, pulling you closer. "Although this tub is much too small."

You laughed softly, the sound warm in the steamy air. "Not everything has to be extravagant, you know. Sometimes simple is... enough."

He was quiet for a moment, his chin brushing against your temple as he exhaled slowly. "You may be right," he admitted. "Though I can’t say I’m used to the concept."

You turned slightly, glancing back at him with a teasing smile. "Elijah Mikaelson, admitting he doesn’t need everything to be perfect? I should document this moment."

He chuckled, low and rich, his fingers gently tracing patterns along your arm. “I confess when I sent you that invoice for my suit, I knew I was being... unreasonable." He let out a low sigh, his voice softening. "It wasn’t about the suit. It wasn’t even about the money. It was... control. A petty attempt to assert dominance over a situation that, frankly, didn’t warrant it.”

You turned fully now, your gaze meeting his, the steam curling lazily around the both of you. "That’s… surprisingly self-aware of you," you said, a teasing lilt to your voice, though your heart softened at his honesty.

"I am capable of introspection, occasionally," he replied, the hint of a smile tugging at his lips. He looked thoughtful for a moment, before adding, "I’d endure a thousand ruined suits if it meant having you here, like this."

You leaned up and pressed a soft kiss to his lips, feeling more content than you had in a long time. "You have me," you murmured, smiling softly.

For a moment, Elijah didn’t respond. He simply held you, his eyes searching yours as though he couldn’t quite believe your words. Then he smiled, wide, genuine, and entirely disarming.

"Good," he said quietly. "Because I don’t intend to let you go."

You laughed softly, settling back against his chest. His arms tightened around you, holding you close as the water lapped gently against your skin. The moment felt suspended in time, the world outside the bathroom fading into a distant memory.

"I think I like you better like this," you teased, tilting your head to glance back at him. "A little less... perfect. A little more human."

He chuckled, the sound warm and low. "You make it sound like I’ve been unapproachable," he said, though his tone carried no real offense.

"You were," you replied with a smirk. "I mean, who sends someone an invoice for a coffee stain? That’s peak villain behavior."

"I'm a bit attached to my clothing, it's something of a personal weakness," he admitted, a wry smile playing on his lips. "But I can admit when I've made a poor decision."

You smiled, leaning up to press a soft kiss to his jaw. "Well, for the record, I like the softer, more vulnerable side of you," you murmured.

He tilted your chin up, his eyes searching yours for a moment before his lips brushed against yours in a slow, sensual kiss.

"I like you when there is fire in your eyes, and venom on your tongue," he said, a smile tugging at his lips. "Although, you are allowed to let people take care of you, once in a while,"

You laughed, shaking your head. "Yeah, that's not really my style."

"It could be," he replied, a hint of amusement in his voice.

"Well, I guess I could try," you said with a playful shrug. "But I'm not letting you pay for everything."

"We'll discuss the terms," he said, his tone light and teasing.

The two of you stayed there, wrapped up in each other, the steam rising around you. The moment felt both achingly tender and deliciously intimate. You never imagined that the man who had been such a thorn in your side would become so central to your happiness, but here, in his arms, you realized that perhaps it was fate that had brought you together.

And that sometimes, the best things in life are the ones you never planned for.

{Part One}{Part Two}{Part Three}

[chuuniversal]

KISS ME THROUGH THE PHONE, BABY!

☆*:.｡ the pro hero red riot finds himself in a hard situation during a night away from you… how will you help him is the question

note from chuu: kiri has been picking at my brain since i saw the leaks and…i needed to scratch this itch. this is from an old fic i posted years ago but revamped <3 i hope you like!

cw: time-skip pro hero! kirishima, phone sex, mutual masturbation, sex toy, f! reader, pet names used (baby, pretty girl, baby boy, dollie), established relationship, slight praise, slight begging. MDNI!! BLANK/ AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED <3

distant overnight missions were always hard for pro hero red riot. he was forced to sleep in a cold, desolate hotel room that lacked the warmth you radiate, forced to sleep on a shitty queen mattress alone without your touch, and more importantly forced to handle his aching hard on. alone.

the clear, flesh light wrapped around kirishima’s cock can only do so much. it just doesn’t feel the same as you do. it can’t pull him in closer and leave deep red marks on his back and shoulders when he hits that sweet spot deep within you, definitely doesn’t whine and mewl his name the way you do. different fluctuations and pitches of his name that push him over the edge, but all he has right now is a poor excuse of “good pussy” and a limp dick.

he can’t help but call you, praying to whatever higher being that you respond and are willing to humor him.

“hello?”

“baby…n-need you…”

need you. it’s hiccuped and groaned, faint squelching in the background telling you the purpose of this call without anything being verbalized. he’s adorable when he gets like this, all clingy and in need of your voice to get off. you can’t help but giggle to yourself.

“hi baby boy, need me?” you greet him with the same softness he’s fallen in love with, a little sultry added to the tone of your voice as you wait for him to tell you his needs.

“i…want you to say my name, it’s r-really pretty when you say it…please” he’s embarrassed, the pro hero red riot is currently on the phone whining to his girlfriend and begging. he feels like a fucking loser but he can’t help himself, his hips bucking into the toy in anticipation.

eijirou leaves your lips multiple times, spaced out and delicate enough to make your boyfriend feel tingly inside. you can hear the slight hitch in his breath and the gentle schlick of the toy on his shaft over and over. you imagine it’s covered in a shiny glimmer of precum, his tip collecting a good amount of it inside the clear toy. god you wish you were there…to see his face flushed and in pure ecstasy, pathetically humping a cheap toy he found online.

“you close, eiji baby?” you ask with a slight impatience. not because you’re rushing him but because you’re getting worked up yourself, rubbing your thighs together and biting the plush of your bottom lip.

“c-can you just touch yourself? i know you want to.” you hum a soft okay, tugging at the pebbled bud imprinting your shirt. he can hear the restraint in your sighs of pleasure, your quietness making his need bubble up again. “angel, what’re you doing? why did you get quite on me.” kirishima groans as he continues to stroke himself off. he needs to hear you, needs to know what naughty things you’re doing while he’s not there. you’re coy at first, telling him you’re pinching and tugging at your nipples and massaging your tits through your old school shirt you sleep in from time to time. “wish it were you, eiji... they’re so s-sensitive, ngh.”

you’re getting whinier and whinier, fully groping your titties as you rub your thighs together for whatever friction that can sooth the growing ache. “i know baby, i bet that pussy is soaked from the way you’re moaning. ah f-fuuuck!” he couldn’t take it anymore, biting the inside of his cheek as he listened to you writhe on the other end, stroking his cock even faster. “keep playing with your tits, angel. you sound fucking gorgeous- shit! so fucking gorgeous!”

you whine in frustration as you tug harder, “e-eiji, wanna play with my pussy…don’t you wanna hear me?” the thought of your delicate mauve, pinkish center oozing juices of your desire put your boyfriend’s stomach in knots. fuck hearing it at this point, he wants to see it, switching the audio call to video as he scrambles to prop his phone up.

you answer and immediately hear the harsh squelching of the faux pussy gliding up and down kirishima’s length, crimson hair disheveled and matted to his sweat kissed forehead as his face twisted and contorted in frustration and pleasure. he was coming undone and at his breaking point, hips stuttering desperately while groans and whimpers escaped him. “play with it for me, dollie. wanna see you fuck yourself nice and pretty. the way i like it.” you put on a show for him, slowly pulling your panties down revealing your soaked cunt. your legs spread and your fingers delve in, your finger rubbing frantic tight circles into your aching clit while the other hand’s middle and ring prod at your hole. fuck you’re gorgeous, glistening folds and puffy lips in full view as you look into the phone camera. “l-like this?” you say sheepishly as your reflection causes waves of heat to radiate your cheeks. you feel embarrassed having yourself spread like this, the way you avoid looking at the camera makes kirishima’s cock twitch.

“there she is, just like that. such a pretty girl, my pretty girl – f-fuck.” he watches your fingers push in and out, the loud squelching of your pussy and your whines making him give in. “this thing ain’t any good, i- shit! n-need you, wanna bounce you on my fucking cock until i’m empty. u-until you’re dizzy, baby please.” bouncing on his cock would be ideal right about now, stuffing you full and being able to feel the desperate throb of his shaft.

a few fast pumps and twists of his wrist was all it took for spurts of hot sticky cum to coat the inside of the clear plush plastic, so much of it that it drips down to his balls. kirishima’s haggard breaths die down as he goes at it again, working himself up with lazy strokes.

“f-fuck, m’close…s-so close.” you hiccup as you squirm against your soft sheets, whining and rapidly rubbing your clit until it finally hits you, a rush of euphoria shooting up your calves. strings of curses and your lover’s name are ripped from you. “m’here angel, right here.”he talks you down with sweet praises, shushing your hiccupy pleas for him to come over and fill you up. “don’t worry your pretty little head, eijirou’s gonna take good care of you once im back from this mission. promise”

☆*:.｡. o(≧▽≦)o .｡.:*☆thank you for reading! if you enjoyed feel free to like, reblog and or comment! send an ask if you want, i don’t bite :3!

[dazedandconfused-15]

Heaven's in your eyes (Part 5)

I just wanted to apologise to everyone for going M.I.A. over the last few months. It's been a lot—new job, Christmas, etc. I haven't forgotten about this fanfic, nor have I forgotten how much love it's been receiving since the first chapter. Thank you again, guys. SMUT is coming VERY soon, but remember, this is a slow burn… ;)

Summary: Life in Hawkins is dull and lonely, especially after your mom abandoned your family, leaving you even more isolated amidst school rumors. Already shy and with few friends, you find solace in your solitude—until Billy Hargrove, the intriguing new boy from California, comes into the picture. To your surprise, Billy seems to seek you out, finding ways to talk to you despite the odds. Never in a million years would you have imagined forming such an unexpected bond with someone.

Link to: Part 1 Part 2, Part 3 and Part 4

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The day you return to school comes far too soon. You managed to get by by skipping Friday, but today is Monday, and you can’t afford to miss another day. The lessons are piling up, and with tests looming closer—especially as the end of the year nears—catching up is no longer an option.

This morning, your dad dropped you off before heading to work. When you close the car door behind you and face the school building, you take a shaky breath. You’re prepared to face whatever consequences come from your decisions, but you can’t shake the tight knot of anxiety in your stomach.

You scan the parking lot filled with students, searching for the familiar faces of Tina, Vicky, or Carol, but you don’t see them. Instead, your gaze lands on Billy. He’s leaning against the side of his car, chatting with Max. Max has her backpack slung over one shoulder and his skateboard on the other, while Billy pulls a cigarette from his pack, both of them seemingly deep in some animated argument.

You hesitate. Do you approach him? You called him the day after that night, like he asked, and he reassured you that Monday would be fine—that you shouldn’t worry. But after that, you didn’t hear from him. You’re left with no clue where you stand with him. After that kiss... what are you? Are you still friends? Or something more?

You try to push away any hope, but a small part of you can’t help it. The uncertainty lingers, weighing on you.

As if he feels the pressure of your gaze, Billy turns his head. Your eyes meet.

Max, still talking and gesturing, notices Billy’s gaze and follows it to where you’re standing. Billy lifts his hand, waving for you to join them. You tighten your grip on the strap of your backpack, walking toward them, mentally preparing for whatever might happen.

“You okay?” Billy asks when you reach them.

“Hey, yeah.”

Billy glances back at Max. “You got that?”

“Billy, it’s not like I’m…”

“I don’t care,” he cuts Max off sharply. Max opens her mouth, as if she’s about to protest, but then thinks better of it. She looks away, her expression a mix of scowl and concern. You’re not sure what’s going on, but Billy doesn’t seem to notice. His blue eyes remain locked on her face, intense and unwavering. “You really want that to happen again? Do you like pushing him until things blow up?”

“Of course I don’t!” she scowls, looking back at him. 

“Then stop being so goddamn stubborn and do as I say.” Billy lights a cigarette, his eyes staying fixed on Max. You shift uncomfortably, unsure whether to look away or stay. This moment between the two step-siblings feels more personal than you’re ready for, and you're left wondering what's going on.

“You’ll have plenty of time on the weekends. Otherwise, it’s straight home after school.”

“Alright.” Max grits her teeth as she says it, though it’s clear her frustration is with the situation rather than Billy himself.

Billy watches her for a long moment, taking a drag from his cigarette as if assessing whether she’s truly accepted his ultimatum. Max holds his gaze at first but eventually looks away, her discomfort evident, even though she tries to hide it. Billy’s stare is intense, like he’s daring her to challenge him again.

“You’re gonna be late. Go to class.” Billy jerks his chin toward Hawkins Middle School, a few feet away from the high school. “I’ll see you by the car at four.”

Max says a soft “hi” to you before leaving, heading off with her skateboard. You watch her go in silence, your eyes shifting back to Billy as the tension lingers in the air.

“Is everything okay?”

Billy exhales a long sigh, tapping the cigarette and flicking the ashes onto the ground. “Yeah. Just gotta remind her how things work around here from time to time.”

“She seems upset…”

“Well, next time, she better listen so she won’t be.”

You notice the tense set of his jaw and the way his gaze stays locked on Max’s retreating figure, and it’s the first time you’ve seen him like this—so tightly wound.

“Billy…” you say softly. “It’s normal for a kid her age to push boundaries sometimes.”

“Not in this household.” Billy shakes his head, his hand holding the cigarette rising to his face as he scratches his eyebrow with an irritated flick of his thumb. “And she knows it. She fucking knows it. But she keeps going rogue.” You fall silent, sensing the weight in his words, and your nerves spike as you wonder if there’s something deeper behind this. You don’t want to push him to talk, but you can feel the storm brewing inside him.

He takes a drag from his cigarette, his hand trembling slightly before he speaks again. “Neil went ballistic last night.”

“What did he do?” you ask, a wave of concern rushing through you. “Did he hurt her?”

“No.” Billy’s voice is rough, but he shakes his head, his eyes flicking away for a moment. “He got close, but…”

“Oh God…”

“It’s fine. He didn’t touch her. I stepped in before it got worse.”

Billy’s gaze stays fixed on the distance past your shoulder. It’s obvious he’s trying to push the conversation away, but you can sense there’s more that he’s not saying.

“So he hit you?” you ask, a knot of dread forming deep in your chest. Billy shakes his head, letting out a frustrated sigh as he shifts against the car, finally meeting your gaze again.

“I’m fine. He was too drunk to even hit me properly.”

Relief washes over you, and you nod, taking in a breath. “Alright, but—this can’t keep going on…”

Before you can finish, Billy surprises you, reaching out and pulling you close by the waist. Your hands land against his chest, and you’re suddenly close enough to feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat under your palms.

“Hey, it’s all good. I’ve got it,” he reassures you, his voice softer now, but the intensity is still there, buried under the surface. 

This closeness leaves you momentarily speechless, sending your mind into a tailspin. You try to pull yourself together, feeling your heartbeats quicken as you're flush against him. “But…”

“It’s always a rollercoaster with him. As long as we know how to move around him it’s gonna be ok.” still holding you against him with his other hand, he brings the cigarette to his mouth and takes another puff. You’re too entranced by his scent, his red mouth as he exhales the smoke on the side to avoid blowing it on your face. “Stop worrying so much.”

You shake your head in defeat, your mind silently racing as he finishes his cigarette. There is a reason why you worry so much. Billy can downplay it all he wants, but you are fully aware of what his father represents. You have seen it on his skin, in his eyes and in his attitude when he’s around older men. Max is so young and you are certain that Neil has touched her mother as well. You wonder what she looks like; you've never met her. Billy brings you back to the present moment by gently squeezing your waist. His tourmaline eyes roam over your face. The combination of his gaze, so casual, and his warm hand touching your body sends you into heat. 

“You good?” 

You know what he’s referring to. For a moment you stopped thinking about it. Now it comes back in full force and your anxiety is increasing with every second. You feel overwhelmed by this emotion along with how flush his closeness makes you feel. Your mouth feels dry.  “I don’t know. I don’t know how it’s gonna be.” 

“You’re fine. Nothing’s gonna happen. Alright?” 

You nod, unconvinced, and as he brings his face closer to yours, his breath fanning over your face, mint an tobacco. Your heart races quickly as his lips brush against yours. You struggle to realise it, you didn't think he would kiss you again so soon. You certainly didn't think he would kiss you here. It is as if an electric shock was born from your kiss. The surprise triggered by the fact that what happened the other night is not just a vague memory makes you even more euphoric. His hands tighten their grip on your waist, pulling you flush against him. You completely ignore the risk of burning yourself with his cigarette, which continues to die slowly, held between the fingers of his free hand. You rest your hands on his shoulders, denim against your skin. The rest of the people, the sounds around you disappear. You are awash in the passion with which he kisses you, makes you euphoric. His hand leaves your waist and comes to rest on your cheek and you give him space, your hands descend to his chest. The sound of the bell breaks the moment, but you both seem to struggle to break the kiss. You are aware that you must enter the building but each time you pull your lips away Billy chases you, urging you to chase him back. After an eternity, perhaps because you are both out of breath, your lips part with difficulty and you squint, dazed. Your mind tries to regain focus as they move from his heated gaze to where your hands lie against his chest, tucked white shirt in denim jeans. His necklace. He squeezes your waist, as he exhales against your lips. You do not dare to meet his gaze because you know you would not be able to resist him. You have to go back to class. Billy seems to think the same as you because he pulls his face away slightly, bringing the cigarette back to his mouth between the two of you. It is now practically finished. Tilts his head back as he exhales. You eye his Adam apple. 

“Well, shit.” he clears his throat, a chuckle leaving his lips as his eyes briefly look past your shoulder. This makes you feel hotter, flattered by his exclamation. You understand very well what he feels. You feel yourself going up in flames as much as he does. “Guess we gotta go now,” he mutters, his eyes finding yours. 

It is as if he is seeking your confirmation.  It's clear that neither of you wants to move from here. 

“Yeah. Yes, let's go,” you nod, shaken and still dazed. You move away from him slowly, aware that if you moved too quickly you would stumble or lose your balance. 

Most of the students have already entered the building, but some of them are lounging by the entrance, and some of them are looking at you and Billy as you both walk in. It is likely, indeed certain, that they have seen you back in the parking lot. You decide to ignore their persistent stares completely. You feel relieved when you notice the absence of familiar faces once you are in the main hallway. Maybe you can avoid unpleasant situations at least until lunchtime. You turn to Billy, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear. It's time to part. You won’t share History class together today. 

“I'll stay in the library to study later today,” you inform him. You have a habit of always going home together, but you have a Chemistry test in two days and need to study.

Billy doesn’t look at you. His eyes are fixed on something to your right. You know that look. You follow his gaze and spot Tommy Hagan by the trophy cases at the end of the hallway.

“Billy?”

“You said Carol was with Tina that day?” His voice is low, but it’s more of a statement than a question. Your heart sinks as you quickly put the pieces together.

“No, Billy, please don’t make a scene.”

His eyes never meet yours. “It’s alright.”

“Billy—”

Billy whistles sharply, cutting you off. “Hey, Hagan!” Tommy Hagan turns around, his indifferent expression shifting to concern when he sees Billy heading his way. You hesitate behind him, dread pooling in your stomach. What is Billy going to do?

“Can I have a word?” Billy calls out as he strides toward Tommy.

Tommy glances between Billy and you, uncertainty written across his face. “Uh, sure.”

“Your girlfriend and I have a problem,” Billy starts, his tone sharp. You feel agitation rise in your chest, already dreading where this is going.

Tommy’s brows furrow. “What?”

“Tell her to quit bothering her.” Billy points to you with a sharp motion of his thumb. Tommy’s gaze follows Billy’s direction, then his expression shifts into one of incredulity, followed by a short burst of laughter.

“What? Are you s—”

Billy cuts him off. “See, I don’t beat up girls.” his tone casual, almost dismissive. “I’m not an animal. But if she doesn’t stop with the bitching right now, it’s your ass next.”

You rush toward them, tugging weakly at Billy’s arm as students begin to slow down, watching the scene unfold. “Billy, come on.”

Billy doesn’t budge. He looks at Tommy, who’s starting to squirm under the pressure, and adds, “You got the hint pretty quickly. So why don’t you do the same with her? Update her on how things are gonna be from now on. I won’t be so nice next time.”

The calmness in Billy’s voice is chilling, but his eyes are a storm, seething beneath the surface. “You hear me?” he asks, tilting his head to the side, his blue eyes piercing through Tommy like a warning.

Tommy stiffens, looking down, unable to hold eye contact. He nods several times, trying to keep his composure. “Yeah, man. Safe and sound.”

Billy nods, slaps Tommy on the shoulder with a casual, almost condescending gesture. “Thanks.”

As you both walk side by side down the corridor, you feel the weight of everyone’s gaze, the whispers and stares burning a hole through you. You can’t shake the feeling that every step is being scrutinized.

Luckily, you don’t share first period with Tina. Chemistry is just Carol and Vicky, and while they shoot you their usual derisive looks, they don’t say a word. Without Tina, they seem to lose their bite, their presence fading without their leader to prop them up. It suits you just fine.

The rest of the morning goes by without any issues, but by the time lunch ends and Math class rolls around, unease settles in your stomach. Tina is in that class with you. When she walks in, you brace yourself, expecting some kind of confrontation. But instead, she just shoots you a dark look and storms past your desk without a word. Her footsteps are heavy, her scowl deep. You hear her drop onto her chair behind you with a loud thud, the sound making you tense.

You’ve never seen her like this.

The teacher walks in, pulling her things from her duffle bag as the usual classroom chatter hums around you. Out of the corner of your eye, you catch Carol abruptly getting up from her seat next to Vicky and making a beeline for Tina. Your stomach tightens. You risk a glance their way. They’re whispering, fast and animated, their heads ducked close. It doesn’t look good.

As if sensing your gaze, Tina looks up—and locks eyes with you.

Her icy stare makes you go stiff. She tongues her cheek, her expression a mix of defiance and contempt. You swallow and turn back to your desk, willing yourself to ignore it.

The rest of the afternoon drags unbearably slow. You wait for something to happen, for one of them to approach you between classes, to say something, do something. But nothing comes. By the time the final bell rings, you take your time packing up, head down, hoping to avoid them in the hallway. But they don’t even acknowledge you as they leave.

Relief floods you when you’re the last to say goodbye to the teacher. You make it to the library without issue, slipping inside where it’s mostly empty—most students eager to escape the school building as soon as possible. You pass a quiet boy from your class who glances up at the sound of your footsteps, offering you a shy smile before returning to his book.

You settle at one of the farthest tables, tucked behind a bookshelf. No one bothers you, but focusing is impossible. Your thoughts spiral. Tina’s strange behavior, Billy. Especially Billy.

His hands. His lips. His gaze.

The two kisses.

By the time you’re leaving the building, your mind is still clouded with him. You’re nearly at the exit when you hear male voices behind you. Then, a whistle.

Your body tenses instinctively, already on guard, ready to shut down whoever decided to be an idiot today. But when you turn around, you’re met with a different sight.

Billy.

“Hey.” he approaches you with his sports bag slung over his shoulder, his teammates behind him.

“Hey..” 

“See ya, man.” the boys greet him, throwing you a brief glance as they all walk past you. 

“I didn’t know you had practice today.”

Billy shrugs. “Didn’t know either, they moved it from Friday to tonight.” 

His hair has lost some of its volume, damp curls falling over his forehead, with smaller strands clinging to his neck. He’s wearing gray sweatpants and a t-shirt under his denim jacket, nothing like what you’re used to seeing him in. Usually, when he has practice, you go home alone.

The sight of him like this stirs something in you, something you can’t quite put into words. There’s a familiarity to it, a quiet intimacy. Stripped of leather, denim, silver rings, and a perfectly styled haircut, he feels… softer. Warmer. Like home.

“Watcha still doing here?” he asks you. You can smell his shampoo mixed with his cologne. You try not to drop your eye on his mouth as he chews on a gum. 

“I was in the library.” he indeed wasn’t listening to you earlier this morning.

“Good thing I got practice then, huh?” he jerks his chin toward the exit behind you, as he starts walking toward it, so you follow along.

As you both step out of the high school, the heavy doors swinging shut behind you, you’re immediately met by the warmth of the evening air. The parking lot is bathed in golden light. The lingering heat from the sun settles over your skin like a comforting blanket, thick with the scent of summer grass and faint traces of freshly cut lawns from the nearby fields.

The sky is a vast canvas of soft, golden light, stretching high and clear, only just beginning to fade toward deeper blues at the edges.

“So how was your day?” he asks. 

“It was fine.”

“Yeah? Everything went well?”

You actually want to ask him if he had anything to do with Tina, Vicky and Carol's behaviour. But you prefer to wait until you are both in the car. 

“Yeah. How was yours? Was practice okay?”

“Not too bad. Coach gave us some shit 'cause the big game against Chesterton’s coming up. He says they’ve got a couple of new guys who are supposed to be real hotshots, so he’s on us to keep our heads in the game,” he says as he drops his sports bag in the trunk. “Keeps saying it’s our ‘chance to prove ourselves.’ Like winning every other game wasn’t enough.”

The sounds of the quiet parking lot surround you, the slamming of car doors, and the subtle echo of laughter from the rest of the basketball team as they all leave. 

“Is he always this harsh to you?” 

“Always is. Eh, who cares. Got used to it.”

The inside of the car is stifling after being parked in the sun all day, the black leather almost burning your skin as you sit down. You breathe a sigh of relief when Billy rolls down both windows, letting in a rush of fresh air.

“Yeah, it’s boiling in here. Do you have plans?” Billy asks as you pull out of the parking lot and onto the road.

“Not really, no,�� you answer. During the week you normally just stay at home. You turn to look at him, curious. “Why?”

“Let’s head to the lake. Freshen up a bit.” 

“Oh. You wanna swim?” 

“Yeah, why not. It’s warm enough now.” 

You find yourself at a loss for words, his sudden offer making your stomach twist with unease. The two of you have never swum together, always staying near the water’s edge. You knew the time would come sooner or later if you kept going to Lovers Lake as summer arrived, but you didn’t expect it to be so soon. So, you come up with the lamest excuse possible.

“Uhm, can we do it another day? I don’t have my swimsuit with me.”

“We can stop by your house to get it.”

“But you don’t have your swimming trunks either.” 

Billy waves his hand in a dismissive gesture as he reaches for his pack of cigarettes. “Don’t need it. Just gonna use my gym shorts.”   

You find yourself speechless. Not knowing which excuse to find.

“Hey, if you don’t wanna-”

“No, no. I want to!” you rush. You don't want to miss an opportunity to spend time with him. Even if you have to risk him not liking what he sees once you’re in nothing but a swimsuit. “I was just... never mind. Let's go, let's stop at mine to pick it up.”

You tell Billy to wait in the car—you won’t be long. As soon as you shut the front door behind you, you rush to the bathroom, grabbing your razor in a frenzy. In your haste, you nick your calf, wincing as a thin line of red beads on your skin. But there’s no time to dwell on it. You finish up quickly, dart to your room, and snatch your bikini on the fly, slipping it on before pulling your clothes back over it.

When you step outside, you immediately spot Eddie Munson standing by the Camaro, right in front of Billy’s door. You haven’t seen him in days. His trailer door is open behind you, he must’ve stepped out when he heard the engine.

He glances up as you approach, offering a nod in greeting before turning his attention back to Billy. You catch the tail end of their conversation as Eddie gestures to one of the many tattoos inked across his bare forearm.

“...sick, man.”

“I can ink you up sometime. Just tell me your price and I’ll cut you a deal,” Eddie shrugs. “I’m flexible.” 

“Sweet. That’d be great.”

“I’ll see you soon, yeah?” Eddie straightens up, his gaze flicking to yours. You’ve never talked much. He seems like a nice guy, but there’s always been something about him that makes you a little hesitant, a little shy. Maybe it’s the ever-present chain hanging from his jeans. Maybe it’s the way he’s always dressed in black. “Hey. How’s it going?”

“Hi, not too bad,” you reply giving him a small smile. “How are you?”

“I’m good yeah. See you.” he starts walking backward toward his trailer, then points at Billy. “You got yourself a nice guy.” 

“Oh. It’s huh, it’s, wer-re not-” you stutter, feeling your cheeks heat up. Eddie throws his hands up in a quick, playful gesture — palms outward, fingers spread slightly, as if to say, "Alright, alright, I'll shut up." His grin is boyish and teasing.

“My bad! Didn’t mean to assume,” he chuckles, starting to backpedal toward his trailer. “Catch you later, neighbor.”

You glance at Billy as he leaves the dirt road and turns onto the main road. You hadn’t realized he and Eddie were so close—he never mentioned seeing him.

“Are you thinking of getting another one?”

“Huh?”

“Another tattoo,” you clarify.

“Oh.” A grin spreads across his face. “Yeah. Definitely. Got something in mind.”

“Where would you get it?” you ask, intrigued by his vague answer.

Silence.

You turn toward him in question, only to flinch slightly when you feel his fingers brush against your skin. He doesn’t take his eyes off the road as his fingertips graze your calf, his palm settling on your shin. A jolt of electricity shoots through you as you realize—this is his answer.

“Nothing too big,” he says. “Thinking red ink.”

“Oh.” You try to sound casual, as if his touch isn’t setting you on fire. “That sounds like a really cool idea.”

Billy hums in response, and the silence that follows is thick—charged—because his hand is still there, warm, his fingers idly stroking your skin. Luckily, your house is only half a mile from the lake. You’ll be there soon.

The water is still a little too cool for you, so after a quick dip, you climb out. Lover’s Lake is peaceful in the early summer evening, the water stretches wide and glassy, mirroring the sky’s soft hues. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and pine, the occasional ripple breaking the surface as a fish moves below. A gentle breeze rustles the trees, carrying the faint sound of crickets just beginning their nightly chorus. The sun hasn’t set completely yet, but the sky is shifting—shadows stretching long over the dock, the horizon painted in streaks of orange and pink.

An hour later, you both end up in your usual spot—one of the docks where you’d sit to study or just unwind. Billy props himself up on his forearms beside you, his tanned arms illuminated by the fading sunlight. Your eyes drift over his sandy blond curls, messy from the water. You have the urge to run your fingers through them, but you hold back. You’re not sure you have that kind of confidence, not yet—not with him. Even though you’ve kissed twice now, you’re afraid of pushing too much.

“Jason’s throwing a party,” Billy says suddenly.

“Oh.” The statement catches you off guard. You watch as he pulls a cigarette from his pack and places it between his lips. “Jason as in Jason Carver?”

Billy nods as he lights the cigarette with one hand, his other arm still resting on the dock. For a brief moment, his eyelashes brush against his cheek, and you find yourself staring. You follow the movement of his hand, the way his thumb lingers on the grill of the lighter before he flicks it shut and places it back down. He takes a slow drag, then pulls the cigarette away, exhaling a cloud of smoke. You love his hands.

“Tomorrow.”

You assume he’s going. Billy has never missed a party. There are rumors about him being the life of them, and yet you struggle to reconcile that version of him—the one who drinks, fights, and lets loose—with the one sitting beside you now. The boy who lent you his jacket, who hugged you, who shares this quiet moment with you. The same boy who once punched someone so hard he knocked out a tooth, nearly sending him into a coma, blood splattering across the pavement.

“Will you go?” you ask, though you already know the answer.

Billy exhales another cloud of smoke, his voice slightly rough as he stifles a cough. “Yeah. Haven’t been to one in a while.”

You hum in acknowledgment, your gaze drifting toward the opposite shore. The sun has completely set now, and though the air is still warm, the sky has darkened. Your legs float lazily in the water, barely submerged. You’re not sure if you’d feel cold, but Billy doesn’t seem to mind.

“You should come.”

Your gaze snaps back to him. At first, you’re silent, caught between surprise and uncertainty, unsure if he’s being serious.

“Me?”

“You,” he repeats, eyes glinting with amusement.

“Billy.” You let out an uneasy laugh. “You know I’ve never been to any of those parties.”

“There’s always a first time.”

You’ve never felt comfortable with the idea of parties. You know you wouldn’t fit in, would probably feel out of place—maybe even unwelcome. Rejected. And after what happened with Tina, the thought of walking into one now feels even worse. You can’t hold your tongue now that it’s on your mind again.

“Can I ask what you told Tina earlier?”

Billy looks momentarily taken aback. Then he scratches his cheek with the hand holding his cigarette, his gaze shifting past you to where the Camaro is parked in the distance.

“Aw, why are you still thinking about that bitch? Forget her. She ain’t gonna do shit anymore.”

You nudge his arm lightly with your thigh, your voice gentle but firm. “Billy.”

He looks back at you. But he doesn’t answer. Instead, he takes a slow drag of his cigarette, exhaling as the silence stretches between you.

“What have you done?” 

For the first time, his expression shifts—like a door slamming shut between you. The warmth in his eyes cools, his features hardening in a way you’ve never seen before. His jaw tightens, lips pressing into a firm line as if holding something back. The cigarette lingers between his fingers, forgotten. When he finally speaks, his voice is steady, but there’s an edge to it, sharp and unwavering.

"What, you think I’d hit a woman?"

There’s no anger, no outburst—just a quiet offense, a distance that wasn’t there a moment ago. His gaze, once open and familiar, now feels just out of reach. 

The change in him is instant, and it hits you like a splash of cold water. Your stomach tightens. You don’t like this—this sudden distance, the way he looks at you like you're someone else entirely. 

“No, that’s not what I meant!”

The words rush out, a little too fast, a little too desperate to pull him back from whatever place he’s just gone to. But he doesn’t soften. He doesn’t say anything at all. Instead, he flicks the ash off his cigarette, his gaze drifting somewhere past you, jaw still locked tight.

You shift closer, hesitating before reaching for his arm. “Billy,” you say, quieter now, trying to catch his eyes. “I wasn’t accusing you. I just… I just want to know what happened.”

Still, nothing. The silence stretches, thick and heavy between you. It’s like watching a storm settle over the ocean—calm on the surface, but something deep and dangerous churning underneath.

Your chest tightens. You don’t like this. You don’t like how far away he suddenly feels.

“Please,” you murmur. “Talk to me.”

For a second, you think he might not answer. Then, finally, he exhales—sharp, controlled, smoke curling from his lips before he mutters, “Forget it.”

But you can’t. Not now. 

Your fingers tighten slightly on his arm. “Billy, please. I didn’t mean it like that.” You shake your head, exhaling sharply. “I shouldn’t have said it like that. It just—” You pause, searching for the right words, for something that will pull him back. “Tina looked at me like she wanted to kill me today. In class. Just full-on daggers in her eyes. But she never said a word. Never even walked up to me.”

His expression doesn’t shift immediately, but you see the smallest flicker of something—acknowledgment, maybe. You push forward.

“I don’t get it,” you continue, voice softer now, careful. “I know she hates me, I could feel it. But she just sat there, staring. Why? What happened?”

Billy exhales slowly through his nose, still distant, but the tension in his jaw eases—just a little. The silence stretches, but this time, it feels different. Less cold. More like he’s deciding something.

Finally, he takes another slow drag of his cigarette, then speaks. “I talked to her earlier.”

You wait, but he doesn’t say anything else. That’s not enough. You need more.

“What did you say to her?”

Billy exhales. “Told her whatever this thing is she’s got with you, it’s done. That I don’t want to hear about it, and she sure as hell better not try dragging me into it.” his voice is calm but firm, no room for argument. “Told her to get over it and move the fuck on.”

His confession stirs something warm inside you, something that spreads too fast, too deep. The conviction in his voice, the way he says it like it’s the simplest truth in the world—it’s almost too much. You swallow hard, trying to process it, but the feeling is overwhelming, almost suffocating in its intensity.

Billy shifts beside you, exhaling sharply through his nose like he’s only just realizing how serious he sounded. He drags a hand through his hair, ruffling the curls at the nape of his neck, then drops it, fingers tapping idly against the dock. He doesn’t meet your eyes right away, gaze flicking toward the water instead.

“Thank you,” you say eventually, your voice quieter than you intended. “I just don’t want you getting antagonized by everyone because of me. That’s the last thing I want.”

Billy scoffs, a short, dismissive laugh. “As if I give a shit what these hick townies think of me.”

You don’t respond. Instead, you watch as he stubs out his cigarette against the wooden dock beside your legs. He seems so sure of what he’s saying. And deep down, you’ve always known it to be true—Billy has never cared about anyone’s opinion. You’ve seen it in the way he carries himself, from the very first time you spotted him in the school hallways.

“Tommy H’s stupid freckled face can kiss my ass.”

The statement is so unexpected that you freeze for a second. Then you press your legs together, fighting back a laugh. Billy swats away a fly that’s just landed on your knee, his hand lingering for a moment. His touch is warm, grounding, and for the first time tonight, the tension seems to ease. There’s even the ghost of a reluctant smile on his lips. The shift in atmosphere washes over you like a wave of relief.

“So…” he starts, his thumb dragging idly along your knee.

You glance at him, curious. “Yes?”

“Are you coming or not?”

It takes a second for his words to register. When they do, you let out an exasperated laugh, shaking your head. “Billy, I’m not going to the party.”

“Why not?”

“...You know it’s not my thing.” the admission feels uncomfortable, like you’re exposing something shameful about yourself. “I’d just feel weird.”

“That’s ‘cause you’ve never tried it.”

“What makes you think Tina won’t bother me there? Everyone’s gonna be drinking, and—”

“You’ll be with me the whole time, sweetheart.” His voice is smooth, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world, like you’re just making excuses.

You shoot him a doubtful look. You hadn’t even considered the possibility that he’d stick by your side all night. You’re still not convinced.

And he sees it.

Because suddenly, he lifts your leg gently, slipping beneath it as he moves closer, settling himself between your thighs. His presence feels different like this—closer, more deliberate. The warmth of his hands against your skin sends a shiver through you, but it’s not from the water.

“Come on.”

“What?” you ask with a nervous giggle, your heart stammering in your chest. His arms brush against your legs, his torso barely grazing your inner thighs.

“It’s gonna be fun.” His grin is subtle, teasing, like he already knows he’s winning.

He props himself up on his hands, the wooden dock creaking beneath the movement. The water sways below. And then his face is level with yours, his blue eyes half-lidded but impossibly intense, locking onto you like a challenge.

“Come to the party with me.”

“Billy… I…” You sigh, knowing—knowing—that right now, if he asked you to jump off a bridge, you’d probably do it without hesitation.

And when his lips brush the corner of your mouth, you know it’s over.

“Come with me.”

His voice is low, like velvet, pulling you in deeper. It’s a command, but it’s also a plea, soft but insistent. He doesn’t kiss you fully—not yet. His mouth hovers near yours, teasing, coaxing, almost as if he’s waiting for you to lean in, waiting for you to make the next move. The air between you is thick with tension, with something unspoken that neither of you can escape.

His lips place slow, wet, open mouthed kisses on your cheek. Like he has all the time in the world. And maybe he does, because you haven’t pulled away. His touch is warm, sending a trail of fire through your veins, making your breath hitch in your throat.

“Say yes.”

His words hang in the air, heavy and final. Your chest tightens. You don’t know what to say, what to do. He’s got you on the edge, holding you there, the answer in his eyes, in his touch, in the way he leans closer, as if he's asking for more than just a yes. He wants all of you.

And then, his lips are on yours, deep and slow, like he’s savoring every second, every movement. The kiss is everything. The world spins around you, and all you can feel is him, the heat of his skin, the press of his body against yours.

He doesn’t stop. He doesn’t break the kiss until you’ve lost track of time, until your mind is completely clouded with nothing but him. Your hands find their way to his shoulders, to his chest, holding onto him like he’s the only thing grounding you in this dizzying whirlwind.

And then he pulls away, but just enough for him to look into your eyes, his breath mingling with yours, his gaze dark, but searching.

“Say yes.”

You swallow hard, your pulse pounding in your ears. You’re on the edge, you know you are. And you can feel it, deep down, in your bones, that there’s no going back.

“Yes.”

[tired-duckling]

Wanna bite? (WBB players x Reader)

Ok I’m so ready to come thru w the prompt I wrote last night hihi: players and you try the “Tabs” chocolate that went viral all over tiktok which is an aphrodisiac. I can’t write smut well rn so pls enjoy some scenarios hehe.

Paige Bueckers: edited

New addition/s: Kate Martin :))

Note: topics related to consent and intimacy, we do NOT have bad miscommunication on here people !!

Paige Bueckers

You came across a tiktok about them, ordered a pack and told Paige about it. She was shocked at first when finding out what exactly was special about the chocolate you ordered, but was excited to try nonetheless. 

Both of you agreed to try it out first, only one of you would have the chocolate. To properly gauge the effects and all. It came after a few days in a little box, you were home when the package arrived so you excitedly opened it up. You read the instructions it came with, it said the recommended amount is half of the bar for an adult and that the effects can be felt around 15-30 minutes after consuming the chocolate. You pulled out your phone to check the time, it read 3:40 pm, Paige is usually back by 4pm these days. As if right on cue, Paige texted you that she was on the way back from practice. Smiling at her text, you replied “Good, because I have a surprise for you when you get home”.

You thought to surprise her with this experience so you gathered some courage and opened the box. You opened a bar, ate half and tossed the other half in the fridge. You kept the box and the other bars before hopping into the shower. “It would take a few minutes till these would affect me anyway”, you thought, unprepared for what it truly felt like in the next minutes.

When Paige got home, she called for you right after shutting the door closed. She heard the shower running so she figured you were in the bathroom. She set her things down before heading into the kitchen, craving a sweet treat. She saw the inconspicuous half eaten bar of chocolate, and thought it was the perfect amount so she munched on it immediately. Unbeknownst to her, you were already feeling the effects of the bar in the shower. 

You breathed in deeply as you started to feel hot, a heat just enveloping your body, it was a different but welcome feeling. You stepped out of the shower quickly, feeling that you might faint from the steam of the hot water along with the building heat from your core. Quickly patting yourself dry with a towel, wrapping another around yourself after. You turned your head towards the door, hearing footsteps, smiling in relief as you opened the door calling for Paige. 

Paige walked into the bedroom, munching on the last bite of the chocolate. She smiles as she sees you at your current state “Hey baby-“, she greeted you before cutting herself off at your widened eyes. “Hey, what’s wrong?”, she asks. You shook your head, trying to calm yourself, “Nothing it’s just- P, did you get that from the fridge baby?”, you ask pointing to the wrapper in her hand. Paige’s brows furrowed as she answered, “Yeah, it tastes good but Tru Fru tastes better. Why? Is there a problem?”. You chuckle, knowing full well about her addiction to Tru Fru before looking up at her as you took the wrapper from her hand, “Do you remember the chocolate I told you about? The one from Tiktok?”. She nodded as she pulled you closer by the waist, “Yeah, the ones that make you horny”, she said with a sly smile. 

You nodded, “Yeah those, they arrived today actually”, you said abashedly. “I ate half of it after texting you and left the other half in the fridge”, you finished as you showed her the logo on the wrapper. Paige’s eyes widened as it clicked on her head, you could tell she was about to panic so you tried to calm her down. “Baby it’s fine, the recommended amount is half a bar so I think we would be fine, hopefully”, you added lowly by the end. 

Paige nodded as she calmed down before looking down to you, “Are you ok though?”, she asks her eyes full of concern. “You mentioned you have taken your half a while ago, meaning you would be feeling the effects right now”, she muttered lowly as she stares into your eyes. Nodding your head quickly as you have been trying to play it cool while explaining to Paige what happened. “It feels weird, but like in a good way?”, you answered in a whisper. Gasps leaving your lips as the throbbing heat in your core gets hotter, Paige’s touch on your body not helping your case either. It makes you want to take the towel off, it was hot, too hot even. Breathing in slightly harder as your grip on Paige’s shirt tightened, feeling the pressured heat reach your abdomen. Paige’s hands, roaming your towel clad body before settling back to your waist. “You ok baby?”, she asks with a small smirk on her face. You hummed yes, looking into her eyes, “Hope you can handle me P”, you say teasingly with a sly smile. Paige’s smirk widens at your words, “Hmm yeah, I might do more than just handle you sweetheart”, before giving you a deep kiss. 

Kate Martin (The muncher)

It is honestly diabolical at this point how addicted she is to seeing how the chocolate affects you. After finishing the first bar, she immediately ordered another box which you scolded her for before letting it go after she pulled out the puppy eyes and pout. 

While trying out the chocolate, you both consumed half each, which honestly with Kate’s stamina and overall want for you made it impossible to have her take a break between rounds. You remembered being awfully sore the whole day after with Kate being the cutest and sweetest partner by showering you with care and attention as she made sure that you had your rest and have eaten well. It was decided by both of you (mostly you), that Kate would not have any more of the chocolate for both of your sanity, and mostly out of concern of your ability to walk. 

Though ever since she saw how needy you were and how pretty you looked as you desperately tried to get any release or touch from her, she knew she was going to have to convince you to try it again.  She meticulously planned, making sure to not annoy you or do anything to frustrate you before popping in a request. 

“Hey so, do you remember those chocolate bars we bought from that Tiktok?”, she asked you as she tried to pull off a nonchalant tone. You raised your brows as you watched her put away the dishes after dinner. “Uhh yeah, I do. Why?”, you asked skeptically.  She wiped her hands on a dish towel before turning to face you, “I was thinking we should try them out again”, she said lowly, shrugging her shoulders as if to say it’s a small request.

You chuckle before clearing your throat, “Baby, we agreed that we wouldn’t try them again-“, she cuts you off. “No, I remember this conversation, we both agreed that I would not have it again”, she said putting her hand up before pointing to you. “Which means you, could still have it”, she finishes with a wink. 

You scoff before realizing, yeah she was right. You both negotiated to also not waste the money spent on the bars that it would only be Kate who would have to abstain from the aphrodisiac. Quickly shaking your head, “But babe, you are called to go to headquarters tomorrow”, you try to reason. Kate shook her head, “Cancelled, had it rescheduled. But if you feel uncomfortable with it, it’s fine-“, you cut her off this time. 

“No! It’s just-“, you paused as you tried to calm yourself down. “I just don’t like the feeling of being out of control of what I’m doing”, you confessed. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, I do trust you and I know you wouldn’t push for anything I wouldn’t want. But it’s just harder for me to let go of this want to control everything. I really liked our first experience but I can’t lie and say it didn’t slightly freak me out”, you muttered lowly by the end. 

Kate pulled you close to her, pulling you up to sit you down on the kitchen counter. She pulls your face into her hands, her eyes full of concern as she looked into your eyes. “I appreciate the honesty baby, I’m grateful that you trust me and I’m sorry if you felt pressured to have this experience with me once more. I didn’t mean to make you feel that way, I thought you were just hesitant about it because of how sore you were the morning after”, she says in a low voice. “I should have asked you the morning after, how you felt about the experience. I’m sorry baby”, she says in a soft whisper as she caresses your face.

“No, I did like it. It just freaked me out a little that’s all. I actually want to do it again, it’s just-“, you paused once more trying to piece together what you needed. “I think I need you to be more verbal with me when I’m under it”, you say in a low mutter. Kate nodded, understanding what you meant, “Of course, whatever it is you need to be comfortable”, she says before continuing, “So how do you want me to do it? Do you want me to narrate everything I would do, give you instructions?”, she asks further. You tilted your head as you thought about it, “I think both would help, to give me a slight sense of control over what I’m doing”, you say with a small smile. Kate’s eyes brightened once she sees your lips turn upwards slightly. “Of course, princess. Will even give you the best aftercare of your life every time after”, she says dramatically by the end. 

You giggled at her antics resting your arms on her shoulders before leaning down to whisper, “So where did we keep those chocolates again?”. She pulls back a little, “Right now baby? Are you sure”, she asks you, looking into your eyes, her heated gaze trained on you. You nodded before tilting your head once more, “Why? Too tired to handle me today?”, you added with a tease. She scoffs this time, picking you up from off the counter and hauling you over her shoulder making you squeal. “Kate! Put me down, I can walk!”, you exclaimed with a giggle. She chuckles at your words, “We are going to change that real quick baby”, Kate walked towards the bedroom, knowing full well she kept the chocolates in her nightstand.

(genuinely feel like Kate Martin is for the oldest daughter lesbians out there who need to always feel like they have their shit together or are in control, so yeah, sorry if this scenario is too realistic)

Hey guysss, sorry my brain is running out of creative juices so pls forgive me for this slow turn out, I also want to try and improve what i'm publishing because i do feel somewhat disappointed in my work when I know i could do better. Hope you guys enjoy!

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📏 Dr. Ratio x Reader 📏 If I were Smart, I Would've Titled This with a Math Pun

This wasn’t the sort of rigorous stimulation that you were hoping for, but it was Dr. Ratio who suggested it, so you couldn’t exactly expect anything different. You blinked at the page that was laid out before you, dumbfounded. The problem on the page was rather complex even by your standards, almost as if it were written in some otherworldly script, which had a fair chance of being true. No worries, just break it down piece by piece to solve it? All...seemingly one thousand parts of it.

Dr. Ratio stood across from you, staring directly at you while tapping his foot on the ground with his arms crossed. You were quite surprised that he had not yet donned his stone-faced disguise, and quite frankly, you wish that he had. He was eyeing you up with a gaze that just screamed, "I could’ve had this solved 20 times by now, incompetent idiot." Which, was probably true.

It took a painfully long time, but at long last, you solved it, or at least you thought that you did. Your fingers went limp and released the pen from your hand, letting it almost roll off of the desk. You laid your head face down on the desk after circling the answer with a thick yet scribbly circle, emphasizing the results of your treacherous labor. At the sound of Dr. Ratio’s footsteps getting louder, you looked up at him to still see the same glint of disappointment in his eyes.

"I take it that you have reached your final conclusion?" he asked.

Without saying a word out of fear of premature judgement, you pushed yourself up from the desk so that he may freely observe and critique your work.

He skimmed over every extra page of your work quite rapidly, and in what felt like mere seconds, he pulled out a red pen and promptly marked your paper.

"Zero marks," he said bluntly, writing a massive red X over your answer.

You had a sinking feeling from the start that this was your inevitable fate, but hearing the actual words from him somehow stung a lot worse.

"In fact, I do not believe that I have ever seen anyone mess up so…horribly," he commented. "In fact, there are mistakes within mistakes, all among the most preposterous that I have ever seen in my life."

"...Thanks?" you said, as personally having the honor of making the most mistakes that Dr. Ratio has ever seen was better than your efforts simply being disregarded.

"My words were not intended to be interpreted as compliments, but rather, as a degradation of your overall performance and attitude towards your studies.”

"So?" you said, indifferent, "I’m still thankful that you spared some of your precious time to personally put me down."

"There must be something deeply wrong with your cognitive functions," he said, twirling his pen around between his fingers, "for I have never seen anyone quite enthusiastic about insult and utter disappointment."

"There are far easier ways to call me stupid, you know," you said, mockingly.

"Is your intelligence truly so challenged to the point that you cannot comprehend my direct words without the most basic of forms being utilized within a sentence? Why, you could not solve the simplest of problems if I asked of you!"

"You think I’m that dumb? Want me to prove it?"

"Oh, I believe you plenty, but since you proposed the offer, might I ask you for your interpretation of the answer to one added onto three?"

"I’m dumb, remember? Simple terminology, please," you said.

Despite his usage of overly complicated roundabout terminology, you knew exactly what he was asking of you. He was asking you to add 1 and 3 together. A simple question that anyone, even someone with your abilities could answer with ease. But, you wanted to see just how far you could push Dr. Ratio, before he caught onto your methods of toying with him. His patience was impressive enough considering how by now, you would’ve expected him to simply mark your paper with a failing score and walk off without another word.

With a noticeable twitch of frustration in his eyes, Dr Ratio said, "Fine, what is one plus three?"

"Five," you said, quickly and confidently.

"Are you positive that that is your final answer?"

You nodded yes. Dr. Ratio, no longer holding back his annoyance, leaned in closer and lifted your chin up with the back of his pen, forcing your eyes to meet his.

"You cannot possibly look me in the eyes and say that so…matter-of-factly," he said, frustrated.

"Oh, but I can,” you said with a smile. “And I just did."

"It is arguably a miracle how you have made it this far, not just in your studies, but in life as a whole. The fact that you fail to comprehend the most basic of tasks when I personally made the decision to allow you to study beneath me is well beyond my comprehension."

"Really? I was led to believe that you knew everything."

"It is physically impossible for one who is temporarily existent to learn all that our universe has to offer. Your stupidity, however, stretches even beyond the limits of our universe.”

"You’re saying that I’m so stupid that I’ve managed to become incomprehensible? Even to you?" you said with a proud grin.

"Regrettably, yes," he said, allowing the pen to fall down between his fingers, freeing his hand so that he could hold your chin up, "unless I perhaps study you for myself?"

"Study me? What is there to study, if I am as empty-headed as you claim?"

"How someone with intelligence comparable to a warp trotter has made it this far."

"But warp trotters’ lives don’t involve solving math problems, or whatever you’d call what you gave me."

"Which is why it is so baffling that you have made as much progression in your life as you have," he said, his grip tightening around your chin. "If it were anybody else, I would have promptly excluded you from my teachings."

"Anybody else?" you asked, tilting your head. "You mean, you’re going through all of this just for me?"

Dr Ratio went silent for a moment, and the grip that he had on your chin became a bit gentler. His eyes narrowed, yet his overall expression became softer. He seemed to be at a complete loss for an appropriate response to your claim. Either he was so baffled at your stupidity that he couldn’t quite find the words to express his annoyance, or you simply caught him off guard and red handed. The latter seemed more likely, as if your suggestion was truly so preposterous, he wouldn’t have wasted the time in putting you down.

"...A most fascinating conclusion," he finally said.

"Sounds like I got you now."

"I do have to applaud you for deciphering me in such a way, despite how you greatly lack otherwise."

"And after all of that, you still think Im an idiot? The answer to your question is four, by the way."

"Did it truthfully take you such an extended period of time to arrive at the correct answer?"

"No, I knew all along."

Knowing how he was the one outsmarted now, Dr. Ratio accepted defeat with grace, and laughed a little at his defeat. It wasn’t a laughter intended to put either of you down, but rather, a genuine expression of amusement, perhaps at himself for allowing such a situation to become so comedically blown out of proportion.

"Toying with me as a jest, I see. I will admit, it was rather clever of you to do in such a way, yet I still feel the need to observe you further."

"That is an unusual way of saying that you want to spend more time with me," you said with a laugh.

"Perhaps, but if it was nothing more than a jest, does this mean that you do not require my assistance with the problem before you? It seems an awful lot of effort to put into feigning intelligence, or lack thereof."

You lifted your face up from his hand and turned to look at the papers on your desk, with a large red X marked on your answer on one of the sheets. Right. You had completely forgotten about that.

“No…that I actually put my best effort into.”

“I shall see that you put your best effort forward into it during our second attempt together,” Dr. Ratio said, walking behind your chair. “Now, let us start fresh.”

He instructed you to tidy up your initial attempt and set it off to the side while he took out a fresh sheet of paper with a problem identical to the one you previously attempted on your own. He reached for the pen that was still dangling at the edge of the desk and laid it parallel to the side of the paper. As he loomed over you, you thought that he would be behind you the entire time, having to hear him critique every little mistake you make directly against your ear.

Your assumption was proven half correct when he leaned over you, placing his hands on opposite sides of you and practically pinning you to the desk. You looked to your side to see his face directly at your shoulder, able to feel his every breath against your face. Dr. Ratio smiled with an enthusiasm that seemed far too great to be suited to the likes of a basic education.

“Now then,” he whispered, “let us try our first time together.”