#B.E: L

[deepestarbiterkid]

Molly with a gun.

[jolieeason]

March 2024 Wrap-Up

Here is what I read, posted, won, received, and bought in March. Let me know if you have read any of these books and what you thought of them. Books I Read: Books Reviewed: A Fate Inked in Blood by Danielle L. Jensen—review here The American Daughters by Maurice Carlos Ruffin—review here Thirst by Marina Yuszczuk—review here A Smoking Bun by Ellie Alexander—review here Bye, Baby by Carola…

[sweetcherriexs]

oh yeah?; b.e.

smut...

the backstage area was dimly lit, the faint hum of the staff’s chatter muffled by the ones backstage with you. billie stood just out of view, her silhouette illuminated by the faint glow of the lights. she wore a tight black skirt that hugged her curves and knee-high black socks with a pair of pretty shoes that gleamed under the lights. every movement seemed deliberate, every step a performance in itself. She adjusted her mic, her fingers brushing against her lips as she whispered something to herself, her confidence radiating even in the shadows.

you leaned against the wall, arms crossed, watching her with a growing heat pooling low in your stomach. your eyes were tracing the curve of her hips, the way her skirt clung to her like a second skin. but tonight, there was something more. something electric in the air, a tension that made your breath catch in your throat. sure, you've been dating a while, and it has been amazing, but... this feeling was different. hot, and red, and it felt like you'd bleed from the inside out if you didn't get your hands on her soon.

the final notes of her last song rang out, and billie turned, her smirk catching the light as she walked backstage, her shoes clicking against the floor. she spotted you immediately, her eyes narrowing slightly, that same smirk tugging at her lips. she knows, you realized. she knows exactly what she’s doing.

“Hey, pretty girl” she said, her voice low, but carrying that teasing edge you’d come to know so well. “enjoy the show?”

you swallowed hard, your tongue suddenly heavy in your mouth. “you were incredible,” you managed, your voice barely above a whisper.

billie stepped closer, her body mere inches from yours. she tilted her head, her hair falling over one shoulder as she regarded you with that same predatory gaze. “mmm, i know. thanks, baby.” she grinned, an almost innocent act as she tilted her head.

your heart raced, your hands twitching at your sides. you wanted to touch her, to feel her skin against yours, but you knew better than to make the first move. not with billie. she was always in control, always dictating the pace.

“please,” you breathed, your voice trembling. your heart beat faster as you looked into her blue eyes, so seductive and full of lust that it made your knees wobble “can we go to the dressing room?”

billie licked her lips, sucking her teeth as she clasped her hands together behind her back. "oh, why should we?" she asked, a coy tone to her voice as she looked you up and down. "got something on your mind, my love?"

you gulped, the saliva hot and heavy as it trickled down your throat and the water in the pit of your stomach grew. "you-... you could say" you nodded, licking your dry lips.

billie hummed, looking behind her as the crew packed up and her brother conversed with their drummer. everyone so unsuspecting.

billie’s smirk widened, and she nodded, turning on her heel and leading the way without another word. you followed, your eyes fixed on the sway of her hips, the way these socks hugged her calves, the way she carried herself with an effortless confidence that made your knees weak.

the dressing room was small but private, the door clicking shut behind you. billie turned to face you, her arms crossed as she leaned back against the vanity. “okay, baby. tell me”

you stepped closer, your hands trembling as you reached for her. “I- i... i want you” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. “It-.. I want to touch you–... please, bils, I-...I can’t take it anymore.”

billie’s eyes darkened, her smirk softening into something more genuine, more predatory. “Oh, yeah?” she purred, stelling closer to you and grabbing your hips. “and what do you plan to do about it?”

your own hands moved to her waist, your fingers itching to feel her skin. “let me,” you begged, your voice thick with desire. “let me touch you.”

billie tilted her head, considering your request for a moment before nodding. “go ahead,” she said, her voice low and sultry. “but we're on limited time here, pretty. for once in your life, dont take your time.”

her words didn't phase you, only thing that reach your ears was the "go ahead" and you were doing so in a second. your fingers fumbled with the zipper of her skirt, your heart pounding as you pulled it down and let it fall to the floor. beneath, she wore nothing but a pair of lace panties, and your breath hitched at the sight. so perfect, you thought, your hands trembling as they moved to her hips.

but before you could do anything more, billie’s hands were on your shoulders, pushing you back. you stumbled, your legs hitting the edge of the couch, and you fell back onto the cushions. billie straddled your thigh, her shoes still on, her weight pressing down in a way that made your breath catch.

“you really thought you were in control, huh?” she teased, her voice dripping with amusement. “pretty girl. you should know by now—I’m always in charge.”

your hands gripped the couch cushions as she started to move, her hips grinding against your thigh with a slow, deliberate rhythm. her shoes dug into the couch, the leather squeaking softly as she rode you, her eyes locked on yours with an intensity that made your stomach flip.

“you like this, don’t you?” she purred, her voice low and teasing. “watching me take what I want from you. watching me come undone.” She chuckled lowly, leaning down to press her lips to your neck, breathing heavily as she made her way up to your ear, sucking on the skin below.

you nodded, your breath coming in short, shallow gasps. “yes,” you managed, your voice trembling. “God, yes.”

billie stopped, pulling back as she quickly got rid of her panties. the sight of her glistening pussy made your own throb with need, hips almost bucking at the sight as you fumbled with your pants, pushing them down before she straddled your thigh once more, one hand on your throat, making your breath catch again.

"be a good girl, hm? just stay like this for now" she purred, hips moving in mild motions as small gasps left her lips. her clit rubbed deliciously against the skin of your thigh and it made her mind reel with pleasure. "maybe... you'll get a reward and I'll fuck your pretty little pussy when we get home" she panted out, her tattooed hand squeezing your throat, making your own eyes roll back.

billie’s movements grew more frantic, her hips rolling against yours with a desperate urgency. her breath hitched, her fingers digging into your skin as she rode you, her eyes fluttering shut as pleasure overtook her.

“that’s it,” she murmured, her voice thick with desire. “just let me take it. let me have it.” her breathing grew urgent and you knew she was so so close, chanting your name under her breath as her other hand gripped your side, lips coming down to crash against yours. her hips glided against your thigh, painting the flesh with her arousal and the feeling alone almost made you cum on the spot. you own breathing was uneven, eyes opening when she pulled back and threw her head back in complete bliss, whimpers leaving her lips.

she came with a soft cry, her body shuddering as she collapsed against you, her breath hot against your neck. you held her, your hands trembling as they moved to her back, your own desire burning white-hot beneath the surface.

but before you could catch your breath, she was moving again, her hips grinding against your thigh with a renewed intensity. “again,” she demanded, her voice sharp and commanding. “make me come again.” her words sent a shiver down your spine and you breathed out shakily, resisting the urge to clench your thighs together. to finally get some friction.

you nodded, your hands moving to her hips as you guided her movements, your own desire building with every roll of her hips. her breath hitched, her body trembling as she rode you, her eyes locked on yours with an intensity that made your stomach flip. her hand left your throat, two of her fingers prodding against your lips and invading your mouth, pushing down your throat as your eyes locked with hers, hands still guiding her hips as they shuddered and her body shook with desire. "good girl, such a good girl for me, baby" she moaned out, watching as tears filled your eyes. "fuck fuck, yes. make me come again, princess. shit-" she gasped out, squeezing her eyes shut, mouth hanging open. in the simple span of a second she was coming again, crying out as she rode out her high and pulled her fingers out of your mouth. her hips stilled and she caught her breath while you looked up at her with round eyes.

"you did so good" she panted and kissed the corner of your lips. "don't worry, your reward is coming soon..." she mumbled and pulled back with a smile "as well as you" she smirked and your cheeks flushed at her words.

to be continued...? if you guys want

[gublershrry]

Only Angel • B.E.

Summary: you meet a girl at a party, you smoke a joint with her, and you let her fuck you like crazy.

Warnings: smut, gxg, degradation, shes high, dom!billie, sub!reader, one night stand, strap!billie, i did not proof this

You don’t know why you let Abby drag you to this party.

She claimed you needed to “go out more” and “not be so shy” now that you graduated college. Living in L. A. Was threatening to you, though. Too many people, too many drugs, too much drama.

So when your roommate first asked you to join her, you laughed in her face. When she begged you (for days, actually) you finally gave in.

“What’s the harm in it?” She asked. It was a “small” function, one of her friends from her college invited her to a party in the Hills. He told her to bring as many people as she knew. And well, Abby only really knew you. You didn’t want to disappoint her.

Plus, it’d probably be nice to get out of the house for a night, especially after moving all of your shit across the country 2 weeks ago.

And so, now you’re here, silently motivating yourself to walk through the huge doors of the mansion just 2 streets over from Rodeo Dr. That is, until Abby drags you inside by your wrist before you’re done manifesting a good night.

You immediately go to the kitchen to get a drink.

The entire house was packed, the music was loud, and you’re honestly surprised nobody has made any complaints about it to the police. The speakers were rattling and you just wondered who the hell owned this nice of a place and also listens to Drake.

3 shots later and you’re ready to wonder around the house. You look outside the back patio first, watching stupid, drunken idiots jump off the roof into the huge pool. Internally rolling your eyes, you keep looking around until you spot a girl on the couch, manspreading in cargo pants at least 4 sizes too big on her, smoking a joint while a blonde kisses down her neck.

And she spots you too.

All Billie is thinking in this moment is how innocent you look: a cute pink mini skirt with your black lace thong barely peeking through, probably by mistake, and a small sheer top with a matching bra also vaguely showing. You looked like an angel.

Your eye contact with the mysterious black-haired girl doesn’t waver, even while the blonde, practically on top of her at this point, sucks marks into her neck that will probably be there for days.

The girl blows smoke out towards you, then curls her finger to beckon you over.

You oblige.

She shoos off the other girl, who doesn’t seem phased but instead runs outside to probably find her friends. The girl on the couch pats her lap, looking you up and down, silently telling you to sit there. Instead you sit next to her, take the joint out from between her fingers, and take a long drag.

“I’m y/n” you say, not daring to look her in the eyes as you give back her joint. She takes it, and you see from the corner of your eyes as she puffs once more before putting it out on the tray in front of you.

She adjusts her backwards fitted cap before licking her lips and slouching down a little more.

“Billie. You come alone?”

You tell her Abby’s somewhere probably hooking up with a dude before Billie puts her hand on your thigh, sending chills up your spine. She leans in to your neck, her lips barely grazing your ear, and whispers just loud enough for you, and you alone, to hear.

“Wanna follow me upstairs, baby?”

So obviously, you go.

She walks behind you, staring at your ass shake each time you take a step. You silently thank God that Abby made you wear a tiny mini skirt and just a lace thong underneath. You remind yourself to thank her later.

Billie puts her hand on the small of your back as she leads you to a bedroom down the hallway, then slams the door shut and locks it. Immediately, she slams your body against the door, kissing down your neck and squeezing your hips simultaneously.

“Coming out looking like this was dangerous, you know.” Billie groans into your ear as her hands travel around your waist.

She makes her way up to your tits, gently squeezing them and then moving her hands around to take your bra off. You lift your hands up so she can rip your shirt and bra off together, your legs shaking with anticipation. After haphazardly tossing your top across the room, she grabs you and pushes you on to the bed, face down. As you moan, she smacks your ass and grabs the handprint after, soothing your fiery skin.

“You gotta hush, baby. Can’t let your friend know who you’re having fun with.” Billie tells you seductively before kissing down your spine, then propping your ass up so she can get a good view.

“So fuckin’ wet already, hm? Can’t wait to taste this pretty little thing.” Billie said quietly, to herself most likely, before grabbing your cheeks and attaching her mouth to your pussy.

She moves her tongue around expertly, making you fall apart under her touch.

“F- fuck Billie!” You exclaim, feeling your legs get even shakier and that pit grow in your lower stomach. You reach your arms out, grasping for the sheets, the pillows, anything to grab onto. You struggle to keep your moans in, not wanting to know what her punishment would be if you got too loud.

“Don’t stop, pl- ah!” You’re cut off by Billie sliding her middle finger inside of you, curling it to hit that soft, spongey spot. Your body weakens and your eyes roll into the back of your head as you shake and beg for more.

Although, all she does is stop.

As she removes her finger, she gets up and pulls your hair so hard your back arches, your back now flush against her chest. As you pant for air, she shoves her finger down your throat, watching you through hooded eyes. You taste yourself on her finger, gagging and keeping your eyes locked with hers.

She pulls your hair tighter, sliding her hand out of your mouth and grasping onto your neck instead, aggressively making out with you. Although Billie mumbled through the kisses, you heard her loud and clear;

“I’m gonna fuck you so fucking hard, angel.”

“I’m gonna turn you into a little devil in these sheets, hm? You want that?”

You nod and she releases the grip on your throat, which forces you to flop back over onto your stomach. However, this isn’t the position she wants you in.

Billie swiftly grasps the back of your legs and flips you around so you’re lying on your back as she leans over you, her knees on either side of your legs at the end of the bed. She quickly (and with one hand) takes her belt off, and then pulls her pants down revealing a strap she had been wearing this whole night. You look up into her eyes, a glimmer of fear not going unnoticed by the woman above you. She just smirks and spits down onto the fake cock, rubbing it around before running the tip up and down your folds.

She leans over you, moving your legs onto her shoulders before sliding the very end of the dick into your entrance. You gasp loudly but she shuts you up, shoving two fingers into your mouth.

Billie thrusts her hips all the way into you, watching your back arch like an exorcism.

She was gonna fuck that only angel right outta you.

As her pace sped up, your moans increased in number and volume, and she moved her fingers away from your mouth, now toying with your nipples. As she pinched and squeezed at you, she watched your jaw slack and your eyes flutter shut, appreciating the effect she had on you.

“I’m gonna cum, Billi- fuck!” You yelp, her fingers finding their way to your clit. As she rubbed tight circles, she could tell you were getting close. She watched with a low gaze as you came apart right underneath her, soaking her cock and fingers.

She fucked you all through your orgasm, hers following soon after, the pressure of the strap hitting her spot too much to handle. She slowed her pace but not her hardness, eyes rolling back and her hair falling into your face as she bent over you, cumming.

Her sighs in your ear sounded like heaven, and she lightly licked your ear before sucking on the lobe.

“God, you’re so fucking good, I wanna die tonight in your sweet little pussy.”

Idk how to write smut I’m just bored sry

[drunkinyourbenz]

୨ৎ from my family line. b.e

୨ৎ billie eilish x reader

୨ৎ genre: angst

୨ৎ content: family issues (reader), past abuse from family (specified as father), mentioned verbal abuse, implied physical abuse (only if you read into it, i don't specifically mention it), implied alcoholiscm from father, mostly just implied past issues so you can kind of just insert your own situation or use your imagination, hospital mention (breifly, and for the father), abandonment issues, comfort (from billie), super long build up until billie comes in but i promise our girl plays a big part in this!! one singular use of y/n i'm so sorry

୨ৎ note: part of my superache collection <3 based off the song family line. uh yeah this is a little piece of my soul and the most personal thing i've ever posted here so hi guys (also i'm feeding yall wdym i wrote this in the same day as footnote who is this what have i become) anyway writing this made me wanna off myself so have fun <3

୨ৎ wc: 3.1k

billie knew you didn’t have a good history with your family, everyone knew it. your father had been as cruel as your mother was tired—she was tired of him, she was tired of life. she had tried her best for you and your siblings, which you were grateful for, but you would forever mourn the childhood you never got to live. 

your father was a quiet man, but the thoughts he harboured behind the quiet mask were lethal. he said things that would live in your mind for evermore, things that you couldn’t escape from no matter how hard you tried. 

your father was your first taste of being unloved. 

you’d basically cut contact with your father after you finished high school, and moving out had been the biggest relief of your life. it had been hard, leaving home at eighteen and not getting any help from your parents, but it was needed. you needed the space, you needed to be able to breathe for once. 

but god, it was weird. you had felt alone in your family home, but you still felt alone away from them. some strange part of you missed it, missed having people around you, even if you had felt so unsafe around them. 

you couldn’t help the way your eyes gravitated towards the families during the holiday seasons—the fathers with their little girls, scooping them up in their arms and spinning them around. the family picnics, the photos, the memories that you’d never been given the chance to make. the experiences you would never live. it hurt your heart, the way you were jealous of these children, but why were you somehow so undeserving of that love? why did the universe hate you so much that it had put you in your situation instead? 

your whole childhood, you had been scared. you’d been an anxious child, and you knew it had stemmed from the way you were treated, the way you were walking on eggshells in your own home. most days, you’d go to a friend’s house for fear of what version of your father you might come home to—you’d never tell your friends the full story, also out of fear, but it was a place to hide from the sad, sad reality you’d been born into. 

in your second year of high school, your older brother had moved out. you couldn’t blame him, you knew that you would also be getting out of the house as soon as you possibly could, but he had been your only rock, your only sense of salvation. now you were alone, and there were countless nights you found yourself sitting in his childhood bedroom, staring at the empty desk and the discarded collection of school stationary in his cupboard. no one had bothered to clean anything up since he’d left, so it was kept in a permanent state of memory. 

you didn’t see your brother much after he moved out, he had distanced himself from your father and everything connected to him. you understood why, but you were alone. for the last three years of high school, you’d been the only one in the house alongside your two parents who hated each other more than anything else. 

you felt like ever truly being loved was an impossible feat, as though anyone who loved you was destined to leave in the end, it was only a matter of time. 

but somewhere along the way, you met billie. 

billie was everything you never knew, everything you had never felt. billie was love in the purest forms, love in ways you had never believed could be real. day by day, billie was slowly breaking down your walls, helping you see that there was love for you, and that your parents were not the prototype for every relationship. she didn’t understand what it had been like for you, having these family issues, but she’d been more than happy to help you work through it, to stay by your side while you healed from the things you never said. 

you began to open up more than you’d ever thought you would—you began to love billie more than you’d ever thought it possible to love anyone. 

your walls were breaking down, just for her, and that thought terrified you. 

what if she left as soon as you’d fully let her in? what if you were too much for her to deal with? 

but you weren’t. the two of you had been together for two years, and although you’d had your share of ups and downs, as every relationship did, she’d never once made you feel unwanted. with her, you felt like you were worth something. 

for once in your life, you had someone who made you feel like you were someone worth fighting for. 

you had blocked your father’s number years ago, after an event that transpired after you’d first attempted to move out when you graduated high school, a jumble of words, feelings, and actions that you hadn’t even known he had in him, let alone directed at you. it had been your last straw, and you’d sent your mother a text telling her that if she was going to continue her relationship with him you would not be seeing her unless she made plans specifically without him. she had made plans, but since that moment you had found yourself significantly distanced from both your parents. 

it was like you didn’t even have a family—of course, you had billie’s, which you were eternally grateful for. you would never get over how welcoming they’d been, how finneas had taught you to play guitar, how maggie had taught you her favourite vegan recipes, and how patrick had taken you to all his favourite museums. it was somewhat like having parents to teach you these things, but… nothing would ever compare to the idea of having your own family. 

you had wished for years that maybe your childhood had just been some sick nightmare, that you’d wake up and your brother would be visiting you with his girlfriend and their dog, and you’d be having dinner at your parent’s house. 

of course, it wasn’t a dream. it was a nightmare you were very much awake for, and you certainly would not be getting another chance with a better family. you’d never even met your brother’s girlfriend, and the only way you knew that they had a dog was through your cousin. 

you’d never planned to ever speak to your father again, and when you did, you wished it had never happened. it was a spring night—you’d just been to billie’s parents’ house for dinner, and you were in a good mood, so you didn’t think much of it when your phone lit up with a message from an unknown number. 

(208)-464-1943 hello 

you’d texted back simply, mostly focusing on the task of putting some clothes away in your closet, only barely giving the message attention.

(323)-182-7742 hi, who is this?

(208)-464-1943 is this y/n? 

at that, your focus was snatched up by the messages—who was this? if they knew you, why not just say their own name?

(323)-182-7742 who is this?

(208)-464-1943 your father

for a long moment, you just stared at the screen, as if the text was going to disappear and it’d be replaced with ‘hey! i’m the girl you met at that volunteering thing last week,’ and your day would continue as normal. but it didn’t, and you spent an alarming amount of time staring blankly at the message in blue. you were in disbelief—you hadn’t spoken to your father in almost three years, why was he messaging you now?

breaking you out of your trance, another message popped up below the last.

(208)-464-1943 can we talk?

(323)-182-7742 no. i had your last number blocked for a reason, and i’m going to block this one. leave me alone.

(208)-464-1943 i’m in hospital, did your mother tell you? you should visit.

you hadn’t known that, and it made your stomach clench with anxiety. in hospital? for what? is he okay—

you hated the concern you felt, and you stared at the message for a few minutes. 

would you visit? no. no, you wouldn’t be visiting your father in hospital. not after everything. you couldn’t help the slight guilt you felt, but you also couldn’t bring yourself to face him again. not after everything, not after the hell that was your childhood. what good would seeing him do, really? 

(323)-182-7742 i won’t be visiting.

208)-464-1943 you’re no daughter of mine.

of course that was his first reaction, to turn it on you as if his years of making your childhood a living hell didn’t take away his right to have you by his side. after all, respect is earned, and this man certainly did not respect you. 

you hated the way that in your mind, your automatic response was “you’re no father of mine”. because although that was true, you hated the fact that after everything, you had that same mean streak. you had the same need to prove yourself, the same snappy defensive words. for years, you’d told yourself that your father was merely the man who’d brought you life—but perhaps it was impossible to be trapped in on all sides by someone for so many years and not inherit their mannerisms. 

you hated that fact, and you caught yourself before you typed it out. you would not stoop to his level. 

instead of following in his footsteps, you left him on read, blocking his number. 

then, you slumped down at the foot of the bed, your head falling back against the wood as you squeezed your eyes shut, head tilted up at the ceiling. your hands clasped together in your lap, squeezing, squeezing, and your phone lay discarded on the floor next to you. you were unsure exactly when the tears had started falling, nor were you fully sure of the reason why. 

perhaps it was the fact that he’d messaged you—being in contact for the first time in so long was terrifying, and it made your heart ache. or maybe it was the words he’d said, about not being his daughter, maybe it reminded you too much of the past and the careless words he would throw around back then. 

or perhaps it was the fact that you were his daughter. 

despite everything, no matter the hatred for him that had been brewing inside you since before you even knew what hatred was, despite his harshness and the way he’d treated you over the years, you were his daughter. you had been born into a life where he was your father, where he was half of you. you had been born into a world where you didn’t feel like you could visit your father in the hospital, and that stung. 

you wanted to feel the pain, you wanted to be able to sit by the hospital bed and hold his hand while you both cried, perhaps you would reminisce on the past and the memories you’d made together—oh, how you yearned for that life. but that life was the future of the little girls you saw each summer, up on their father’s shoulders, looking at him like he was the best thing in the world. 

that was not your life. that was not your life, because you were his daughter. 

you were only sitting on the floor of the bedroom for about six minutes before billie walked in, humming a tune softly. her eyes settled on you, the way you were crumpled on the floor at the foot of the bed, deflated. a soft, concerned frown found its way to her face, and she instantly sat down on the floor next to you, “hi, my sweet girl. what’s wrong?”

upon feeling her presence next to you, you didn’t speak. silently, you shuffled closer to her so that your side was pressed against her, your head resting on her shoulder. your hand found its way to her arm, closing around the soft fabric of her hoodie, feeling the material between your fingers. 

she didn’t push you to speak, she just allowed her hand to find its black on your lower back, moving slightly up and down in a soothing motion. gradually, your hand relaxed slightly around the fabric of her hoodie, and that was when you let out a sob. your head buried in the crook of her neck as you tried to hide your face, a sense of shame washing over you. 

you clung to her like she was your lifeline, like she was your only source of oxygen. she held you gently in her arms, her hand moving up to your hair, where her fingers ran through it soothingly. you only buried your head further in the crook of her neck, muffling your cries. 

“oh, baby. d’you wanna talk about it, or should i just hold you?”

and despite the shame, despite the fear, you wanted to talk to her about it. you needed to. she was the only person who’d truly made you feel comfortable talking about this stuff, and you needed to talk about it more than anything in the world. 

“he texted me.”

there was a short pause, a moment of silence. billie’s brows furrowed slightly, a feature you would’ve noticed had you not still been hidden in her shoulder. 

“...your father?”

you nodded into her shoulder, “new number. he said…” you trailed off, another choked sob leaving your lips. 

“hey, take your time, honey. there’s no rush.”

“he said he’s in hospital.” 

billie fell silent, and you felt her arms tense around you ever so slightly—a barely noticeable shift, but you noticed. “did you–”

“he told me to visit. i told him i won’t.” 

you noticed the way billie’s arms seemed to relax around you again, “yeah? how do you feel?”

“he– he said i’m no daughter of his.” billie’s mouth opened to speak, but you continued. “but i am. and i just…like, i just wish i wasn’t. i am his daughter. i am. i can’t hide from that fact. and i hate that. i hate that he’s my father. i hate that we share a face, that we share a last name. we have the same eyes. maybe if we weren’t so similar, it wouldn’t hurt so bad.”

billie’s hand shifted down from your hair to your arm, stroking softly as if to ground you, gently coaxing you away from your hiding space in the crook of her neck. when you were finally face to face with her, she pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head.

 “my darling girl, you are not the same as him. no matter how similar you may feel, you may look, you’re not your father. you’d never treat anyone the way he treated you. i know that, even if you don’t. you are a sweet, kind person, and it shocks me that you’ve managed to remain so kind when you were raised without the nurture you deserve. you’re a strong, gorgeous, lovely person, and i am so proud of you for doing what you knew was right, yeah? him bringing that up was just a manipulation tactic, he wanted you to feel guilty. it wasn’t about visiting him, it was just him being a shitty excuse for a father.”

you hummed quietly, and the two of you stayed on the floor like that for a while, your heart thumping in your chest as you rested your head against her shoulder. after a long moment, she spoke softly, “want to move up to the bed?”

“mhm,” you agreed, and she helped you up and walked with you to your shared bed. she lay there, propped up against the pillows, arms outstretched for you to join her. you did just that, sinking into her arms with an impossible sense of relief, finally back where you truly belonged. 

“do you think there’s another universe where i could visit him?” 

billie paused, looking at you. “...i’m sure there’s a universe out there where you get to love him like you deserve, but i don’t think you should dwell on that. in this universe, he doesn’t deserve it. you don’t owe him anything, not after how he treated you.”

another soft hum left your lips, “yeah.” you nuzzled up to her side, “yeah, you’re right. i just hate that he acted like one message would change things, like somehow him texting me after three years meant i’d want to see him. it just felt like another way of guilt tripping, another excuse.” 

billie nodded, her fingers threading through your hair and brushing down the side of your arm, “it’s valid, you know. how you feel. i’ve never experienced anything like what you did, but i know that.”

“thank you.”

a gentle silence fell over the two of you as she held you through it, your mind racing overtime with thoughts. leaning closer into her embrace, you sighed. 

“i hate the way he always tries to put the blame on me…” 

billie hummed softly, and you continued.

“someone who loved me wouldn’t do what he did.”

billie’s lips brushes against your forehead again as her fingertips danced across the skin of your arms, a non-sexual intimacy which was solely to comfort you, remind you that she was here. “exactly. i know it’s hard, but…” billie’s voice trailed off as she watched the tears still trailing down your cheeks. 

“this…this is just…bringing everything back. can you talk about something? please? i don’t want to think about it.” 

at your whispered words, billie nodded instantly, “mhm. wanna hear about the songs me and finneas were playing around with the other day?” 

“please.”

so billie spoke, her voice the same soft and soothing melody that it always was, and you sunk deeper into her arms, inhaling the familiar scent of her perfume that lingered on her clothes. you weren’t fully listening, and she knew that, but it was taking your mind off the memories, which you both knew you desperately needed. she talked about the songs, mentioning a guitar song that was in the works, and you smiled at that. billie’s guitar songs were something else. 

as she spoke, her hand rested on the skin of your bare shoulder that was exposed through your tank top, her thumb moving in soothing shapes across your skin, her touch warm. if you’d been more aware at that moment, you might’ve noticed the stars she was tracing across your skin, the words she was writing. you might have noticed the ‘i love you’ and the heart. you didn’t, you just noticed her. her touch, her voice, her love. 

after what felt like hours of listening to her speak, a soft lull came in the flow of her words, and you spoke up. 

“you won’t leave, will you?” 

and billie didn’t miss a second before she replied, her voice still soft and adoring. “never.” 

all that i did to try to undo it

all of my pain and all your excuses

i was a kid but i wasn't clueless

someone who loves you wouldn't do this

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1965. Evergreen spray helicopter taking off. Burns Douglas-fir tussock moth control project. Oregon.

Credit: USDA Forest Service, Region 6, State and Private Forestry, Forest Health Protection. Collection: Region 6, Forest Health Protection historical files located at the Mt. Hood National Forest in Sandy, Oregon.

Image provided by USDA Forest Service, Pacific Northwest Region, State and Private Forestry, Forest Health Protection: www.fs.usda.gov/main/r6/forest-grasslandhealth

Note: "During the period of June 10 to July 1 , 1965, a total of 65,945 acres were sprayed with DDT for control of early-instar larvae (Perkins and Dolph 1967). Application was by helicopter and at the rate of 0. 75 pound DDT in 1 gallon of fuel oil formulation per acre. Because of public concern at this time about side effects of DDT in the environment, impact of the spray on other resources, including fish, water, soil, forage, and cattle, was evaluated by scientists working independently of the project (Crouch and Perkins 1968, Tarrant et al. 1972). In addition, a small test was made of two other candidate insecticides, Dursban, an organic phosphate, and Zectran, a carbamate." From: Wickman, B.E.; R.R. Mason; and C.G. Thompson. 1973. Major Outbreaks of the Douglas-fir Tussock Moth in Oregon and California. GTR-PNW-5. USDA Forest Service, Pacific Northwest Forest and Range Experiment Station. 18 p. www.fs.fed.us/pnw/pubs/pnw_gtr005.pdf

See also: Crouch, G. L., and R, F. Perkins. 1968, Surveillance report, 1965 Burns Project, Douglas-fir tussock moth control. Malheur and Ochoco National Forests. USDA Forest Service. Pacific Northwest Region, Insect and Disease Control Branch, Division of Timber Manage. 20 p.

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We examined in MDA20009: Digital Communities this week how issues around digital citizenship, body perception and appearances on social media sometimes meet. Due to “microcelebrity” culture, attention and visibility matter and now our bodies often say it all.

The lecture pointed out that, by using certain body poses, specific parts of their appearance and similar editing tools, influencers end up fitting into a typical kind of beauty, an idea known as aesthetic labour (Marwick, 2013). Our online actions don’t just show who we are inside—they are made for commercial purposes by the social media system.

What caught my attention was pornification, where users start using the hyper-sexualised styles we see in mainstream pornographic videos. Pressure on female influencers makes them present femininity in a very ideal way: with defined cheekbones, tiny waists and refined jawlines (Drenten & Gurrieri, 2019). Men who are influencers often focus on looking strong and muscular. Having unrealistic assumptions about one’s body is actually harmful.

This culture has led to an increase in Body Dysmorphic Disorder (BDD) and identity dissonance. When we try to present ourselves in online photos the same way we really look, we feel more unhappy. Even well-meaning public health campaigns may, by accident, make impossible standards seem normal (Dobson et al., 2018). So, digital citizenship also involves becoming aware of our actions in relation to these online norms.

Fairness plays an important role too. Many marginalised groups, especially LGBTQ+ content creators, are not shown in search results. Since they do not follow the typical branding rules set by society, the posts of LGBTQ bloggers are usually shadowbanned or they do not get much exposure (Duffy & Meisner, 2022). Being hard to notice puts a dent in the claims that digital platforms make about including everyone.

Looking back on this week, social media appears as an influencer, altering culture, body perceptions and health behaviours. Supporting diversity and not giving in to internet trends is a cultural resistance that is also very important for public health.

References

Dobson, A., Carah, N. & Robards, B., 2018. Digital Intimate Publics and Social Media. Cham: Palgrave Macmillan.

Duffy, B.E. & Meisner, C., 2022. Platform governance at the margins: Social media creators’ experiences with algorithmic (in)visibility. Media, Culture & Society. Available at: https://doi.org/10.1177/01634437221111923 [Accessed 27 May 2025].

Drenten, J. & Gurrieri, L., 2019. Sexualized labour in digital culture: Instagram influencers, porn chic and the monetization of attention. Gender, Work & Organization, 26(4), pp.499–515. https://doi.org/10.1111/gwao.12306

Marwick, A.E., 2013. Status Update: Celebrity, Publicity, and Branding in the Social Media Age. New Haven: Yale University Press.

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Lakshmi Narain College of Technology (LNCT), Bhopal 2025-2026: Admission Process, Courses & Fees, Placement and More

Lakshmi Narain College of Technology (LNCT) was established in 1993, located in Bhopal which is a renowned private institution located in the heart of Madhya Pradesh. With a legacy of academic excellence and a strong focus on industry-relevant education, LNCT Bhopal has emerged as one of the top choices for engineering and management aspirants in central India.

Highlights

Founded: 1993

Location: Bhopal, Madhya Pradesh

Affiliated to: Rajiv Gandhi Proudyogiki Vishwavidyalaya (RGPV)

Approved by: AICTE

Total Intake: 2,970+ students

Courses Offered: 23 programs across UG & PG levels

Streams: Engineering, IT & Software, Management

Courses Offered & Fees

LNCT Bhopal offers a wide array of undergraduate and postgraduate programs across various specializations. Here is the table below for LNCT Bhopal Fees:

Course Duration Tuition Fees Eligibility Accepted Exams

B.E. / B.Tech  4 Years  ₹2.4L – ₹3.5L   10+2 with minimum 45%  JEE Main, MPPET

M.E. / M.Tech 2 Years ₹62,000 Graduation with min 50%  GATE, MPPET

MBA / PGDM  2 Years  ₹69K – ₹1.1L Graduation with 50%  CMAT

MCA  3 Years ₹65,500 Graduation with 50% MPPET

Admission Process

LNCT Bhopal Admission Process are primarily based on merit and performance in national or state-level entrance exams including JEE Main, MPPET, CMAT, MPPET, GATE, etc. Students must meet the minimum eligibility criteria for their desired program and can apply online through the official LNCT portals. The institute offers admission at Undergraduate and Postgraduate level in specializations including Engineering, IT & Software and Business & Management Studies.

Undergraduate: An aggregate of 50% in 10+2/ JEE Main/ MPPET

Postgraduate: An aggregate of 50% in Graduation/ CMAT/ MPPET/ GATE

Placement Highlights (2024)

LNCT Bhopal Placement has seen a upsurge in recent years, with leading recruiters consistently visiting the campus year after year. LNCT Bhopal average package for 2024 stands at ₹4.8 LPA, with the highest package reaching ₹27 LPA.

Top Recruiters:

TCS, Infosys, Wipro, Cognizant, L&T Infotech

Amazon, Microsoft, Tech Mahindra, Capgemini

Mu Sigma, Mphasis, Accenture, Sapient

Global Logic, Aricent, Amdocs, CSC

The institute also conducts regular pre-placement training, coding bootcamps, and industry workshops to ensure students are career ready.

Rankings (Latest)

Here is the table below for LNCT Bhopal Ranking:

Ranking Body Category Rank (Year)

NIRF 2024 B.E. / B.Tech  201–250 in India

Business Today 2023 MBA/PGDM  251 in India

Campus & Infrastructure

LNCT Bhopal offers a well-rounded campus experience with all essential academic and recreational facilities:

Hostels: Separate residential facilities for boys and girls with Wi-Fi & mess

Labs: Modern labs for various departments including Thermodynamics, Linux, Fluid Mechanics, and more

Library: A vast digital and print collection of journals, books, and reference materials

Cafeteria: Hygienic food court with multiple cuisine options

Medical Facilities: On-campus healthcare support for students and staff

Sports Complex: Facilities for both indoor and outdoor games

Transport: Shuttle services connecting campus to major city points

Why Choose LNCT, Bhopal?

Over 30 years of academic excellence

Strong industry tie-ups & placement support

Affordable fee structure with scholarship options

State-of-the-art infrastructure & labs

Diverse course offerings across disciplines

Conclusion

Lakshmi Narain College of Technology, Bhopal offers a powerful blend of academic rigor, skill development, and industry exposure — making it an ideal choice for students aspiring to build a strong professional future. Whether you're aiming for a career in engineering, IT, or management, LNCT Bhopal provides the environment and resources to help you thrive.

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Best Engineering Colleges in Indore: Top Institutes for a Bright Future

Engineering is one of the most sought-after career choices in India, and Indore has emerged as a major education hub offering top-quality engineering programs. If you’re looking for the best engineering colleges in Indore, this guide will help you explore the top institutes, courses, and career opportunities.

Why Choose Indore for Engineering Studies?

Indore is home to some of the finest engineering colleges that offer cutting-edge education, state-of-the-art infrastructure, and excellent placement opportunities. The city is known for its vibrant student life, strong industrial connections, and affordable living, making it an ideal destination for aspiring engineers.

Top 7 Best Engineering Colleges in Indore

Here are some of the leading engineering colleges in Indore that offer exceptional programs and career prospects:

1. Indian Institute of Technology (IIT) Indore

One of the premier IITs in India, offering top-notch education and research opportunities.

Courses: B.Tech, M.Tech, and Ph.D. programs in various specializations.

Placement: Top recruiters include Google, Microsoft, and Amazon.

2. Shri Govindram Seksaria Institute of Technology and Science (SGSITS)

A prestigious autonomous institute known for its quality education and industry collaborations.

Courses: B.E., M.E., and Ph.D. programs in multiple engineering fields.

Placement: Companies like Infosys, TCS, and L&T recruit graduates.

3. Institute of Engineering and Science, IPS Academy

One of the top private engineering colleges in Indore.

Courses: B.Tech, M.Tech, and diploma programs.

Placement: Strong industry connections with recruiters like Wipro and Cognizant.

4. Acropolis Institute of Technology and Research

Known for its innovative teaching methods and high placement rates.

Courses: B.Tech, M.Tech, and Ph.D. programs.

Placement: Companies like Capgemini, Accenture, and TCS hire students.

5. Medi-Caps University

A well-established engineering college with modern infrastructure.

Courses: B.Tech and M.Tech in various disciplines.

Placement: Leading recruiters include Amazon, Flipkart, and IBM.

6. Oriental Institute of Science and Technology

Offers high-quality technical education with experienced faculty.

Courses: B.Tech and M.Tech programs in core and emerging fields.

Placement: Recruiters include Infosys, HCL, and Deloitte.

7. LNCT University

Provides strong academic and industry exposure to students.

Courses: B.Tech, M.Tech, and diploma programs.

Placement: Regular recruitment from top IT and core engineering companies.

FAQs (Frequently Asked Questions)

1. What is the admission process for engineering colleges in Indore? Most colleges accept JEE Main scores, while some conduct their own entrance exams or offer direct admissions based on merit.

2. Which is the No. 1 engineering college in Indore? IIT Indore is considered the top engineering college due to its global ranking, research opportunities, and high placement rates.

3. What are the fees for B.Tech in Indore? Fees vary from INR 1 lakh to INR 4 lakh per year, depending on the college and specialization.

4. Do Indore engineering colleges provide good placements? Yes, top colleges have strong placement cells with companies like Google, Amazon, and Infosys hiring graduates.

5. Are there government engineering colleges in Indore? Yes, IIT Indore and SGSITS are among the leading government engineering colleges in Indore.

6. Which engineering branch has the highest demand? Computer Science, Artificial Intelligence, and Mechanical Engineering are among the most in-demand branches.

7. Is hostel accommodation available in Indore engineering colleges? Yes, most colleges provide hostel facilities with good amenities and security.

Conclusion

Indore is an excellent destination for engineering aspirants, offering top-tier colleges, great placement opportunities, and a dynamic learning environment. Whether you aim for IIT Indore or a reputed private institute, you can find the best engineering colleges in Indore that align with your career goals. Start your engineering journey today and shape a bright future!

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ES Chakravarthy latest updates

The Freshers Day for first year B.E. students was celebrated in the Sahyadri Campus. Mr. E. S. Chakravarthy, Centre Head, TCS, Bangalore was the Chief Guest for the function. He was accompanied by Mr. Ramanujam, Mr. Prithvesh and Mr. Chandru Koduru, delegates from TCS. Dr. D. L. Prabhakara, Director, Sahyadri Educational Institutions was the Guest of Honour.

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Every Move You Make • B.E.

Summary: read pt 1 and 2 first!

Warnings: smut finally, all the warnings from other parts apply here

You and Billie had never been better.

Honestly, your entire life had never been better. Billie protected you, drove you everywhere, bought you everything, taught you stuff you would’ve never thought to learn. She was truthfully so caring, honest, and loving.

You really wanted to be her girlfriend.

When you came to this realization, you felt a twinge of guilt. You never really had a “break up” with your ex; you had discussed it a few nights before he died. When he had found your journal and read what you had been thinking about the relationship, he didn’t react very well. So you really don’t have the closure of that ending, but my God do you like Billie.

Honestly, you already love her.

You won’t tell her that, you can’t, because you now how stupid you sound. You aren’t even dating yet, and it definitely hasn’t been long enough for the “L word” to be used, but it felt right. You knew her, you trusted her, and she took care of you.

You had never felt safer with someone. Billie kept you safe.

And honestly, beyond your knowledge, technically she did.

I mean, I guess she wasn’t protecting you from the murderer themself, but Billie wasn’t gonna hurt you. God, no. She’d never even think about it. Everything she did was for you. She breathed for you, at this point. She thought about you constantly. You consumed her.

At this point, you had practically moved in with her. You couldn’t stand being alone, especially with all of these people disappearing in your town. It scared you, Billie knew it did. She almost felt bad. Almost. But she also knew that what she was doing was for the best. It’s what you needed.

So she wouldn’t stop. Especially if she’s not getting caught. Where’s the fun in that?

You had only complained once or twice about many people; your pest of a boss, your next door neighbor who you had a feeling would watch you change, your bitch of a friend who complained about her stealing all of your attention. There wasn’t really much for her to work with.

But Billie was getting antsy. She craved action. She wasn’t crazy, but the feeling of holding someone’s heart, physically holding it in her hand, it was unmatched.

You sat on her lap while she scrolled aimlessly on her laptop at her desk. She was supposed to be working, but your back was arched just perfectly enough for your spine to divot into your skin, and your sleep tank did nothing to hide it. A pair of her boxers were loose and low on your waist, and the thin fabric was doing nothing to hide the heat that was radiating onto her thigh. She could feel every part of you.

You watched her screen, looking at her computer mouse go in circles. You knew you were distracting her, you weren’t that naive. What you didn’t know is how she would react. You guys had kissed, and sure it got heated sometimes, but she never let it go too far. You didn’t understand why, and you were too afraid to ask.

You wiggle your hips, making yourself a bit more comfortable, and you hear Billie take a sharp inhale. She pats your hip twice, signaling you to get up. You obey.

“Are you okay?” She can tell you sound worried, but you have no real reason to be. You could never make her mad. To her, you’re a God. A real life angel. Perfection.

“Yeah, yeah of course. Follow me?” She smirks at you, and you feel yourself go weak. You nod and stay hot on her tail, following her to wherever she goes. She leads you into her bedroom, somewhere you’ve been many times, especially within the past couple of weeks. Your sleepovers seemed to be every night, and most were at her house. You even brought your cats over to Billie’s house, and she bought all new things for them: toys, litter boxes, food and water bowls. They (and you) were in heaven.

When you walk into her room, Billie quietly goes behind you to shut the door. You take a deep breath in, smelling her scent that lingers on everything. She walks back in front of you, sitting on the edge of the bed, her legs spread wide as she crosses her arms in front of her chest.

“I wanna talk to you about something.” She says seriously. You feel your heart speed up. You feel like you’re in trouble, but you can’t seem to think of anything you did.

“It’s not bad, sweetheart. Don’t hurt yourself overthinking it. Here, come here.” She smiles at you and pats her lap, silently willing you to straddle her on the bed. You do, and you feel her palm your ass to scoot you closer to her. You gulp and push your hair behind your ears, looking down into her eyes.

“You know I think you’re beautiful, right?”

You giggle. “Of course I do, Billie! Is that what you needed to say?”

She shakes her head, stifling laughter of her own.

“I’m nervous around you, and that never happens to me. I guess I just wanna make sure I’m as perfect to you as you are to me. That make sense?”

You sense the air getting thicker with tension, and she’s back to a serious tone.

“I’m confused, you are perfect to me. What’s going on?”

She sighs, pulling a strand of hair back in front of your ear, toying with it. She looks up at you, and it’s like her eyes had gone dark. Her voice goes quiet, and she whispers like what she has to say might break the room if she says it too loud.

“I really, really want to fuck you, baby. But I don’t wanna pressure you. It’s just, it’s eating me alive.”

You feel your skin get hot and your cheeks flush with the deepest shade of pink. Your head spins and suddenly you’re hyperaware of every touch she’s giving you right now.

“Billie…”

“I know. I know and I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything, it’s just so hard when you-”

You cut her off, grabbing her jaw gently.

“Billie, I want that.”

Immediately her mouth snaps shut, and she looks up at you with the most intense eye contact.

“You want what?”

You feel yourself shy away, too embarrassed to say what you meant. It’s hard to really say it, and you don’t want to look stupid.

“Say it, angel. Say what you want.” Her voice is sultry and raspy and driving you all sorts of wild.

“I want you to make me feel good. I want you to fuck me.”

Her tongue slides out between her lips, wetting them.

“You mean it?”

You nod.

“Words.”

“Yes, Billie. I mean it.”

And there was the shift.

She grabs the sides of your face, pulling you in for the most aggressive yet gentle kiss of your life. Her lips pillow against yours, and you feel pure ecstasy running in your veins. Subconsciously, you grind your hips, making you moan into her mouth. She softly nibbles on your bottom lip before pulling away, sliding her hands down to your hips. She watches as she pulls your hips, guiding them to grind on her thigh. She watches your face, your sweet, innocent face, contort with pleasure as she speeds up and slows down, driving you wild.

“If I’d known you wanted this too, I wouldn’t have waited so long.” She rasps.

You can’t speak. Your brain is foggy and your vision is blurry. All you can think of is the way that the rough material of her pants and the boxers you’re clad in feel against your clit.

“Go on, sweetheart. Get yourself off on my thigh.”

And you did, with the help of her hands guiding your hips. You came quickly, soaking your boxers and her leg. Your sweet moans filled her ears, swelling her heart and filling her head of the dirtiest thoughts.

“I was dreaming,” Billie starts, kissing your neck as you slow your pace, coming down from your high, her voice sweet as honey, “dreaming of you wrapped around my waist,” she kisses back up your neck, to your jaw and ear and cheek, back to your lips, “your legs wrapped all on me while I fuck you real nice.”

A soft sigh leaves your lips, and you feel yourself clench around nothing as her hands wander down your torso to your thighs.

“I think,” you whisper, breathless and so needy, “I can make your dreams come true.”

And boy, did you make them come true alright. You straddled her as she picked you up, turning you both around so your back was on the bed, and she gently kissed down your body. She carefully rid you of your shirt, but left on your bra as she made your way back down, kissing every inch of your warm skin.

“So fuckin’ pretty.” She murmured against your lower stomach, making you gasp from the vibrations. You uncrossed your legs from her body and picked your hips up so she could pull off the boxers.

“Do- do you think I can leave the underwear on?” Your voice was dripping with nervousness until Billie smiled softly, looking up at you.

“Whatever you want, baby. ‘S up to you.”

And it was. It always was. Her entire life was up to you, at this point. You unknowingly controlled her every thought, every action, everything she was. She pulled your underwear to the side, salivating at your gorgeousness.

“Been hiding this pretty little thing from me for so long, hm?” She smirks, watching you wiggle your hips in desperation. “You were gonna keep it from me ‘til I told you how bad I needed it?”

You nod, unable to think straight. She chuckles at you before dragging her finger up your folds, collecting your arousal that had been growing for what seemed like ages.

“Taste so fuckin’ sweet too.”

That’s the last thing you hear before your head goes blank and her fingers work veraciously on your nerves, not stopping until you reach your climax. She watches you wriggle underneath her as she slides her index finger inside of you, thumbing your clit with the same hand, and using the other to put pressure on your lower stomach.

“God, you’re so tight.” You hear her whisper over your moans, so close to cumming right then and there. Her fingers work expertly inside and on you, and she uses her plush lips to leave little pecks on your inner thighs. She watches you come undone, watches your sweet juices flood her fingers, only barely using her tongue to lap them up, not wanting to overstimulate you already. As you calm down, she slowly pulls her fingers out before bringing them to your own mouth, letting you taste yourself on her. Both of you moan at that, Billie’s eyes widening as you sucked her fingers expertly, and you could tell you were in for a long, long time.

Until you remember you had made plans with some friends to catch a movie at 7pm. And when you turn your head to the clock on the nightstand, reading 6:32, you look up at her with a look in your eyes she could read immediately.

“You okay?” She asks anxiously, not wanting to push you. You sit up, kissing her lips quickly, before sliding off the bed and searching for your clothes.

“I told Angela and Becca I’d meet them at the movies at 7. I’m so sorry, I totally forgot, please please don’t be mad!”

How could Billie be mad? She looked into your innocent eyes, smiling as she wipes her fingers on her pants.

“Could never be mad at you, sweet girl. You want clothes to wear? Sweats or something?”

You nod as she digs through her drawers, tossing a pair of sweatpants and a matching hoodie out toward you. As you slide them on, she kisses your head and goes down to your ear.

“Next time, I’m not letting you off so easily, though.”

You laugh, nudging her away.

“I wish I didn’t have to leave, I’m sorry. I really am. I promise I’ll make it up to you.” You smirk, and she bites her lip.

“I’ll be counting on it.”

She walks you to the door, seeing you off to your house, before shutting it, locking it, and walking into the kitchen, washing her hands and splashing her face with water, trying to rid her thoughts of you writhing underneath her.

She makes her way to the basement door, unlocking it with a key she kept in her pocket at all times, and flicks on the light, immediately hearing muffled whimpers. The stairs creak with each step she takes, and as she makes it to the bottom, she doesn’t even look at the bitch tied up in the chair before putting on her gloves and grabbing a knife, hitting the ‘Play’ button on her speaker. Music booms through the basement, rock this time, as she makes her way over to her next victim.

Billie rips the tape off of her mouth, and screams fill the room.

“Dumb bitch, you think I’d take this off if anyone could hear you scream?”

The look in the girl’s eyes only fueled Billie’s hunger.

“Wh- why are you doing this to me?” She forced out through sobs, her voice almost gone from screaming.

“‘Cause you’re a bitch, and bitches deserve to die.”

Billie smiles as she does it, singing to herself as she carves away, only dreading the mess she’ll have to clean up after.

And two weeks later, when the house next door to you was on the market again, you didn’t even blink an eyelid, just happy that the creep of a neighbor was overpowered by the one you loved just across the street.

Although, to you, you were just happy that the neighbor had “moved away.”

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I promise I’m not crazy! Psycho!billie is tho

[rohitkumar124]

Vice President TCS Bangalore

The Freshers Day for first year B.E. students was celebrated in the Sahyadri Campus. Mr. E. S. Chakravarthy, Centre Head, TCS, Bangalore was the Chief Guest for the function. He was accompanied by Mr. Ramanujam, Mr. Prithvesh and Mr. Chandru Koduru, delegates from TCS. Dr. D. L. Prabhakara, Director, Sahyadri Educational Institutions was the Guest of Honour.

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Top EPC Companies | EPC Contractor In India Updated 2024

EPC, which stands for Engineering, Procurement, and Construction, represents a key contracting approach within the construction industry. In this model, the contractor is responsible for completing the detailed engineering design, procuring the necessary equipment and materials, and constructing the project to deliver a fully operational facility or asset to the client. Companies that undertake such projects are referred to as EPC contractors.

The Indian EPC sector has seen significant growth, with over 180 participants and various stakeholders actively contributing to the industry. Many companies have established strong reputations within specific sectors, while some have expanded their operations into other areas, creating a distinct segmentation within the EPC space based on operational focus.

Below is a compiled list of top EPC companies operating in India, including both domestic and foreign firms. These companies operate across major cities like Mumbai, Pune, Chennai, Kolkata, Bangalore, Hyderabad, and others.

Segment-wise Classification of EPC Companies

1. Infrastructure / General Contracting

2. Building Construction — Residential and Commercial

3. Oil & Gas EPC

4. Power EPC: General Power, Power Transmission, and Solar Power

5. Specialized EPC: Marine, Industrial, Railways, Tunneling, Mining

Infrastructure / General Contracting EPC Companies

- Indian Companies :

Larsen & Toubro Limited, Hindustan Construction Co. Ltd., Gammon India, MECON Limited, IVRCL, Patel Engineering Ltd., Era Infra Engineering, Sadbhav Engineering Limited, Nagarjuna Construction Company Ltd., Kalpataru Projects International Limited

- Foreign Companies :

Isolux Corsan, ITD Cementation India Limited, Samsung Engineering India Pvt Ltd, Linde Engineering India Pvt. Ltd., TechnipFMC plc, McDermott International, Inc., Saipem, KBR Inc., Chemie-Tech, Jakson, WorleyParsons, IJM (India) Infrastructure Limited, Leighton, ACS Construction Group Ltd., Vinci Construction

Building Construction — Residential and Commercial Segments

- Indian Companies :

Larsen & Toubro Limited, Shapoorji Pallonji & Co. Ltd., Ahluwalia Contracts Ltd., L. Kashyap and Sons, G. Shirke Construction, B.E. Billimoria, Consolidated Construction Consortium Ltd., Mackintosh Burn Ltd., Man Infraconstruction Limited, Nyati Group, Supreme Infrastructure India Ltd., Unity Infra Projects, Vascon Engineers Ltd., Kalpataru Projects International Limited

- Foreign Companies :

Arabian Construction Company, Leighton, Samsung Engineering

Oil & Gas EPC Companies

- Indian Companies :

L&T Ltd., Punj Lloyd, Petron Engineering, Essar Projects, Mcnally Bharat, Leighton, Engineers India Limited, Fabtech Projects, Jaihind Project Ltd., Kalpataru Projects International Limited

- Foreign Companies :

Aker Solutions, Leighton Welspun Contractors Pvt. Ltd., Bechtel Corporation, Linde Engineering India Pvt. Ltd., Tecnimont ICB, Samsung Engineering, Uhde India Limited

Power & Transmission EPC Companies

- Power EPC (Indian Companies) :

BHEL, L&T, Tata Projects Ltd, BGR Energy, Gammon India, Gayatri Projects, Mcnally Bharat Engineering, Shriram EPC Ltd, Tecpro Systems, Kalpataru Projects International Limited

- Power Transmission EPC (Indian Companies) :

EMC Ltd., Jyoti Structures Ltd., Hydropower Transmission Ltd., GET Power, KEC International, JMC Projects, Techno Electric and Engineering, Unitech Transmission

- Foreign Companies :

Doosan Power Systems, Dongfang Electric Corporation, Harbin Power Engineering Co. Ltd., KEPCO, ThyssenKrupp Industries India, Alstom T&D Limited, Alstom Projects India Limited, Mitsubishi Heavy Industries, Toshiba Thermal and Hydro Power Systems Company, Ansaldo STS, Babcock & Wilcox

Solar EPC Companies

- Sterling and Wilson, Loom Solar, Tata Power Solar, Mahindra Susten, Sunsure Energy, Fourth Partner Energy, Suryaday, Orb Energy, Vikram Solar, Renew Power, SB Energy, CleanMax Solar, Harsha-Abakus Solar, RelyOn Solar, MySun Solar, Ujaas Energy, Amplus Energy Solutions, Kalpataru Projects International Limited

Specialized EPC Companies

- Indian Companies :

Shriram EPC, Coastal Projects, Navayuga Engineering Company Ltd., Hindustan Construction Co. Ltd., Patel Engineering Ltd., Afcons Infrastructure Ltd., Simplex Infrastructure Ltd., McNally Bharat Engineering Co. Ltd., Petron Engineering Construction Ltd., Kalindee Rail Nirman Construction Ltd., AMR Construction Ltd., Kalpataru Projects International Limited

- Foreign Companies :

ABB India Ltd., Uhde India Ltd., Toyo Engineering India Ltd., Continental Engineering Corporation, Marti India Private Ltd., AG Group, Samsung Engineering, ITD Cementation India Ltd

Conclusion

EPC companies in India are instrumental in driving the country’s infrastructure growth, delivering projects across various sectors such as oil and gas, power, telecommunications, and more. Both public and private sector firms have been involved in numerous high-impact projects. Renowned for their technical expertise and project management skills, these firms are central to India’s economic development.

Notably, companies like Larsen & Toubro, Tata Projects, and Reliance Infrastructure stand out for their extensive portfolios in executing complex projects both domestically and internationally. The use of cutting-edge technologies, a focus on sustainability, and an emphasis on efficiency are trends shaping the future of the EPC industry, ensuring its continued growth.

FAQs

1. Who is the top contractor in India?

Larsen & Toubro (L&T) is widely recognized as the leading contractor in India, known for its expertise in handling large-scale infrastructure projects.

2. Which is the top global EPC company?

Bechtel is considered one of the best EPC companies globally due to its experience in various sectors like energy, oil and gas, and infrastructure.

3. Which is the top infrastructure company in India?

Reliance Infrastructure holds a leading position in India, contributing significantly to sectors such as power, roads, and metro rail.

4. How are EPC contractors selected?

EPC contractors are chosen based on their technical capabilities, financial stability, project management experience, and adherence to safety and environmental standards.

5. What are the future trends in the EPC industry?

Key trends include the integration of digital technologies such as BIM and IoT, an increased focus on sustainability, and the use of modular and prefabricated construction techniques.