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thing about my grandma is if i don't answer her calls like .4 seconds after my phone starts ringing she goes ''what if i was DYING and you DIDN'T ANSWER :(" but then the same grandma doesn't take her cellphone with her when she goes out

[seospicybin]

BAD IDEA, RIGHT?

Bangchan x reader. (s)

Synopsis: Your ex, Chan, makes a return to his social media with a thirst trap. Horny and bored, you decide to see him for the sole reason of getting your physical needs fulfilled. However, as the night goes, you start to wonder if seeing him tonight is a bad idea. (14,4k words)

Author's note: Yes, it's inspired by that one Olivia Rodrigo song.

Talking to your ex is a bad idea, right?

You've been considering whether to slide into his DM or not, commenting on his Instastory which is a video of him exercising half naked, exposing his toned upper half body in all its glory.

It's been two years after the breakup and he didn't post anything on his social media until today, it's like he knows you're bored and horny.

It's unclear whether it's him or it's your uterus talking, but he looks hotter, sexier, and bigger than the last time you saw him. Although you must admit that he's always been attractive to you, except that his attractiveness is on a whole 'nother level now and it makes you wonder why you let this man go in the first place.

In your defense, Chan is not a terrible ex, he decided to break up with you because he was leaving to study abroad and thought the long-distance relationship would be hard and mentally draining for both of you.

You acted like it didn't hurt you but when you came home that night, you cried so hard that your pillow got drenched in tears. You didn't want to break up with him because he's a great guy who happens to be great in bed too, not only because he has the most delicious cock you've ever had but he also knows how to put it to a good use. Simply put, you were so devastated thinking that you'd never find a man like him again.

And you know what? You were right. You tried dating a few times but nothing comes close to what you had with Chan. Also, can't two people reconnect?

Before you get to change your mind again, you decide to hit the like button and send a short message in his DM.

Hey, there. You type into the message box, adding a smiling emoji at the end to make it sound casual but friendly at the same time.

There's no reply or a sign that he's read your message, you figure he must be busy on a Saturday morning, he could be having another session at the gym or having breakfast, or... yeah, it could be him ignoring your messages.

Slightly hangover from hanging out with your friends last night, you slump down your bed and close your eyes to get another few minutes of sleep.

You wake up an hour later with more than a dozen notifications on your phone, they're mostly your friends sending photos they took of you last night. You groan when you see a couple of work emails and do not think twice to skip them. There are some texts from friends and then, there it is, a reply from Chan.

Well, hello, there!

It's been ages.

How are you?

You check the time and his replies came about fifteen minutes ago, there's a possibility that he's still on his phone and he'll respond faster this time.

Never been better.

How about you?

Looking fine as ever, I see.

You add the eyes emoji before hitting the send button and drop your phone onto the bed, it's a bit risky but a compliment never hurt. Besides, who doesn't like getting a compliment?

The thought that Chan is probably waiting for your reply in those fifteen minutes amuses you but pfft... that's just your wishful thinking.

As you wait for his response, you're checking the photos your friends sent you. You check them one by one, deleting the ones that you don't like and saving the good ones where you look flattering.

An idea pops into your head as you go through your gallery: a plan. First, you choose a photo of you that shows your whole look last night, dressed in a blue mini dress and strappy heels with your hair up, tied in a messy bun, in other words, you looked hot and you felt like it when your friend took the picture.

You upload it as your Instagram story and wait until it is successfully uploaded. You're sure as hell he'll see your new post, then he'll get curious and open it, and Wowza!

Chan thinks he can be the only one posting a thirst trap on a Saturday morning, huh?

It only takes a minute for the thirst trap to do its job, you smirk at the notifications and see Chan's username on the top.

Me? He adds three flustered emojis to it.

Nah. I'm not.

But you...

You look beautiful as always.

Is it even allowed to look that beautiful?

A year of being single makes you weak at the slightest chance of romance, you catch yourself smiling to yourself in the mirror. You slap yourself to get ahold of yourself, reminding yourself that he could say that just to—

A notification pops up and it shows that Chan liked and reacted to your Instagram story with the hearts eyes emoji. Fuck! You just caught yourself smiling again. but what can you do? You're just a girl who is lonely and in need of some loving touch.

You take a deep breath to calm yourself down and think about what to reply to him.

And you...

Is it even allowed to have that much of muscles?

Someone, please close the gym!

You look good nonetheless, Chris.

But seriously, close the gym! You add a laughing emoji to keep it playful.

You patiently wait for his reply but your patience only lasts for twenty minutes until he makes you wait longer for his reply and you slump on the bed again.

It's time for plan number two!

The thirst trap worked to pique his interest and you have to come up with something that shows you're a hot commodity, you don't waste your time chasing boys, they chase you. That way, Chan will respond to your message faster.

So here comes plan number two, you take another trip to your gallery, scrolling through photos from last night, and find the perfect photo. It's a picture of you and one of your male friends, you're standing side by side, holding your drinks together and smiling to the camera. There's enough friendliness in there to show that you're close with this guy but also, not that close. You don't know how to explain it, but you know it'll work.

You wait a few more minutes to add it to your Instagram story, not forgetting to tag your friend which is the best part of it. If anyone checks his account, they'll see a model with blue eyes, just the perfect guy to make certain someone is jealous.

You're devilishly laughing as you hit the post button and wait until it is successfully uploaded. You check to see the final result and smile in satisfaction.

Okay, maybe you were too haste and didn't do your calculation right because morning has turned into afternoon and Chan hasn't replied to you. Not only did he make you wait, but you also wasted three hours of your day staring at the ceiling with the phone resting on your chest.

At this point, you should've given up and maybe it's true, he only replied just to be friendly, nothing more. You fling your phone across the bed out of spite and get up, planning to wash him away from your head with a hot shower.

Against the loud sound of the hairdryer, you hear your phone chimes and you turn it off to check whether you're imagining it chimes or not.

You hate how quickly you forget how upset you were a while ago after seeing your phone light up with new notifications.

I'm sorry for replying late.

I was busy moving some stuff.

Do you have time?

And you hate it more that he can easily get your hopes up again. You figure it's time he tastes his own medicine, you put your phone away and leave him on read. You'll reply later when you feel like it, or never. Who knows?

You continue drying your hair but the constant hum of the hairdryer makes you unable to hear your thoughts, especially one that stops you from going to your phone again as it chimes with a new notification. It only takes twenty minutes for you to cave into the temptation.

I don't know about you but all these chats, they're not enough.

Can we video call instead?

It takes you not even a minute to say yes to him. You make a run to your closet and change your clothes, picking up a white top with a low neckline, ditching the bra, and pairing it with denim shorts.

Chan doesn't give you a minute to choose the setting of the video call, your phone rings as you try to make the bed as best as you can and sit with your back against the headboard of the bed.

The phone keeps ringing but you need to check your hair in the mirror again to finally accept the video call. A second later, Chan's face appears on your phone screen, and from his damp hair, it seems like he's just taken a shower too.

"Hey," he greets you as he brushes his curls with his hand.

"You look a little wet, Chris," you tease with a sly smile.

Chan moves, changing his sitting position and revealing himself in a bathrobe with his chest all exposed. Intentional or not, you must admit that's quite a show!

"I was feeling hot so I took a quick shower," he answers with a grin.

"Feeling hot, huh?" You tease again.

"I am now," he playfully responds, flashing you a sly smile and lip bite.

The two of you just stare at each other through the screen and it's getting too much for you with how intense his eyes are.

"So, where are you now?"

"I'm actually in the city," he shortly replies.

"Oh? You're back!" You gasp but hold yourself back from continuing the sentence and ask if he's back for good. The most important thing is he's confirmed his location, all you need to find out next is if he's up to do no good with you.

"Kind of," he vaguely answers.

"Kind of..." you teasingly repeat his words and then giggle.

Chan grins and rests his back against a pillow, it's unclear if he's sitting on the bed or the sofa, "Oh, how I missed that," he says.

You take a pillow and put it on your lap as something to hold on to, "Missed what?"

"Your sweet smiles and cute giggles," he shortly answers like he's been waiting for you to ask him that.

"Oh, stop it, Chris!" You respond, getting a little flustered that you melt onto your pillow. You may as well lie down on your stomach and put the pillow under your chest, "You're getting good at lying, huh?"

"Yeah. Nah. Just a little bit," he jokingly says, then bursts into laughter that his dimples sunken deep into his cheeks.

And oh, you missed his dimpled smiles and his sonorous laughter too, but you're not going to tell him that, maybe not now, or ever.

To avoid it escalating really quickly, you shift the conversation elsewhere. You prop a hand under your chin and tilt your head to the side while the other hand steadily holds your phone far enough from your face.

"So, what are you doing now?"

"Staring at your face," he answers, a half smirk decorating his rectangular face.

"Just my face?" You jokingly ask with a flirty lip bite.

"Everything else too," he adds, catching his eyes flicking down for a second then smirks.

You act oblivious to the fact that with the way you lie on your stomach, you're offering him a view of your cleavage and he would be stupid if he missed the sign.

"What I meant is what are you doing in the city? Is it for work or...?"

"I need to sort a few things," he vaguely explains.

It's obvious that he's keeping the details from you and you have to respect that, he's not your boyfriend and even if he is, he's not obligated to tell you everything. Including the possibility that he came here to see his new girlfriend, perhaps?

"Oh? So, all business, no pleasure?" You joke with a light chuckle, hiding your true intention to know whether he's seeing anyone or not.

"I'm free tonight and I was hoping that we could meet," He says, shattering the negative thoughts that rush through your head.

Now, that gets you thinking if he's coming here to see you and you get that fluttering feeling in your stomach, or it could be your uterus ovulating as you speak, either way, you like it.

"Tonight?" You ask, acting like you already have a plan for tonight.

"Yes. Or do you already have plans for tonight?"

The act always works, gosh, you should consider to start a career as an actor, "Not really, but uh... where do you want us to meet?"

"There's a nice bar in the hotel I'm staying in. We can have a drink or two," he replies, then licks his lips and makes them appear wet and fuller, tantalizing you to kiss them.

Despite you feeling like screaming and jumping on the bed, you remain coy about it, reminding yourself to not sound eager but show enough enthusiasm.

You pretend to consider it for a moment, tilting your head to the other way and saying, "Hotel bar has better drinks so... yeah, I'd love a drink or two."

A triumphant smile rises on his face and it's cute that he lets it show, making you feel a lot of things in a few seconds.

"I'll see you there, I mean, here at 8?"

You tug your middle finger between your teeth and flash him a seductive smile, "Okay."

"I'll DM you the address."

"Okay," you mutter again while staring at him through the screen on your phone.

"See you tonight then," he says, touching his lips and rubbing the lower lip with his long, dainty finger.

"Can't wait to meet you," he adds.

Instead of answering him, you let out a giggle and sit up on the bed. You flip your hair to the back and just stare at him for a minute without saying anything.

"See you tonight, Chris," you finally reply, making sure to call his name with a low, sultry voice and a sly smile.

Without hesitation, you hang up first and let out a long sigh after. It's just a video call but Gosh! It feels like a foreplay already.

You give yourself a moment to compose yourself before execute plan number three: Dressed to fucking impress. To be honest, you don't even bother with the 'impress' part, you just want to fuck.

See? Talking to him is not a bad idea after all.

-

The sound of your high heels constantly tapping the marble floor as you walk echoes in the hotel lobby, you're unsure of how to inform him that you've arrived just a few minutes late from the appointed time.

You take your phone out of your purse and are about to compose a message when you catch him holding his hand up at you from the second floor.

You wave your hand back at him and make your way to the stairs, climbing each step with caution because it would embarrassing if you tripped. But looking at Chan waiting for you at the top of the stairs makes it feel like you're living a scene out of a movie.

Even with his signature all-black look, it doesn't make him less princely. He looks dreamy with crinkles in his eyes and a charming smile on his face.

He offers his hand when you're only a couple of steps away from him. You take it and let him guide you on the last steps of the stairs. His grip is firm as you remember and he still has his favorite chain bracelet around his wrist.

"You look gorgeous," he doesn't say it in a dramatic, hyperbolic way but he softly whispers it to you before placing a sweet kiss on your cheek, so close to the corner of your mouth.

The night has just begun but he's already succeeded in making you quietly hold your breath. You put on a smile for him and coyly say, "You look stunning in black as... always."

He laughs and it feels like to see and hear it in person, like you can feel the warmth that his laughs emit.

"Want to have dinner first?" He asks.

"I've had dinner," you answer.

The truth is, you barely had dinner because you were too nervous to eat anything but you did eat a nutrition bar in the taxi.

"This way to the bar then?" He offers his arm at you like a true gentleman.

"Lead the way, sir!" You say as you link your arm around him.

It's only a short walk from the hotel lobby to the bar Chan mentioned, the interior is rather luxurious, leather seats with a live jazz performance. He mutters something to the hostess, probably where he prefers to sit and she nods in response.

"This way, please!" She says with a polite smile, walking like a feline creature in her tight skirt and silk blouse.

You glance to the side to see if Chan is looking at the pretty hostess in front of him, but you find him staring at you instead.

"Is there something on my face?" You ask in slight panic, afraid that you have something in your teeth but he feels bad to tell you.

"No," he simply answers.

"This way, sir, ma'am," the hostess says, gesturing to the booth she chooses for the two of you, a little hidden in the corner of the bar to provide some privacy.

Chan gently places his hand on the small of your back and lets you take a seat first. You have a seat in the middle of the curved sofa and he sits right next to you.

"Can we order drinks right away?" Chan asks as he puts his phone on the table.

"Sure," the hostess answers, slightly bending down to hear him talk clearly, "What would you like to have, sir?"

"I'll have the... Boulevardier," he eloquently says with a slight French accent.

"Excellent choice, sir!" She comments, she then turns her head at you to take your order, "How about you, ma'am?"

Things have been feeling a little surreal for these past few hours your brain is struggling to keep up, you want to be cool and confidently answer the fanciable hostess but it takes you a longer time to process a simple question like that.

"I'd love a daiquiri, please!" You answer, ignoring the fact that it takes you a minute to come up with it.

"Can I recommend you with the Hemingway special? It's a daiquiri with a splash of sweet grapefruit juice and Maraschino liqueur," she eloquently explains, proving that she's not only hired because of her look.

"That sounds amazing. I'd love that," you say with an impressed smile.

After confirming your orders, the hostess left the booth and it's just the two of you now in this nice yet slightly erotic setting of the bar.

"That's a nice dress," he suddenly compliments as he's looking at your face, not at your dress.

The dress goes to your midthigh, it's white and tight enough to showcase your curve. It's long-sleeved but the sweetheart neckline exposed just the right amount of skin. You've been saving it for a special occasion and considering that you haven't met him for two years, you reckon it's time to wear it.

"Just something I had, you know, lying around," you playfully answer.

The drinks come not long after and Chan waits until the server leaves to initiate a toast with you. Your drink is in a glass with a thin stem so you carefully lift it with your fingers.

"Cheers!" You mutter in unison and clink your glasses together.

The first round of drinks went with a conversation that consisted of basic questions. He asks you about work, family, life in general, and everything in between. You must admit that your life is kind of boring but it's nice to know that he wanted to catch up on your life updates.

It's a little disappointing though that he doesn't ask anything about your love life or whether you're seeing anyone or not.

When you deem that you're on the verge of oversharing, you stop talking and shift the focus to him.

"What about you? What are you working on at the moment?" You curiously ask, putting down your drink on the table and leaving one last sip on the fragile-looking glass.

"I'm working on a lot of things right now. From a lot of places too," he answers.

"So, you've been traveling a lot," you remark.

"Yes."

That says something about his relationship status and unless he has learned how to be in a long-distance relationship, then it means he's not seeing anyone right now. Even if he is, there's a big chance that it's noncommittal.

This calls for a celebration so you pick up your drink and drain every last drop of it, delightfully gasping once you swallow it.

"Round 2?" Chan offers.

"Yes."

Now that you've made up your mind about it and from the subtle signals he's sending you so far, it's safe to say that he's up to do no good with you. You smooth down the hem of your dress and flip your hair to the back, preparing yourself to execute plan number four: Make your intention known.

As much as you feel tempted to say 'Chris, let's fuck!' right to his face, you decide not to be haste and go with a more convenient, acceptable way. You plan to be forthright about your intention what you want and if he wanted the same too so the two of you can skip the formalities and go straight to the fucking.

"Chris, I have something to tell you," you say to him.

He positions his body slightly turns to the side to face you and softly smiles, "You can tell me."

You've mustered up the courage and have the words prepared in your head only for the moment to be ruined by your phone ringing in your purse.

"Fuck..." you quietly mutter to yourself, you could sense your courage shrinking inside you.

The phone has stopped ringing but you grab your purse on the space next to you and pull it out to check the caller. A new text message appears on your screen.

Call me. It's urgent. Your friend wrote in her text along with multiple red exclamation marks.

It seems rather urgent, you put on an apologetic smile at Chan and say, "I'm sorry but do you mind if I make a quick call?"

"Not at all," Chan says with an easy smile.

You take your phone with you as you get up from the sofa, leaving the booth at the same time the waiter comes with your second round of drinks.

Finding the way to the restroom, you hit the call button as you enter and stand in front of the sinks, waiting for your friend to pick up while checking for your hair and make-up in the mirror.

"What's the urgency?" You say the second you hear the call being picked up.

"I need to borrow your laptop. Mine is suddenly frozen and I can't reboot it," your friend answers in a rather distressed tone.

Knowing that it's not the kind of urgent you imagined in your head, you let out a sigh of relief and then say, "Yes, yes you can use my laptop."

"I'm already in the elevator to your floor."

"You have the code to my apartment and I'm sure you know where I put my laptop," you calmly tell her, putting the strands of hair to the side and carefully dabbing the skin under your eyes.

"Wait. You're not home?"

"I'm not and I'm not taking any more questions," you immediately stop her before she gets too nosy.

"Don't call me for the rest of the night. Bye!" You don't wait for a response and quickly hang up.

On the way back to your booth, you see Chan enjoying the jazz performance on the stage, tapping his foot against the floor. You didn't notice the way he sat until now, his legs spread open, he's slightly slumped and his long arm rests along the edge of the sofa, plus he left the top three buttons on his shirt open.

Chan looks so hot simply by sitting like that and you're sure you've seen much hotter men but you really can't remember when.

You take a deep breath to calm yourself down and slide into the booth again, then slowly sit on the sofa, leaving a gap between you and him.

"Here's your drink," he says, handing the glass to you with such caution.

"Thank you!" You mutter your gratitude.

You're glad that you're taking the recommendation because the Hemingway Daiquiri tastes so refreshing, it's sweet and sour, certainly an upscale from the classic daiquiri.

"I hope the call wasn't something bad," he says to you.

You lick your lips after taking a sip, "Oh, no. It was my friend. She needs to borrow something," you spare him from the details.

It takes a minute to remember where you left the conversation and when you finally recall, you need to take more time to prepare yourself again. You immediately take another sip to quicken the process of building up your courage.

"Can I tell you a secret?" He suddenly comes up with an unexpected request.

Your throat burns from accidentally swallowing your alcohol too fast and you can feel your eyes get teary as well.

"Sure," you manage to answer.

Somehow the gap you purposely put between you and him disappears, he sits so close to you that his knee bumps into yours.

"I've been stalking your Instagram page," he shares with a shy smile.

You snort because he makes it seem like it's an embarrassing thing to say, but you doubt if that's true, he could be saying that to make you feel flattered.

"As far as I can recall, you've been abandoning your account until today," you say, hardly believing his so-called secret.

"That's because I'm using a fake Instagram account," he simply answers.

You snort again and roll your eyes at him, "Yeah, sure."

Chan smirks and picks up his phone, he opens Instagram to show the fake Instagram account he made and it only has one following, you.

"Do you believe me now?"

It's hard to stay calm when you find out that the guy who broke your heart two years ago has secretly been keeping up with you through your social media. You're happy but a part of you is still in denial.

"I mean... why not use your own Instagram?" you ask out of pure curiosity because it's not like you'd mistake this as a sign that he wants to get back with you. You're not that naive nor delusional.

"Then you would know that I regret breaking up with you," he casually answers like he didn't just reveal something profound.

You look at him to check if he's just messing with you and you would know if he's lying cause he's bad at it, but nope, he's telling the truth.

"And you would know that I've been struggling to get over you," he continues with glints filling his doe eyes.

There's an alarm going off in your chest, it's coming from the heart and it's telling you to be cautious, potential heartbreak lies ahead. You get reminded that you came here not to confront your feelings, you came here to get fucked, hopefully hard.

"And I guess you posted your boxing video for a purpose?" You ask with your eyebrow raised at him.

"Well..." he shrugs and slyly grins, "it worked, didn't it?"

As expected, this man has so many tricks up his sleeves. Better be careful as he puts all of his attention on you, his arm slowly makes its way around your shoulder and his hand is playing with your hair.

"Are you seeing anyone?"

"No comment," You smirk and take a small sip of your drink.

Chan lets out a laugh, the sonorous one and the kind that makes his eyes form two crescents. He takes a sip of his Boulevardier which is an upscale version of negroni.

"I've been wondering why you stayed single for so long," he says with an underlying tone, implying that he's actually asking you the reason why. Also confirmed his secret stalking behavior.

"It's not that long," you reply, crossing your legs together as you flash him a sly smile.

"A year, isn't it?" He asks.

You groan and roll your eyes at him, "You really are a stalker."

"You can tell me," he playfully elbows your side.

"No. It's a secret," you refuse to share.

"I shared my secret with you and it's only fair if you share yours with me."

"First of all, I didn't ask for your secret," you defend yourself while holding your drink close to your mouth.

He leans to your side, offering his ear at you as he says, "You can whisper it to me."

He means to know the answer anyway so you lean into his ear and cover the side of your mouth, then whisper, "All the guys I've met, they don't have a big cock like yours."

That's a way to get his attention and escalate the tension between the two of you. You pull away with a devilish smirk dancing on your face.

You glance down at his crotch and ask, "Is it still as big as I remember?"

"If you're lucky, you'll get to find out," he plays coy about it and you find it extremely attractive.

Noticing that you've drained your drink, Chan waves his hand to get the two of you another round of drinks. Obviously, you don't want it to end when things have just started to warm up.

He looks at you and then glances down, showing his hand snaking its way to your thigh.

"Have I told you that it's a nice dress?"

"I don't mind hearing it one more time," you respond with a cheeky smile.

He shoots you a big grin while he's playing with the hem of your dress, feeling the fabric between his fingers.

"It's a nice dress," he compliments, then leans in close so that you can feel his warm breath brush your cheek as he adds, "And I want to take it off of you tonight."

You place your hand on his hand that rests on your thigh and play with his bracelet, "if you're lucky, you'll get to do it," you poke fun at him.

You can audibly hear his laugh in your ear as he leans in closer his nose pokes your cheek, "We're even now."

The third drinks bring the tension higher as the two of you relax from every sip and the gap between your bodies gradually disappears.

Chan has his eyes on you all the time, it's overwhelming at times but you like the way he looks at you like an animal who has his eyes on its prey and you like seeing the confliction in his eyes on whether he should eat you whole or play with his food first.

There's so much chemistry and tension here, plus the alcohol, you're only waiting for the light to turn bright green, really.

He gently brushes your hair to the side and keeps it there so he can plant a kiss on the skin behind your ear, knowing that it's your sensitive part of body.

"You change your perfume?"

"Yes," you manage to remain calm despite the proximity and the way he constantly rubs your thigh with his knuckle.

He drags his lips to your ear and asks, "What is it called?"

You lick your lips and make him wait for your answer, "I believe it's called Good Girl Gone Bad."

He tilts his head to the side and looks at you right in the eyes, wide and dark with lust, "How bad?"

You grab the collar of his shirt and tug at it, "If you're lucky, you'll get to find out," you get back at him again.

As he bursts out laughing with his eyes closed, you follow your intrusive thought to cup his jaw with your hand and laugh along.

"That's two to one," you remind him.

He stops laughing only to fondly smile at you, "Remind me how I broke up with you."

"For a start, you acted like an absolute jerk that day," you half-jokingly say.

The truth is it wasn't the breakup that hurt you the most, it's the post-break-up and his total absence from your life, he didn't call or text, or even send a pity email after that day. It felt as if he didn't want you in his life anymore.

Fuck. How did you get here again? Forced to face your feelings. Time to shift the talk.

"It's getting late, don't you think?"

Chan immediately reaches for his phone on the table to check the time, "It's 10.51."

"Oh," you plainly respond and finish you drink.

"Can I have your new numbers?" He suddenly asks.

You put down your glass on the table and answer, "I still have the same phone numbers."

"Yeah but I lost my phone at the airport and had to get a new one, lost all of my contacts," he explains like he knew you thought about how he didn't call you earlier.

Chan hands you his phone so you can enter your phone numbers and hand it back to him once you've finished. He hits the call button instead of saving it first and your phone rings a second later.

"Come on. Pick it up!" He tells you.

You obey him, accepting his phone call even though he's sitting next to you, "Hello?"

"Hi, it's future Chris calling," he says with a mix of foolish and sexy grin, you don't know how but he does it so well.

Curious to see where this talk is going, you decide to play along with him, "If you are really from the future, can you tell me the lottery numbers for this week?"

"I... can't tell you that."

"I'm hanging up," you joke.

"But I can tell you something else."

"Not interested," you put away your phone from your ear.

He glares at you, forcing you to continue playing along with him, "Hear me first!"

"Okay, I'm listening," you say with a dramatic eye roll.

"Future Chris says you need to go to hotel room number 103 tonight."

"Uhm... why?"

"You have to go there if you want to get lucky," he says with his tongue slightly poking out on one corner of his mouth.

"Still not interested," you poke fun, pretending to hang up the phone again.

"You'll regret it," he teases.

"I doubt that," you say with your nose scrunched at him.

Chan gets a little annoyed now, you can tell by the way he has his tongue poking his cheek and the fed-up grin on his face.

"Don't you want to get lucky tonight and find out about..." he pauses as he reaches for the pendant of your necklace and turns it over in his fingers, "the thing you're curious of."

This is it then, your intention matched his intention and the light has turned bright green. You take his hand and put it down onto your lap, then you slide your hand into his palm, "Okay."

"Okay," He says, holding your hand in his then brings it close to his mouth to place a soft kiss on the back of your hand.

-

As you're waiting for the elevator to arrive, Chan steadily places his hand on the arch of your back and lingers there until the elevator chimes open.

He lets you get in first and you choose to stand on the side, close to the panel full of numbers of the hotel floors and he reaches for it to push the number to his floor.

Should you consider yourself lucky that the elevator is empty? Should you be nervous because you're starting to feel like a prey being locked with its predator inside a small, enclosed space?

No words are being exchanged as the two of you locked in a gaze, but he speaks so much through his eyes, they're fiery, filled with so much want, so much need, and ultimately, desire.

After that much teasing, flirting, alcohol, chemistry, and tension, you've been wondering how the two of you managed to not kiss each other already.

It seems like he's about to make it happen as he comes closer to you, putting his hands on the handlebar and caging you in between. Slowly, he brings his hand close to your face and carefully puts away the strands of hair covering your face to the side, then tucks it behind your ear.

In this proximity, you can see how plush his lips are, how soft and full they are, and it's getting too hard to try to ignore. You look at him, telling him how much you want to kiss him through your eyes and deliberately blink to give him the unspoken permission to kiss you.

The heating moment gets interrupted by the sound of the elevator chimes open and a group of people gets in from the fourth floor.

"Excuse me," a man says as he reaches for the panel to press the number to his floor.

With his hand on your back again, Chan protectively guides you to take a step forward and stands behind you, he puts his arm around your waist with his hand resting on your abdomen.

There's a low chatter going on from the other corner of the elevator but the absence of silence doesn't make it less tense as Chan buries his nose in your hair, you can feel every breath he inhales on the nape of your neck. It feels hot and cold at the same time, making you tingling inside.

He then presses his mouth to your ear and softly whispers, "You're still using the same shampoo, mmh?" His lips graze your ear as he speaks.

Chan puts his other arm on you and quietly, pulls you closer until your back meets his chest, that way you can feel him behind you and his body heat that slowly melts you from the inside.

Quietly, he slides his hand down to the curve of your ass cheek and then gently squeezes the flesh.

"My God, this body..." he whispers with his breath tickles your body, "Makes me want to ruin you so much."

Is it wrong that you don't even want to hide it anymore? You want everyone in the elevator to hear what he just said to you and for a split second, you want Chan to fuck you right there and let everyone watches.

However, Chan suddenly lets go of you and you pout at the sudden loss of contact. Then you notice that the little screen above the panel shows that the elevator is about to stop on the 10th floor.

When it chimes open, you make your way out with Chan trails behind you. None of you look back but keep walking ahead with his hand resting on the arch of your back again, leading you to where his room is. His hand goes lower and lower the further you walk through the hotel corridor.

"This way," he says, guiding your body to take the left corridor.

Without warning, he grabs you by the waist and roughly pulls you with him until he hits his back against the wall, then crashes his mouth on you.

This is not your shared first kiss but this is somehow better than that. The feeling of your lips finally reunited in a rapturous kiss especially when you've been craving it oh, there's nothing like it!

Chan kisses you so hard, so deep, so passionately that you have a hard time returning it to him and breathing becomes a second priority to you.

"I've been wanting to do that all night," he mutters when he lets go of the kiss.

Still gasping for air, you nod and say, "Me too."

To your surprise, he turns you over and has you pinned against the wall this time, he pushes his body against yours as he seeks to be as close to you as possible until there's no inch of gap left between your bodies.

When he deems that you need to breathe, he lets go of your lips only to kiss you on your neck and you tip your head to the side to give him the free access. You let out a low moan as his teeth faintly scrape the skin.

His hands run amok, feeling you all over and touching you through your clothes, eventually his hand cups your breast in his. He kisses your lips again only to distract you from his hand trying to pull down the front of your dress and after a few tries, he manages to send your breast spilling which he wastes no time to take it in his mouth.

"Oh..." The moan just slipped out of your mouth and you hurriedly press your lips together to shut yourself up, aware that you're in a hotel corridor and the hotel guests might hear it, oh and also, someone may walk in on you making out in the hotel corridor.

He leaves your breast wet with his saliva when he lets go and goes straight to kiss you again, putting his weight against you and hoisting your leg around him.

It's getting hard to stay quiet as he starts to dry hump you, you can feel the friction of his clothed erection on you, big and bulging, highly arousing.

Hearing footsteps coming, he hurriedly fixes your dress and takes your hand, this time, leading you right to his hotel room. He swiftly unlocks the door with his keycard and pushes the door inward.

"Come in," he softly mutters, keeping the door open to let you in.

Once you're both inside, the obscenity continues. Nothing is stopping you from coming at each other and ripping each other's clothes. Your dress is the first to go then his shirts, they're lying on the carpeted floor now.

As you lips continuously latch with his, Chan swiftly unbuckles his belt and zips open his fly, he pulls his erection out of its confine.

Without breaking the kiss, he takes your hand and puts it around his hardening member. You gasp at how hot it feels in your hand, how hard it is that you can feel the veins coiling around his length.

He pulls away and looks down to see your hand holding his cock, "Is it as big as you remember?"

You suck air through your teeth and then say, "I'm not sure."

You start to slowly pump his length in your hand and look up at him, "but there's a way I can know for sure."

His eyebrow raised in question, "You do?"

"Uh-huh," you answer, leaning in to kiss him.

From his lips, you begin a trail of kisses to his neck and his chest next, then down to his sculpted abs until your knees hit the carpeted floor.

Something about kneeling in front of him and he's looking down on you with a mix of excitement and anticipation in his eyes arousing you in a whole new way.

In return, you look back at him, innocently blinking your eyes at him all the while your hand keeps stroking his cock in front of you.

"Can I?" You ask him with your thumb softly rubbing the tip of his cock.

He puts his hands in your hair, brushing your hair and gathering them in the back of your head, making a makeshift ponytail with his hand, "Yes."

Without looking away from him, you open your mouth and stick your tongue out, then slowly, you take him in your mouth. You take him little by little and give yourself time to adjust yourself to his size which you think is somewhat bigger than you remember.

Wanting to impress him, you push yourself to take more of him but you're too haste and his cock hits the back of your throat so fast, triggering your gag reflex. You immediately pull away before you embarrass yourself more and look away as you let out a cough.

"Still too big for me," You say with a shy chuckle.

Chan places his hand on your cheek and tenderly caresses it, "Too big for you, mmh?"

You nod with your puppy eyes at him.

"But you're taking it so well," he coos, now wiping your chin with his thumb.

You wrap your hand around his cock again and slowly pump it, "Yeah?"

"Yes," he mutters with a soft smile.

The truth is you're not a big fan of giving blow jobs and you're not very confident in your skill, but he remains sweet and patient with you and you believe it's because he knows.

Chan makes you feel safe and comfortable enough to make you want to do it again.

"Let me just..." you don't finish your sentence but do it all over again.

You remind yourself to take it slow, regulate your breathing, and keep calm, it's even better if you can try to enjoy doing it.

To compensate for the rest that you can't take in your mouth, you use your hand and alternate between sucking and licking.

"See? You're taking me so well," he softly mutters, delicately tucking your hair behind your ear.

It doesn't take long for you to find your rhythm and slowly enjoying yourself giving him head, you're even humming in pleasure with your mouth full of him.

Seeing his reactions and hearing the lewd noises coming out of your mouth, encourages you to keep going despite your jaws getting tired and your knees are hurting from kneeling too long.

In between his low moans, he manages to mutter sweet nothings to you.

"Oh, that pretty mouth!"

"You're just too good."

"Oh... Too good at this!"

After a few minutes though, you sense that you needed a break so you slowly pull out and replace your mouth with your hand.

"You like that?"

"Very much," he answers without a beat.

He offers his hand to help you get up from the floor and pulls you close, hoisting your body against him knowing that you're probably tired from kneeling too long.

"You're getting too good, it's dangerous," he whispers to you with both hands cupping your ass cheeks.

You giggle and let him have your lips in him again, you're opening your mouth for him so he can kiss you deeper while he hoists you higher until your feet are lifted off the floor.

Chan carries you to the bed and gently lays you down on the bed, he removes his jeans first before joining you, lying next to you on the bed.

He brushes your hair away from your face and presses a kiss on your lips, "So, is it as big as you remember?"

You tangle your hand in his soft curls, "Jury's still out," you answer with a sly smile.

Chan glares at you as a grin slowly blossoms on his face, he offers his arm as your pillow and then pulls you closer to him, that way, he can comfortably plant his lips on yours again.

As he keeps you busy with his kisses, his hand is making its way down south and not stopping until it lands on your clothed cunt. He smirks against your lips the second he slips his fingers under, meeting your wetness.

"That wet for me, mmh?" He murmurs.

You coyly shrug and shoot him a smirk just to provoke him.

"Well, I'm honored," he says with his fingers tracing your folds and running it up and down your slit.

When he starts playing with your clit, you know you no long can keep your cool anymore. The cold that comes from the metal of his chain bracelet adds a different sensation to the hot and wetness of your cunt.

"Goodness..." you breathlessly gasp as he inserts his finger into you.

"I know you can take one more," he mutters with his mouth pressed to your ear, then proceeds to add another digit.

His two long fingers are inside you now, pumping them in and out of you, and curls them to find that spot that makes you—

"Chris! Oh, fuck!" You curse and grip his shoulder hard enough your nails dug into the skin.

He's enjoying it from the way his head hovers above you and peacefully observing your face, wanting to see all of your reactions to his delightful assault.

He has his mouth sucking on your breast now and the other is being fondled by his other hand, the other hand is busy making a mess out of you.

You're squirming on the bed with your waist upheld in the air and shamelessly arching your back at him, seeking more of him inside you.

Chan knows when to stop, he teases you enough to prepare you for what comes next. He slows down his hand motions and slowly pulls them out. He doesn't let go yet but keeps his hand inside your underwear, playing with your clit.

A moment later, he draws his hand out of your underwear and rubs his fingers coated with your arousal on his lips, "Taste yourself on me," he says.

Seeing his lips wet with your essence is rather arousing and you don't hesitate at all to kiss him, tasting yourself on him. The kiss feels exceptionally kinky and you thought you couldn't be more aroused than this.

Without letting go of the kiss, he hovers above you and props his elbows against the mattress, "Are you still on the pills?"

You swallow air before answering, "Yeah."

He places a sweet peck on your lips then looks at you, "Is it okay if we do it without protection?"

Maybe deep down you know you can trust him and it wouldn't be the first time you're doing it with him without a layer of protection so you find it easy to agree to it and nod.

"Okay," you say, also providing him a verbal consent.

He smiles at you and lowers his mouth on you again, he continues the kisses down your front. His hands tugging at the elastic band of your underwear and pulling it down as he continues the kisses down to your legs.

The bed quakes as Chan gets off the bed and he's just standing there, looking at you and your naked body for his eyes to lust on. You catch him inhaling and exhaling air like he's overwhelmed by what he's seeing.

"You're so beautiful," he mutters with a delightful sigh.

It would be the only normal response to get flustered under his lustful eyes, you look away from him and say, "Just get in here, Chris!"

He surprises you by jumping onto the bed, making the bed quakes once more and he immediately puts his lips on yours again.

"Turn over for me," he softly whispers to you ear.

Without saying a word, you obey him, turning over on the bed and getting on your fours, kneeling with your hands propped against the mattress in front of you.

Chan positions himself behind you and then with so much care, he puts all of your hair away onto one shoulder so he can place kisses on your back. His hands freely roam around your body.

In your opinion, Chan has the most attractive pair of hands, it's warm and firm with veins snaking on the back of his hand, and of course, long fingers that know how to find your most sensitive spot. Now, they're on you, going all over you and feeling you all over.

"I almost forgot how soft you are," he murmurs.

He then brings his hands to your chest to play with your mounds, he hums in pleasure as he sees your breasts mold perfectly in his hands.

"Like they were made just for me," he sighs.

It's like his attractiveness and his big cock aren't enough, Chan has to have a smart mouth too, a mouth that knows what to say and how to say it.

Then again, you're just a girl and you're prone to sugary sweet words like that. You look over your shoulder and smile at him, not expecting that he's going to capture your lips in a kiss.

He slides one hand down to your throbbing cunt again, making sure it's wet enough for him to penetrate. He gently pushes you to the front so he can aim his cock at your entrance and then slowly, he guides you to take him in.

"Oh... ah..." you moan, crumpling the sheet underneath you.

And you almost forget how big he is until he's inside you and you get so high that you blank out, you're there on all fours and merely just a vessel.

Not giving you another minute to adjust, Chan moves back and pulls his cock out only to push it deeper inside you. He then wraps his arms around you and holds you tightly while you're flailing against him like a rag doll.

"You feel so good," he whispers, his breath is hot and heavy in your ear, "So fucking tight around me."

He brings his hand down to rub your clit, adding gentle pressure as he's circling on it.

"I'm going to move, okay?" He says to you with a slobbering kiss on your shoulder.

Unable to form a coherent answer, you repeatedly nod in answer.

The sploshing sound of his fingers incessantly rubbing your clit intensify along with the pace of his thrusting. Chan either has his lips on your lips or plants them on your shoulder, either way, he does it to muffle his groans.

This is what happens when his hand and his cock joint forces, you find yourself on the brink of orgasm when all you've been doing is filling the room with your high-pitched moans.

"Oh, I'm cumming," you whine, holding onto the sheet as waves of pleasure surging all over you.

Chan slows down but does not stop thrusting into you, he kisses your neck and shoulder as you relish your orgasm. He keeps you close with his slung across your chest.

"Chris?" You breathlessly call his name.

"Yes, baby?" He answers your call and you guess the pet name unintentionally slipped out of his mouth.

Not going to lie, it gets you fluttering to hear him call you baby. You curve your arm around his neck and bring his head close to kiss him.

After a while, you start to doubt that the fluttering feeling came from Chan calling you with a pet name. You think it's because you're getting your second orgasm.

"What should I do, Chris?" You whine against his mouth

He breaks the kiss and looks at you with a concerned look, "Huh?" Chan confusingly asks.

"I'm about to cum again," you shamelessly admit.

Chan lets out a low chuckle and presses a kiss on your lips, "Then let's cum together, yeah?" he simply resolves.

He draws you close to him until your back hits his chest, his strong arms wrapped around you to hold you steady as he adds more speed to his thrust.

"Chris, oh..." you moan while holding onto his forearm.

His hands slithering around, one hand squeezing on your breast and the other wrapped around your neck. His mouth nests in the crook of your neck, grunting in pleasure and at times, sucking on your skin to muffle his noises.

"Oh, you keep clenching, baby," he mutters, followed by a broken moan.

That is probably because his cock is deep inside you, it's engorging and pulsating, filling you whole and continuously rubbing against your velvety walls, making the knot in your stomach tighten with each passing second.

Getting weak on the knees, you collapse onto the bed and Chan hurriedly holds you by the waist as he maintains the pace.

"I'm close, I'm close," you tell him repeatedly with one side of your face pressed against the bed.

Chan groans as he pushes his cock as shallowly as possible inside you, "Almost there," he says through his gritted teeth.

The previous orgasm makes you more sensitive than before and you can't hold yourself back anymore so you slowly let go and let the pleasure take over you once more.

Meanwhile, Chan hovers behind you and takes your hands, he holds them by the wrists then pin them against the bed as he restlessly thrusts into you to chase his high.

"Want me to cum inside you?" He asks, still thoughtful as you remember

"Uh-huh, yeah," you manage to answer even with your brain close to short-circuit.

Getting the permission is all he needed to get to his release. Then moment he finally come undone, he lets out a hoarse yet the most beautiful moan you ever heard, then lets himself lay on top of you.

A moment passes in contented silence and Chan presses a long kiss on the nape of your neck, then softly asks, "Are you okay?"

Not getting an answer, he endearingly brushes your hair away from your face to check it himself, "Did I go too rough on you?" He asks again with a slight concern.

You allow yourself to take a few more seconds to gain your composure and instead of answering, you foolishly grin at him and say, "That was so fucking good."

In response, Chan brightly smiles then pecks your lips, "No, but seriously, are you okay?"

You nod at him, "I'm okay."

After hearing your confirmation, he lets out a sigh of relief and then kisses you again, longer than the previous one.

"Sweet break?"

You don't expect him to say that after a long time, you smile and nod, "Sweet break."

-

Sweet break is something you used to say to each other when you need to take a break from something by eating something sweet. Like now, for instance, you and him taking a break from sex to order something sweet from the room service.

"Bad news is the kitchen is closed" Chan announces the second you come out of the bathroom.

It would be bothersome to put on your dress so you put on Chan's shirt instead, buttoning it as you join him on the sofa, "And the good news?"

He opens the food cover to show you what he got from the room service, "They're still serving desserts," he says with a grin.

The two of you huddle together around the plates of desserts and eating them on the sofa, filling the room with the sounds of your chewing and the dessert spoon scraping the plate.

It's fascinating to watch Chan casually eat his chocolate cake like he didn't just fuck the brains out of you a while ago. You let out a low chuckle and get back to your crepes.

"What's so funny?" He asks, catching you quietly chuckling to yourself.

"Nothing," you answer with a shrug.

He glares at you and decides to invade your plate with his fork, stabbing at the sliced banana and then shoving it into his mouth.

"Hey, eat your own dessert," you scold him but let him collect more bananas from your plate.

"But you don't like bananas," he says in between his chews.

"I don't like bananas but that doesn't mean I can't eat them," you say, but proceed to put the bananas to the side of the plate.

"I'm eating it for you so you only eat what you like," he says with a proud grin.

It's endearing that he still remembers little things like this. The sweet break, your dislike toward a certain and even how many of his fingers you like to have inside you. You can't help but wonder if he remembers other things too. His feelings for you, perhaps?

"Want to order another one?"

The two of you shared and finished the last plate together, even though you feel like you can have another plate, you refuse the offer.

He puts the plates away to the side of the room and returns to the sofa, lifting your legs before he sits next to you and then puts your legs on his lap.

"What's that café with the salted caramel cookies?" He suddenly asks.

"The one with butternut latte?" You ask back to check.

He gently puts his hand on your shoulder and plays with your hair, "Is it still open?"

Damn. He even still remembers that one café you regularly visited when the two of you were still dating.

"Yes," you answer with a smile.

"Man. Those are the best cookies!" he sighs with his fingertips lightly rubbing your thigh.

"I mean, we can go there tomorrow if you want," you casually say or you hope it sounds casual, it's a friendly offer.

He stops playing with your hand and cups your jaw, "I would love to," he says.

From the way his smile slowly dims, you sense a 'but' coming. Oh no, you sense a regret coming. You shouldn't have offered it in the first place.

"But I have to leave tomorrow," he says.

"Oh?" You try to remain unbothered and keep your facial expression in check, "Tomorrow, huh?"

"Yeah. I have to take care of a few things back home," he explains.

By back home, he means Australia and he'll fly out tomorrow, and probably for good. You hate that you get sad like it would be the first he's done it to you.

He holds you by the chin and slowly brings your head close to place a chaste kiss on your lips, it's so tender that you feel a tug at your chest.

"Thank you for coming to see me," he sincerely says with his eyes wide and shining for you.

This is where you start losing the objective of why you're here, you came here to solely get fucked, not expecting anything but his cock inside you.

Time to put some sense into your head and laugh it off, "Oh, my God, Chris!" You gasp out loud.

His forehead wrinkles in question, "What?"

"Yes, we can fuck again, no need to try so hard," you say with a sassy eye roll.

Learning that he's being pranked, he squints his eyes at you with his tongue pokes his cheek. While clutching his chest, he says, "Gosh, I thought—"

Before he can finish his sentence, you shut him up with a kiss because you don't want to keep talking about your feelings or get reminded of how things were when you were still together. You kiss him because you want to forget.

"You thought what?" You ask as you sit on his lap.

He licks his lips and shakes his head, "Nothing."

He's more than glad to have you sitting on his lap as it allows him to hold you close. His hands trail the sides of your body until they eventually land on your ass and then eagerly fondle them in his hands. Catching you off guard, he lands a slap on your ass cheek.

"Chris!" You shriek, abruptly stop kissing him, "That stings!"

"Can't help it," he innocently says while laughing and then pulls you close to kiss you again before you scold him more.

As a safety measure, you take his hands from your ass and fold them together on his chest but he takes it to his advantage, he finds another playground for his lewd hands.

Doesn't want to waste time unbuttoning it, he slips his hand under your shirt to fondle your breast, circling his fingers around your nipple before pinching at it.

He then lifts your shirt, exposing your breasts to the cool night air, and wastes no time to bury his head in between your mounds. He then pulls the shirt down and hides himself in it, acting like a toddler by purposely placing ticklish kisses on you to make you laugh

"Stop playing," you scold him with your hand tangled in his curls, "Let's go to bed, mmh?"

Chan pops his head out through the opening of the shirt and looks at you, "Kiss me first," he demands.

How can you say no when he looks at you with fondness in his eyes and a smile on his face? You fulfill his wish and place a long, lingering kiss on his lips.

"Can we go now?" You say the second you pull away from the kiss.

"Okay," he obliges.

He gets out of your shirt first and you get off his lap next, then starts walking toward the bedroom when Chan suddenly comes from behind you and hoists you up, looking unbothered carrying you on his shoulder.

"To the bed!" He announces, then slaps the back of your thigh.

"Chris!" You scold again but you can't do anything about it as you hang upside-down on his back.

The bed is already a mess and it seems like it's going to get even messier with the way Chan constantly has you pinned under him. He kisses your lips, softly yet hungrily like devouring an ice cream.

Aware that he has taken his turn, Chan doesn't complain when you flip him over and take it over from him. You're straddling him, rubbing his cock between your slit while he's unbuttoning your shirt open.

You find yourself wet for him again in no time and his cock is as hard as you need it to be, maybe this is why sex with him feels exceptional, the two of you are always horny for each other.

You let out a low, long moan the whole time you lower yourself on him and a seductive chuckle slips out of your mouth the second he's fully buried inside you.

When you look down at him, you find him staring at you with his mouth agape. You slyly smile and place both of your hands on his glorious pecs, "Have you always been this big?"

Chan licks his lips and rests his hands on your thighs, "And have you always been this tight?" He asks back instead of answering.

Being on top gives you the freedom to set a pace you prefer and switch positions as you like, more importantly, you can fully enjoy every bit of it. But it's working because Chan is such a great partner, he lets you have full control and lets you take your time.

If not using his hands to touch you all over, he has his hands folded under his head and quietly enjoying watching you fucking him.

"If you keep clenching around me like that, I might cum too fast," he tells you.

"I'm okay with that," you calmly respond.

To tease him more, you purposely keep clenching around him and rolling your hips in circular motions. Somehow you stop focusing on getting your high and start thinking about how to please him more.

"Oh," he loudly groans and his hand grips at your waist, "You're bad!"

You giggle in response while continuing to roll your hips back and forth in painstakingly slow motion.

"Oh, you're really, really bad," he says with ragged breath.

The sex may not be as hard or as intense as the previous one but it's just as good, even better. Maybe it's the unwavering eye contact, maybe it's the way he hisses every time you tease him, or the way he trusts you to make him feel good.

Whatever it is, you feel like sharing an intimate moment with him and you can't lie, it feels special.

"Are you close?" You ask because you're very close to your climax.

"I've been waiting for you to ask me that," he hastily answers, still able to joke in a heating moment like this.

You take him along with you to the edge and not stopping until the two of you come to your release, you keep moving at a sloppy pace to ride out the high.

Chan pulls you close, forcing you to lower yourself onto his body and accidentally sending his cock to slip out. You don't mind it at first but you can feel his hot cum dripping out of you and onto his abdomen.

You break the kiss and mutter in panic, "It's dripping."

"I'll put it back in," he simply responds, reaching down for his cock and slowly pushes it back into you.

Now that it's resolved, he puts his arms around you again and pulls you even closer until your bodies mold into one another, then kisses you more.

Without looking and breaking the kiss, he pulls the duvet and covers both of your bodies with it, ready to end the night with your bodies still connected.

"Have I told you this?" He suddenly asks.

"What?"

He looks at you with his brown eyes that looks like a nice cup of cocoa, comforting and warm.

"I miss you," he ever softly says.

There he goes again, making you debate whether you came here for the sex or to try to rekindle old sparks with him. But in all honesty, it feels good to know that the yearning goes both ways.

For once, you let your heart answer it for you.

"I miss you too, Chris," you mutter back with a smile.

And now you start debating if seeing him tonight is indeed a bad idea.

-

There's a wet, squelching sound when you first come to your senses the next morning, you feel like sleeping for another hour or two but you also feel the urge to check what that noise is all about.

You force open your eyes and find out right away the source of that wet, squelching sound, it's coming from Chan and he has his mouth latched to your breast.

"Morning, Chris," you croak as you brush your hair away from your face.

He lets go of your breast with a loud pop and looks at you, "Did I wake you?"

"Not really," you answer, putting your hand in his fluffy bedhead.

"I'm sorry," he says but not looking like it.

"Are you? Sorry?" You jokingly say and lay back on your pillow.

He slyly grins and shifts his focus back to playing with your mounds. He holds your breast up and uses his slick tongue to tease your nipple, alternating between licking and sucking.

It's normal to feel horny in the morning and, you find yourself already wet under there, you guess Chan has been helping himself while you were still sleeping.

Chan's head hangs above your chest and you can see how much he's enjoying your breasts, playing with them like a toddler, he even makes noises as he fills his mouth with your ample flesh.

"Aren't you leaving today? Shouldn't we get up and shower?" You mutter, softly scratching his scalp as you talk.

He sucks at your breast so hard and pulls it before letting it go, grinning as he is satisfied with what he just did.

"My flight is in the afternoon," he says.

"And I'd better go so you can pack—"

"But I already ordered breakfast," he whines like a fussy child.

"Well, we can shower first."

"They'll send breakfast at 8," he shares with a wild grin.

You turn your head to check the time on the clock hanging on the wall, "But it's hardly 7."

"Exactly!" He exclaims.

"Exactly what?" You ask in genuine confusion.

He buries his head in your neck and whispers, "We have an hour before breakfast."

Despite catching on to his intention, you decide to act dumb, "And?"

"And..." he inhales your scent before hovering above you, "I'll have my breakfast first."

He winks at you then goes under the duvet, and settles himself between your legs to have his so-called breakfast and it only makes sense that it progresses to intercourse.

Morning sex offers different things, it's the quiet, the peace, the slivers of morning sun shining through the cracks of the curtains, doing it with a refreshed mind and body, it's also the best way to start the day.

It's even better when you get to be a pillow princess, you just lay back and let Chan do all the handwork. He has your legs locked around his waist as he thrusts into you at a slow yet steady pace and in every thrust, he makes you feel every inch of his length rubbing against your walls.

"This is just great," he says with his face pressed to the side of your head.

"Mmh, what?" You respond as best as you can.

"I don't have to do cardio today," he says with a low chuckle.

This is your favorite kind of sex, do it by not taking it too seriously. Because in your opinion, other than it should be comfortable for the individuals involved, sex should be fun.

You kiss his open mouth and drag your lips down to his neck, then plant your mouth on his skin, sucking at it hard enough to form a hickey on it.

"What's that about?" He's rather dumbfounded instead of annoyed.

"Just trying to make it fair," you coyly say as you point to the blossoming mark he made on your breast.

"Yeah, okay," he says in defeat.

As much as you don't want the sex to end, it eventually ends but in a rather explosive, euphoric way. You feel like you've just been given another chance at life after that last orgasm.

"Who needs coffee, huh?" You sigh as you blankly stare at the ceiling.

It's a rhetorical question but Chan decides to respond to it anyway, "Not me, apparently."

Then you remember that he indeed doesn't drink nor need coffee to function, "Not you, apparently," you correct your earlier remark.

Chan carefully lowers himself on top of you and hastily kisses you, both of your teeth almost colliding.

"Thought I was still dreaming when I woke up next to you," he says, coming with another sentimental remark that evokes something deep within you.

You decide to push it further down and keep it there by saying, "Ugh. It's too early for that," you groan.

Chan weakly chuckles with his head nestled in your neck and just like the universe knows you need the distraction, the knocking comes on the door and it must be the breakfast.

You gently pat his head and say, "Now, go get my coffee!"

The morning continues with a quiet breakfast, it's obvious the reason why, the two of you burnt so many calories last night and need a reload.

Then there's the shower and you strongly refuse to share with him or else, it'll take much time. But Chan has an even stronger will and joins you anyway.

This is another reason why sex with him feels exceptional, the two of you are the same insatiable creatures.

The two of you dressed in silence and at times, catch him watching you, instead of feeling shy, you give him a proper show, bending down and wriggling your ass as you put your underwear on.

Chan enjoys every bit of it, he grins and bites his lips, tempted to come up at you, and goes at it again, but sadly, time is running out.

It's here, this is where it's going to end and you never know when you'll see him again, and that's even if you're still able to. You can only hope that he doesn't see how much you want him to stay.

"This is it then," you say, standing right in front of him in the foyer.

He takes your hand, loosely lacing his fingers with yours, "Can I still text you?"

"Sure," you answer.

"How about phone calls?"

"Booty calls only," you jokingly say.

He smiles and takes a step closer to you, you can almost see every moment the two of you shared last night flashes in his eyes, and it's achingly beautiful.

"Can I kiss you before you leave?"

You plan to make the goodbye as brief and as painless as possible but you don't want to risk losing the opportunity to make it a not-so-sad ending. But if you have to be honest, you simply want to kiss him.

"Okay," you agree with a nod.

You put your arms around his shoulders and let your body molds into him as he holds you close, you tilt your head up and close your eyes.

The moment your lips make contact, your heart bursts open and there's no way of stopping your feelings flow out of it so you let them be. You let him feel your pain, your yearning, and ultimately, your feelings for him that you try so hard to conceal, and then slowly, you pull away from the kiss before they fight their way out of your heart.

It's possible that Chan feels it too, that the kiss feels intimate, the kiss feels emotional, and a little close to the heart. He pulls you into a hug that lasts for a long time as if he tries to convey some unspoken messages too.

"No need to send me off," you tell him, not wanting to make it sadder than it already is.

Chan walks you to the door with his hand on the small of your back and then keeps it open for the final goodbye. You stand facing him and say, "Goodb—"

He puts his finger on your lips to stop you from finishing your sentence, "I'll see you when I see you."

That sounds like he indirectly promises you that one day, he'll come and see you again, and surprisingly, it only makes you uneasy.

You put on a smile and try another way to say goodbye, "Have a safe flight, Chris."

As you get into the back of the taxi, you get these familiar feelings and unfortunately, they're not the good kind. You feel like you went through the same thing before, you feel angry, you feel sad, and lost, and you feel this tightness in your chest that makes it hard to breathe. Then it hits you that it feels exactly like that day he broke up with you, this is the feeling of heartbreak.

In the end, you got your physical needs at the price of having to face your feelings and it all comes down to one conclusion: seeing him was a bad idea.

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ONE MONTH LATER

It's like you're trapped in an endless loop, it's the weekend and you're lying on your bed, horny and bored.

Your phone is blaring with notifications and messages, you check and skim through them, they're from your friends or some other miscellaneous, you couldn't care less.

In other words, they're not the notifications you've been anticipating.

Chan has been diligently contacting you, sometimes he texted and when he's not, he calls you late at night because apparently, he's always busy during the day. The point is he always contact you by any means of communication.

However, for these past few days, it's been total radio silence. He's not even looking at the pictures you specifically posted to thirst-trap him. If only he knows how much time and energy you've spent just to get a single flattering shot of yourself. Ugh!

As you're about to spiral down, your phone dings and you consider ignoring it to spare you from getting disappointed all over again.

After a moment though, you cave in. You unlock your phone and get greeted by the very notification you've been dying to get.

What you doin'?

Busy running around in my head? He wrote a corny message and added a crying laughing emoji.

A week of no contact and that's the first thing he said? You scoff in disbelief and just stare at the messages, you've learned to make him wait for your reply and use the time to think of witty, flirty answers to his messages.

Am I running with clothes on or naked? You playfully ask back, giggling as you type it.

I think you know the answer. He wrote back with a winking emoji.

Let's hope I don't catch a cold then. You jokingly write in response.

You should stop cause it does things to me.

One minute he's corny, one minute he's cute, and the rest of the time? Hot, confident, and flirty, and you eat those shit up.

Things like what? You reply.

Like this. He wrote along with a picture.

Intrigued, you hurriedly click open the attachment and it's a picture he took of him in the mirror, wearing nothing but his white underwear. Your eyes feast on his glorious Greek God body, his sculpted abs and broad shoulders, and eventually your eyes flick down to the bulge inside his underwear.

In all honestly, it's the first thing that catches your eye because it's so fucking big and the underwear does nothing but enhance the shape and the size.

All of a sudden, you feel thirsty, literally and figuratively, and Chan knows how to make you keep swallowing air by sending you another picture.

The picture is of the same setting but in a rather different position, he's sitting on a chair, slightly slumped with his legs spread wide open and his hand holding his bulge.

Wish it was your hand.

Did he take a class on how to take good thirst traps and nudes? Because damn! Two pictures are enough to make you feel like an animal in heat.

Can I have it in my mouth instead?

Want to have you in my mouth.

Being straightforward mixed with the drooling emoji always works but what really does it is the one magic word: Please?

A minute later, there's no reply from him but your phone rings, he's calling you and you scramble to sit on the bed. You take a deep breath first before hitting the accept call button.

"Hello?"

"Gosh, I want you so much," He suddenly says, no greetings or small talk first. He goes straight to what he wants and you kind of dig that.

You giggle into the phone and playfully ask, "How much?"

"So fucking much," he emphasizes every word and lets out a heavy sigh after.

"Come and maybe I'll give it to you," you seductively say while playing with the lint on your denim shorts, "Maybe."

He chuckles and then jokingly says, "I'm on my way."

"Don't make me wait long," you play along with him but secretly wish that it's true.

You hear rustles from his end of the phone call and think he's probably calling you while lying on his bed but then, you hear the sound of bustling streets and car horns and—

"You're not really on the way, right?" You nervously ask, twisting the loose thread around your index finger.

"I told you, I'm coming," he coyly says.

Your heart skips a beat but he could be anywhere, he could be driving to work or you know, in a taxi in... Australia. Right?

"Chris..." you meekly call him.

"Yes?"

"Are you in the city?" You ask to confirm his location.

"Suprise!" He exclaims followed by a series of giggles.

Yes, you secretly wish that he was coming, but not now but not now and maybe, not ever because the last time you saw each other, things didn't end well for you.

So seeing him tonight is a bad idea, right?

"Why didn't you—" You don't know how to word it without sounding like you're not grateful for his surprise.

"I want to see you," he says, cutting through your silence, "Do you want to see me too?"

What should you do? You don't want him to come but at the same time, you want him to come. Oh, God, this is so confusing!

You want to lie so badly but your heart won't let you, "I want to see you," you openly admit.

"I'm coming so wait for me, yeah?" He softly mutters.

"Okay," you weakly reply.

"I'll see you in a bit," he says with a smile that you can hear through the phone.

"See you."

The second you hang up the call, you start pacing back and forth in your room. He'll be here anytime soon and it'll be just like that night all over again.

You almost jump when the knock comes on the door and you slowly walk to the door, just standing there with your hand on the knob, debating if you should ignore him and pretend you're not home.

The knocks come again and reflexively, you turn the knob and pull the door open.

There he is in a white shirt and blue jeans, the simplest way of dressing yet somehow, it looks incredibly stunning on him.

"Hi," he says with a sweet grin on his face.

His hair is slightly tousled, he smells incredible and those dimples have the power to make you soften around him almost immediately, they're your kryptonite.

"Hi," you say back, lingering by the doorway.

"Brought you wine," he says, showing the bottle of red wine in his hand.

You tilt your head to the side and fight the urge to jump at him and climb him like a tree.

"That's so nice of you," you say with a smile.

"Can I come in?" He asks, gesturing his head toward the inside of your apartment.

But it's a bad idea, right?

However, you find yourself nodding and you step aside, "You may come in."

Chan steps inside and you close the door behind you after. The second you turn around, he pushes you to the wall and crashes his lips against yours.

And you know what? Fuck it! It's fine.

-

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[devilish-cherry]

ᨳ♡₊➳ teaching choso how to use a phone hcs

ᨳ♡₊➳ choso x reader

ᨳ♡₊➳ pure crack with fluff

₊⊹. You finally convinced Choso to get a smartphone because, honestly, the idea of your 150-year-old, half-cursed spirit boyfriend wandering the city without a way to contact you was stressing you out. Unfortunately, the first time he activates Siri, he immediately becomes obsessed. He spends the next hour having a full conversation with her, convinced she’s some omniscient, all-knowing woman trapped inside the device.

“Who is this? How does she know the weather?” he asks, genuinely amazed.

You try to explain AI, but he just frowns. “So she’s… not real?”

You confirm, but he doesn’t believe you. He starts saying “please” and “thank you” to her, thinking it’s the polite thing to do, and when Siri responds with “I live to serve,” he turns to you with wide eyes. “She’s loyal. I respect her.”

Later, you catch him whispering to Siri at 2 AM. “Siri, what is rizz?” She gives him a Wikipedia definition, and he nods solemnly, as if she just revealed the meaning of life.

₊⊹. When Choso first opens the front camera it's purely by accident and he jumps because he thinks someone is staring at him.

It takes you ten minutes to explain that it’s his own face.

He looks at the screen, frowning. “Why do I look like that?”

“What do you mean?”

“I thought I looked…better.”

₊⊹. You teach Choso how to properly use the camera app, and he’s instantly hooked. The problem? He has zero concept of angles. Every selfie he sends you looks like it was taken by a dad who just discovered Facebook.

One is a close-up of his forehead. Another is 90% his nose. A few are taken at such an unflattering angle that you physically recoil. You try to guide him, but he insists that “this is my true form.”

The worst part? He never realizes he’s sending them. He just accidentally spams you with the most nightmarish, low-quality images imaginable. One time, he sends you a blurry picture of his eye, and when you ask what it means, he just responds, “I see you.”

You live in fear of opening your notifications.

₊⊹. At first, Choso types like an old man who just discovered the internet. Every message is unnecessarily formal and it takes him fifteen minutes to type a single one. “I hope this message finds you well. I am currently at the grocery store. Do you require anything?” You tell him he doesn’t have to type like he’s drafting a letter in the 1800s, but he doesn’t get it.

₊⊹. You made the grave mistake of teaching Choso how to use Google, and now he types full, grammatically correct sentences into the search bar like it’s a formal letter.

“Dear Google, can you die from drinking too much orange juice? Sincerely, Choso.”

At one point, he panics because he thinks he’s talking to a real person at Google.

“Dear Google, do you sleep? Do you need a break? I worry for you. Sincerely, Choso."

₊⊹. One day, you introduce Choso to the concept of voice messages because he struggles with typing. He loves it. But because his voice is naturally deep and monotone, everything he sends sounds like a mafia boss delivering an ultimatum.

You: “Hey, what do you want to eat?”

Choso: "Stay put. I will find you.”

You: “Do you need anything from the store?”

Choso: “It is already too late.”

He never means it that way. He’s just bad at tone. One time, he accidentally holds down the record button for three minutes, so all you get is the sound of him breathing heavily while a distant microwave beeps.

Another time, he sends you a 15-second voice memo that is just him sighing deeply followed by:

“…I saw a pigeon today.”

Then he sends another:

“…It was looking at me weird.”

Then another:

“…I don’t trust it.”

That’s it. No context. You’re in the middle of work and have to excuse yourself because you’re laughing too hard.

₊⊹. The first time Choso sends an email, he notices the little “Sent from my iPhone” signature at the bottom. You forget to explain that it’s automatic, so he thinks he has to manually type it out every single time, email or text.

It doesn’t matter what the message is.

“Good morning. Did you sleep well? Sent from my iPhone.”

“Do you want McDonald’s? Sent from my iPhone.”

You don’t have the heart to correct him.

₊⊹. He also discovers autocorrect. One time, he meant to text “Good night.” but autocorrect changed it to “God nut.” You have never known fear like receiving a 2 AM message from him that just says "God nut." with no context.

₊⊹. You introduce Choso to the concept of online shopping, thinking it’ll be harmless. It is not. He immediately becomes addicted to buying the weirdest things. He orders a 200-pack of rubber ducks. He doesn’t even like rubber ducks that much. He just thought it was fun.

₊⊹. Choso has zero understanding of what’s a scam. He clicks on everything. Every pop-up, every link, every “Congratulations! You’ve won a free iPad!” ad. He has installed seven viruses in one week. He sends you a link: “Look! This website is selling a brand-new TV for only $5!” You tell him it’s a scam. He doesn’t believe you. “No, see, it says ‘totally real, not a scam’ in the description.”

At one point, he proudly tells you he got a message saying he won $1,000,000, and all he has to do is send them his bank details.

“Choso, no.”

“But they said—”

“Choso, please block them.”

“But what if—”

“Block them.”

He sulks like a kicked puppy and mutters about how it seemed like a good opportunity.

₊⊹. Choso doesn’t trust “the ghost box” (your Bluetooth speaker). The first time you paired it to your own phone, the automated voice said, “Connected.” Choso froze. Looked you dead in the eye.

“Who was that. WHO WAS THAT."

₊⊹. The first time Choso accidentally took a screenshot, he thought he broke the phone.

He ran to you, panicked and waving his phone around.

“I don’t know what I did, but the screen—it remembers.”

You explain that it’s just a screenshot and show him how to do it on purpose. Now, he takes screenshots of everything like an old man who doesn’t trust the internet.

“What if they delete this? I need to keep evidence.” (It’s just a recipe for banana bread.)

₊⊹. One time, he accidentally took a picture of your face mid-sneeze and he decided to set it as his lock screen. Now, every time he unlocks his phone, he sees your cursed sneeze face.

He refuses to change it. He says it’s sentimental.

“It reminds me of your strength.”

₊⊹. Choso does not understand emojis. At all. You try to explain their meanings, but he insists on using them his own way.

Example: He once texted you, “Thinking about you. ❤️🛐🔥🔪🐍🚬”

You immediately call him, asking if this is a threat. He is confused. “What? No. The heart means I like you. The prayer hands mean I respect you. The fire means you’re attractive. The knife means I’d protect you. The snake means you’re clever. The cigarette means you’re cool.”

₊⊹. Despite all of this, Choso is genuinely trying. He wants to learn because he likes talking to you, his brother, and staying connected. He still struggles, but he remembers what you teach him. He still sends weird messages, but they’re sweet and he means well. And when he finally figures out FaceTime, he lights up.

“Now I can see you anytime,” he says softly. “That’s nice.”

That alone makes it all worth it.

[reveryfics]

Hey, could i request eddie Brock & venom x male reader where venom is absolutely infatuated with the reader and practically forces eddie to talk to him. They do websites end up together and when venom is revealed the reader accepts venom. Venom is like a cat that only really let's the reader pet him, there's eddie too but the reader has a special place

Symbiotic Obsession

Pairings: Eddie Brock & Venom x Male reader

Summary: Eddie gets your name from Anne when he expresses his frustration with a recent article trying to expose a rising corporation. He was told you a keen eye for design and was hoping you could fix up a few scandalous pictures, what he wasn't expecting was Venom to be so gun-ho about you.

A/n: I'm hoping I understood what you meant by "They do websites" but if not let me know and I can rewrite it! Again thank you all for the support and recent requests, I do have a lot to go through so bare with me.

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The flickering neon sign of "The Salty Dog" cast an eerie glow on Eddie Brock's face as he downed the last of his beer. Frustration gnawed at him, a bitter taste in his mouth. "I'm at a loss, Anne," he grumbled, the words thick with the weight of his predicament. "Without those pictures, I ain't got anything on them."

Anne, ever the confidante, listened patiently, her chin resting on her hand. "I might know someone who can help," she offered, rummaging through her purse. A sleek black and silver business card emerged, bearing a number and the title "Web Designer."

Eddie raised an eyebrow, skepticism evident. "How is a web designer supposed to help with blurry photos?"

Anne chuckled. "He's more than just a web designer, Eddie. He's a whiz with image manipulation. Give him a call."

Eddie, however, remained unconvinced. Days turned into weeks, and the business card lay forgotten in his wallet. Venom, the symbiote bound to him, grew increasingly impatient. "C'mon, Eddie," he hissed, his voice echoing in Eddie's mind. "Act like a grown-up and just call the guy!"

Finally, after a barrage of Venom's incessant nagging, Eddie relented. He dialed the number on the card, his finger hovering over the hang-up button. The phone rang a few times before a tired voice answered. "Can I help you?"

Eddie, feeling a surge of unexpected nervousness, stammered, "My name's Eddie Brock. I got your number from Anne. I... I need your help with some photos for an article."

There was a brief silence followed by the rustling of papers and the rhythmic clacking of keys. "Send them over," came the voice, a hint of weariness in his tone. "I'll see what I can do."

Eddie hesitated, then, with a resigned sigh, sent the blurry images to the email address on the card.

The silence that followed was punctuated by the distant clatter of keys and occasional hums from the other end of the line. "I should be able to clean these up," hel said finally. "Meet me at the address I just sent you in a few days."

Before Eddie could respond, the line went dead. A text message popped up on his phone: "See, Eddie? That wasn't so hard!" Venom crowed, a distinct note of mockery in his voice. Eddie rolled his eyes, but a flicker of anticipation stirred within him.

A few days later, Eddie found himself at a dimly lit bar, his gaze scanning the room for the male. He spotted him in a corner booth, nursing a lukewarm beer and looking lost in thought. Approaching him, Eddie offered a friendly smile. "Uh hey.”

Startled, he looked up. "Eddie Brock, right? Anne mentioned you."

They exchanged pleasantries, the conversation flowing easily. Hel, to Eddie's surprise, was surprisingly insightful and witty. As he handed him a USB drive containing the enhanced photos, Eddie felt a strange pull towards the man, a sense of intrigue he couldn't quite explain.

"How can I repay you?" Eddie asked, feeling a pang of guilt.

He shrugged, taking another sip of his beer. "No need. Consider it a favor for Anne."

Venom, however, had other ideas. "How about we… I take you to dinner?" Eddie's voice, laced with Venom's eagerness, came out in a jarringly loud whisper.

He raised an eyebrow, a slow smile spreading across his face. "Sounds like a date."

Venom, ecstatic, practically vibrated with excitement. The date, to Eddie's chagrin, was more Venom's than his own. Venom dominated the conversation, his voice a playful, sometimes mischievous counterpoint to Eddie's more reserved demeanor.

Despite his initial reservations, Eddie found himself drawn to the male. Their subsequent dates were a strange mix of awkward silences, witty banter, and Venom's surprisingly insightful – and often inappropriate – commentary.

Months passed. Eddie, to his own astonishment, found himself falling for him. He confessed his feelings one quiet evening, his heart pounding in his chest.

"I... I have this… parasite," Eddie stammered, the words catching in his throat.

He, ever the enigma, simply leaned back against the couch, a curious glint in his eyes. "Parasite?"

The silence that followed was thick with anticipation. Then, with a dramatic flourish, Venom erupted from Eddie's back, his form shimmering with an eerie light. "I'm not a parasite!" Venom declared, his voice booming. "Take it back!"

Instead of recoiling in fear, he simply stared at Venom, a slow smile spreading across his face. "That's… fucking awesome."

Venom, taken aback by his reaction, grinned. "Yes, we are very awesome!" he declared, curling around the male like a protective shield.

The rest of the evening was a whirlwind of introductions and awkward silences. Eddie, watching Venom nuzzle into their boyfriend's lap like a contented cat, felt a warmth spread through him. He never thought Venom's obsessive behavior would lead to this – a genuine connection, a shared life with another being.

He and Venom had a boyfriend, and despite the initial chaos, it was a life he wouldn't trade for the world.

[slaytheusurper]

⭑ Delicious depravity ⭑

Ewanverse masterlist

A/N: I need serious help

Request: No

Pairing: Solo!Michael Gavy x Reader (only readers pic)

Warnings: NSFW, Michael is horny asf, pervy Michael, Michael discovers insane fleshlight, jerking off to readers bikini pic, more modern setting (Instagram exists)

Summary: Michael tests out his first fleshlight when coming across your new Instagram post ;)

Word count: 1.4k

Taglist: @venmondiese , @sylasthegrim (for my pookies)

Michael closed the door behind him in his dorm, after a long day of classes he just wanted to enjoy some alone time. Not that he had many friends to tire him but the amount of people he had to deal with everyday made his social battery drained nonetheless.

He set down his bag on his desk, opened it and pulled out his phone. Wondering if he should try sending Oliver a message again about hanging out tonight, he thought against it. It was a week ago that Oliver dumped him for Felix Catton and his heart hurt at the memory.

So instead he would settle for a night in, he threw his android phone on his small single bed and unlaced his shoes. He switched his khaki pants and short sleeved blouse for some comfortable grey joggers and his favourite t-shirt. 

Michael got settled on his bed, it was far too early to get settled under the covers so he grabbed his phone and mindlessly scrolled through his emails. Until he got a notification. His heart skipped a beat when he saw it was from Instagram, you had posted a new picture.

He clicked on the notification and Instagram opened, instantly switching to your profile. His breathing became heavy once your bikini clad body filled his screen. Fuck you looked amazing, the bikini barely covering your tits and cunt. 

He obviously knew of your little trip to Italy, the beach and bright sky behind you in the photo but he cared little for that. His cock started to swell in his joggers, the outline of it becoming very clear through the fabric. 

Michael felt like a fucking pervert when his free hand moved to massage himself through his pants but he couldn’t help it, he got so turned on by your revealing bikini. He gave up on restraining himself and lowered his sweatpants.

Pulling down his boxers as well so he could free his aching dick. He zoomed in on your barely covered tits with one hand, his other now starting to tenderly tug on his uncut member. Soft whines already left his lips, hand moving faster as he pleasured himself to your picture.

But tonight it wasn’t enough, your photo left him horny and pulsing with desire but his hand didn’t do it for him tonight. Then he remembered his purchase from a week ago, Michael got so pent up one night, his hand couldn’t make him cum so he went on the internet and bought a fleshlight.

It arrived two days ago but he hadn’t dared touch it, shoving it in the bottom drawer of his nightstand and ignoring it. The embarrassment from such a purchase was too much for him but he was too scared to send it back as well. But now, he needed release.

He put down his phone next to him and released his cock. Bending over the side of his bed to open that cursed bottom drawer. The box of it looked daunting but he grabbed it anyway, his face flushed red with shame of what he was about to do.

With a sigh and trembling hands, he opened the box. He didn’t expect the fleshlight to be wrapped in protective plastic but he undid it all the same. Next to it was a bottle of lube, he fetched that out of the box as well before throwing the box next to the bed.

He moved his glasses up his nose and inspected the erotic toy, he forgot about the fact that the toy had a turn on button. When he pressed it, the inside of it started to automatically clench and move up and down. His heart sped up and he was glad the toy wasn’t loud.

Even though he had a single dorm he didn’t want his neighbours to hear any of the depravity that was about to happen. Glancing over at the screen of his phone again, his cock ached and he opened the bottle of lube. 

Unsure if he had to lube up his own member or the toy he opted for his cock and squirted a good amount on his hands. He wouldn’t be Michael if he didn’t check the instructions of the lube and read that it was best to warm it up in his hands first. 

When he warmed up the lube enough he massaged his length with it, making sure there was enough before wiping the remains of the lube on his hands off on his bed sheet, he would wash it later. 

With his phone and the picture of you in his left hand and the fleshlight in his right, he moved the opening of it to his already weeping head. He groaned as the toys' tight walls enveloped his head, already he was feeling sensitive and wasn’t sure if he would last long.

He stared at the picture of you and pressed the button on the toy, immediately a way too loud moan left his lips with the way the toy perfectly squeezed and jerked his cock. Breath stuck in his throat and arse cheeks clenched, the toy fucked his pulsing dick way too good.

Never had he felt such a sensation in his life, having never even kissed a girl, let alone fuck a girl, he was gripping the fleshlight for dear life. Whimpers and groans filled the room as well as the squelching of the toy around his shaft.

“F-fuck! Fuck baby! F-feels so f-fucking goodddd-” Michael gasped. If this was the lowest setting, how fast could this thing go? The way the fleshlight now pulsated, clenched and fucked the skin over his head had Michael drooling. 

He looked at your picture and couldn’t help but imagine you were riding him right now. He imagined what your own moans and pleas would sound like as you fucked him. Please Michael your cock feels so good- Please daddy!

In his lust clouded haze he pressed the power button again, making it go faster but never did he imagine the toy would start vibrating as well. He cried out as the fleshlight jerked him faster, the vibrations feeling delicious on his tip. 

He could feel the precum oozing from his head, his thighs were shaking as he moaned and gasped. Michael was sure he saw god with the way this toy was pulling the life from him. “Please baby! Fuck! Ride me just like that!” Michael cried out, he was so fucking close. 

Pressing the power button again, desperate for release, the toy now started twisting as well. The vibrations got more powerful and it went up and down faster too. Michael couldn’t take it anymore, actual tears rolled down his cheeks and he started fucking up into the fleshlight.

Drool drizzled out of his mouth and he cried out for more. When the toy clenched around him again, he screamed. His cock shot ropes and ropes of cum, shooting it far into the toy which was still vibrating, pulsating and fucking him all the same.

His screams turned into sobs as he let the fleshlight fuck him longer, the sensitivity was almost too much to bear but he couldn’t stop. His cock didn’t even soften and for a moment he wondered what would happen if he pressed the button again. 

And so with wet cheeks, a drooled under chin, crooked glasses and pupils blown out with lust, he pressed it again. The toy pulled a scream from him once more as it vibrated extremely strong, the clenching of it now in a perfect rhythm and the twisting in a side to side movement.

He only lasted ten more seconds before he filled the toy's tight hole again. Crying as his now empty balls felt so extremely sensitive. His tip almost hurt when he pulled the toy off him and quickly turned it off by holding the power button longer.

Not only was his entire face red and sweaty, his chest was too. His legs were still shaking and his cock was red and overly raw from all the insane pleasure. He was still gasping for air when he noticed an obscene amount of his seed dripping from the toy onto his sheets. 

When he glanced at his phone again, he quickly turned it off with embarrassment. He laid the toy down next to him and tried to gather his senses. His dorm reeked of sex and depravity and it took him a while to come back down to earth.

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back at stanford - jake sim

summary: Jake visits California for Thanksgiving, hoping to reconnect, but he quickly feels like an outsider in your new life. Tensions rise as jealousy and distance threaten your relationship, leading to a painful break and Jake's return to Melbourne. Despite everything, Jake clings to the hope of a future together, unable to let go of the dreams you guys once shared.

note: this is a part 2 to letters from stanford, but could be read alone!

genre: angst

warning(s): none!

word count: 3189

Jake lay sprawled on his bed, the faint hum of the Melbourne cityscape just outside his window. His thumb lazily scrolled through his camera roll, but his mind wasn’t really there. His classes were fine nothing extraordinary. His roommates were loud, his friends were distant, and Melbourne felt smaller every day without you.

He paused on a screenshot, a familiar apartment listingl, the one with the wide kitchen and dusty morning light spilling in through the windows. He had saved it months ago, back when everything still felt possible. He stared at the photo for a long time, the weight of the silence in his room pressing down on him.

He missed you. More than he could put into words. It wasn't just the late-night phone calls or the way your laugh had a way of filling the room. It was the way you fit into his world so perfectly. And now you were across the world, living a life he wasn’t a part of.

His thumb hovered over the "delete" button, like if he deleted it, he could delete the ache in his chest.

Instead, he clicked out of the gallery and opened his browser. Typed in "flights from Melbourne to Los Angeles."

Maybe it was time. Maybe he needed to see you. Even just for a few days.

A few seconds later, he was texting you.

Jake [11:02]: thinking of flying out for thanksgiving. worth it?

You were walking back from class, the California sun streaking gold through the palm trees. Your tote bag was heavy with textbooks, and you were sipping an overpriced smoothie that Ni-Ki swore by. You read Jake’s message and stopped walking.

Your heart did a tiny somersault.

You[11:04]: yes.100%. i miss you so much.

And that was all it took. Twenty minutes later, Jake had a confirmation email sitting in his inbox.

The Melbourne airport smelled like coffee and exhaustion. Jake pulled his hoodie tighter around his head, shoving his hands into his pockets as he stared at the departures screen. He hated the empty feeling that came with airports. It wasn’t the same as when you were with him. It felt colder now, emptier.

His mind wandered back to when you had first left, when he stood in the same terminal, watching you disappear through security with a hollow feeling in his chest. You had promised to call as soon as you landed, but promises didn’t fill the silence. That was a truth he had learned the hard way.

He moved through check-in, grabbed his boarding pass, and shuffled to the security line. The usual sounds of the airport were distant, the buzz of announcements echoing in the background, but everything felt muted. He sighed as he stepped into line. The idea of returning to Los Angeles brought a flicker of hope, but the pit in his stomach refused to go away.

Once through security, he grabbed a seat near the gate, glancing at the board above him. His flight wasn’t for another hour. He leaned back, pulling out his phone. Without thinking, his fingers quickly typed out a message to you.

Jake: miss you. Can’t wait to see you soon.

He hit send, staring at the words for a moment before dropping his head back to the seat. He hated how much he missed you. Every second without you felt like a small eternity, but the idea of seeing you again, the real you, the you he had known so well made it worth it.

The minutes passed in a blur, and he found himself staring at the plane's gate, thinking about everything that had changed since you’d left. He couldn’t quite picture how you had adapted to this new life of yours, your friends, your classes, your new routines. He wondered if there was a version of you now that no longer needed him, that didn’t even remember what it was like before California had become your world.

He glanced at his phone again, waiting for your reply, but the thought of how little he knew about your life there made the ache in his chest deepen.

“Jake!”

You spotted him the second he emerged from the arrivals gate, your body breaking into a run. Your heart fluttered as you approached, and when you wrapped your arms around his torso, it felt like all the months apart fell away. He squeezed you back so tightly your feet left the ground.

“You smell like a plane,” you joked, muffled into his hoodie.

He laughed into your hair, his voice warm and familiar. “You smell like sunscreen and… is that coconut?”

“California does something to a girl,” you teased, pulling away and stepping back to look at him, smiling.

Before he could reply, a voice from behind you called out, "Yo! You're the Aussie boyfriend, right?"

You turned to see Ni-Ki grinning, walking over with a spring in his step. His curly hair bounced as he moved, and his wide smile made it clear he was just as excited about the reunion as you.

"That's me," Jake said, raising an eyebrow, clearly unsure of what to expect.

Ni-Ki offered him a fist bump, his energy infectious. “I’m Ni-Ki. Sorry if we’re late. We were just jamming out to ‘Teenage Dream’—you know, the usual.” He shot you a playful look, and you both laughed.

Jake blinked, still processing the introduction. "Uh, yeah. Jake," he said, offering a handshake, trying to keep up with the whirlwind of energy that was Ni-Ki.

You grinned and gestured toward the parking garage. “You’re driving, right?”

Ni-Ki tossed you the keys with a grin. “Actually, I’ve got it. You two relax.”

Ni-Ki slid into the driver’s seat and connected his phone to the aux cord. Soon enough, the car was filled with the unmistakable beat of a Katy Perry hit.

"Teenage dream," Ni-Ki sang along loudly, tapping the steering wheel in rhythm. “You remember this, right?”

You laughed and joined in, belting out the lyrics with him, the familiar song bringing back memories of simpler times. Jake, still adjusting to this new, fast-paced version of your life, sat quietly in the passenger seat, letting the wind whip through the car windows as the palm trees blurred by. He watched, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips, but there was a sinking feeling in his chest. You and Ni-Ki sounded like you had known each other forever. The ease with which you two laughed and sang along felt so natural, like you didn’t even need him.

He couldn’t help but feel like an outsider in this new world of yours.

“Does she always sing like this?” Jake asked, the quiet question directed at Ni-Ki.

Ni-Ki shrugged, unbothered. “Pretty much. She's got a killer voice, doesn’t she?”

You turned to Jake, eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief. “You’ll get used to it,” you said, smiling softly at him.

Jake half-smiled, his gaze returning to the road. "Yeah, I’m sure I will."

Scene: The Awkward Ride

The conversation started out easy enough, with Ni-Ki bringing up a topic he’d been dying to talk about.

“So, Jake, what’s your favorite show? You into, like, superhero stuff?”

Jake glanced at him. “Uh… not really. I don’t watch a lot of TV. Mostly sports or, you know, whatever’s on when I’m not studying.”

Ni-Ki tilted his head, clearly trying to gauge if Jake was joking. “Wait, so you don’t watch, like, any of the big stuff? No Marvel?”

Jake rubbed the back of his neck. “I mean, I’ve seen a few movies here and there, but not really my thing.”

There was an awkward pause. Ni-Ki shifted in the driver’s seat, glancing at you through the rearview mirror.

You quickly stepped in. “Jake's more of a sports guy,” you said, giving him a reassuring smile.

“Oh right, basketball, yeah?” Ni-Ki asked. “How’s the season going? Are you guys winning?”

Jake hesitated. “We’re doing alright. Some tough games coming up, though.”

“You’re on the team at Melbourne, right? The university team?”

“Yeah, that’s the one,” Jake said, his tone polite but distant. He wasn’t used to talking about basketball with someone who didn’t know the team or the sport’s culture.

Another silence settled in, and Ni-Ki finally chuckled softly. “Well, anyway, welcome to LA. Tomorrow’s a pretty chill day—classes, lunch at the quad, study group in the afternoon. You’re welcome to tag along if you want.”

Jake glanced at you, surprised. “Yeah? I mean… if that’s cool with everyone.”

“Of course,” you said quickly. “It’ll be good for you to see what life here’s like.”

Ni-Ki nodded. “Just don’t judge us for drinking way too much iced coffee and complaining about professors all day.”

Jake smiled, a bit more genuinely now. “Sounds like a plan.”

Still, as the music picked back up and conversation drifted between you and Ni-Ki again, Jake sat back in the seat. Watching. Listening. Trying to understand how he fit into this new version of your life.

The dorm room smelled faintly like vanilla and something floral. Jake dropped his duffel bag by the door and scanned the space slowly. It was brighter than he expected, lit by string lights tucked around the ceiling and sunlight pouring through a small window above your desk. The room felt lived-in and warm, with textbooks stacked in organized chaos and throw pillows in soft pastels arranged across the bed.

Then he saw it.

Photos of the two of you: a polaroid at the beach, a blurry selfie from a concert, one of you hugging him at your high school graduation. It was stuck to your mirror with pink washi tape, slightly curled at the corners. Jake stepped forward and picked it up gently, his thumb brushing over your face in the picture.

“You kept this,” he said quietly.

You glanced up from where you were kicking off your shoes. “Of course I did.”

He nodded, holding the photo a moment longer before setting it back. “It’s weird seeing you here. I kept imagining this place, but…” he trailed off, eyes flicking across your wall of photos, then to your calendar filled with color-coded classes and post-it notes.

You sat beside him on the edge of the bed, your knee brushing his. “It’s been a lot,” you admitted. “Good, but… intense. The classes are harder than I thought. Everyone’s always going somewhere, doing something. It’s like, if you stop moving, you’ll fall behind.”

Jake nodded slowly. “You seem like you’ve settled in.”

You tilted your head. “Is that a bad thing?”

“No,” he said quickly. “No, it’s just… I don’t know. I guess I thought maybe it’d be harder. That you’d miss home more.”

You glanced down at your hands. “I do. I miss my room, my mom’s cooking, the quiet. I miss you.”

He looked at you then, really looked. His expression softened. “Melbourne’s not the same without you. I thought I’d adjust faster, but everything just feels off. My roommates are loud, and the city’s busy, but in a different way. It’s colder, lonelier. I’m doing the work, going to practice, but it’s like I’m floating.”

Your eyes searched his. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

He gave a weak shrug. “You seemed like you were doing great. And I didn’t want to make you feel guilty.”

You reached for his hand, lacing your fingers through his. “I never asked for perfect. I just wanted honest.”

He squeezed your hand back, his voice quieter now. “I didn’t want to admit how hard it was without you. Everything I looked forward to back home was with you. And now I’m waking up on the other side of the world, and nothing feels familiar.”

You leaned your head on his shoulder. “I get it. I feel like I’m living two lives. One here, one back there… with you. And sometimes, I don’t know how to hold onto both.”

Jake nodded slowly, resting his cheek against your hair. “At least for now, we’re in the same place.”

“Yeah,” you whispered. “We are.”

The silence that followed wasn’t empty. It was full of unspoken words, shared longing, and the comfort of just being close again.

For a moment, you both just breathed.

The next day, you gave Jake the grand tour. Or, at least, your version of it.

You started with the famous steps where students lounged between classes, headphones in, textbooks open, sunglasses catching the sun. Jake walked a half-step behind you, looking around like he was still waiting for something to feel familiar.

You pointed out the little things. The dorm building where your RA once burned popcorn and set off the fire alarm at two in the morning. The shady courtyard where you liked to read after your Tuesday classes. The fountain someone had once filled with bubbles after finals week.

You reached the library just as the bells started chiming. Inside, it smelled like worn leather and ambition. You ran your fingers along the shelves, telling Jake about your favorite hidden table near the back where you studied before your first midterm. He smiled politely, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. He looked around the space like it wasn’t built for him.

At the coffee cart by the engineering building, the barista saw you and started your usual order without a word.

"Vanilla oat milk today, right?"

You grinned. "As always."

Jake shifted his weight and looked at the menu, though you knew he wasn’t really reading it.

"You come here a lot?" he asked.

"Pretty much every morning. It’s kind of my thing now."

He nodded and took the drink you ordered for him, but barely sipped it.

As you walked through the main quad, the sun lit everything gold. There was a guy passing out flyers in a dinosaur onesie. A girl practiced violin under an archway, and the sound floated like something out of a movie.

Then someone shouted your name.

"Yo! You coming to study group later?" a guy in a Stanford hoodie called across the lawn.

"Yeah! Save me a seat," you called back.

Jake raised an eyebrow. "Friend?"

"Just from psych. We’ve got a midterm next week," you said. You tried to sound casual, but the words felt stiff.

Later, you brought Jake up to your dorm’s rooftop lounge. The twinkle lights were on already, even though it wasn’t quite dark. You told him you liked to come up here to think. The view stretched out to the hills, and if the sky was clear, you could even see the ocean in the distance.

Some of your floormates were already there. You introduced Jake, and they smiled, friendly enough. But the conversations drifted on without him. They asked him where he went to school, if he’d been to California before, and if he missed home. Jake answered each one carefully, but after a while, he fell quiet. You could feel the way he pulled back, even as you reached for his hand under the table. His fingers stayed still.

That night, Ni-Ki texted about a quick trip to Malibu. You had already invited Jake, and he said yes without hesitation. Still, you noticed the way he leaned his head against the car window, eyes distant, as you and Ni-Ki argued over which beach had the better sand. You tossed fries at each other, laughing when they bounced off your shirts. You took blurry selfies, some with the boardwalk lights glowing behind you.

Jake trailed behind as you walked along the sand. He took a few photos of the ocean and one or two of you, but mostly, he watched. You were barefoot, hair tangled from the wind, smiling so easily. When Ni-Ki wrapped an arm around your shoulder for a picture, you didn’t move away. Jake saw how your shoulders leaned in, how natural it all looked.

He didn’t say anything until later.

"You didn’t answer my call last week," he said, standing by your desk while you folded laundry.

You stopped, holding a pair of socks in your hand. "I had class. And I texted you after."

Jake looked away. "And Ni-Ki was probably there too, right?"

You turned, defensive. "What’s that supposed to mean?"

"I don’t know. You talk about him a lot. He’s always around. He knows your coffee order."

You laughed, but there was no humor in it. "Are you jealous?"

"I’m not jealous," Jake muttered. He ran a hand through his hair and sighed. "I just don’t know where I fit in anymore."

You swallowed. "You’re the one who told me to come here. You told me to go after it."

"I know," he said. "And I meant it. But I didn’t think it would feel like this."

"Like what?"

"Like I’m watching you move on without me."

Your throat tightened. "Do you want me to stop making friends? To stop enjoying things just because you’re not here?"

"No. I don’t want that."

"Then what do you want, Jake?"

He didn’t answer right away. The room buzzed with the silence.

Finally, you spoke. "Maybe we need a break."

The words came out soft, but they hit hard.

Jake looked like you had just slapped him. "Maybe we do."

He flew back to Melbourne the next morning.

You drove him to the airport, the ride quiet except for the soft hum of the radio. Neither of you wanted to talk about it, but it hung between you, pressing down on the space inside the car. When you reached the curb, he leaned in to hug you, and you let him. Your hands stayed clutched to the steering wheel long after he walked away.

You didn’t talk for days after that.

At school, life moved forward whether you wanted it to or not. You went to class. You sat through study group and wrote notes in the margins of your psych textbook, even when your mind wandered. You walked the campus with Ni-Ki, who didn’t ask questions but made sure to carry your coffee when your hands were full. You watched your roommate get ready for another dinner date, laughing as she changed her outfit three times before settling.

At night, you stared at your phone, your lockscreen still a photo of you and Jake at the lake. You didn’t have the heart to change it. Not yet.

Across the world, Jake sat in his bedroom in Melbourne. The sun was rising when he opened his laptop, eyes still heavy from sleep. The apartment listing was still there, the one you both had saved last summer. You said it would be your place someday, when the timing worked and the distance didn’t feel so impossible.

His finger hovered over the delete button.

He thought about how it felt to walk through Stanford with you, like he was on the outside of something you had already built. He thought about your laughter with your friends, the way you folded into that world like you had always belonged.

He didn’t delete the listing.

Because despite everything, he still hoped. And maybe, just maybe, you hadn’t let go either.

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The Cosmas Chapter 12

Over the next week, Nora and Linnie haven’t spoken to each other much since their meeting at the Fairy Academy. Linnie and Gonzo had been gracious enough to let her gather her things, but afterwards, was told she was never welcome back, even after the child was born, not that Nora cared. As she waited to hear back more on Mary’s stay at the hospital, Nora found herself mostly in her room, lazily scrolling through her computer.

After checking her email and ignoring the graduation party invite she was sent, Nora found herself scrolling through Fairybook in hopes that somebody, at least one other person, had it worse that she did. Her efforts remained fruitless however, as she was flooded with photos of prom dates, college acceptance letters, and even a couple of engagement rings on boys’ fingers. And what did Nora have to show for her years in high school? Five failed AP exams and a baby on the way…with a man she barely even liked…great.

As she continued scrolling, her eyebrows arched as she came across Arthur’s facebook page, her heart stabbing her as she noticed he had changed his profile picture to him and Willow at prom. Willow looked absolutely gorgeous with her caramel, slim body and her long, flowy, swirled pastel pink hair, which complimented the short, pearly white dress and heels she wore. Nora felt her blood boil as she noticed Arthur’s head gently rested on Willow’s shoulder, as she used her free arm to caress his pale cheek.

That should’ve been me, Nora thought angrily as she opened the comments, hoping for a least a troll or two. Instead, all she found were some of her old high school classmates telling them what a cute couple they made and how they thought they should’ve run for prom king and queen. A cheater for a prom king? Give me a fucking break.

Maybe it was the beers she had stolen from the fridge talking, or maybe it was a sign of pure fury, but after scrolling through the last of the comments, Nora closed the post and scrolled all the way to the top of the page, clicking on the message button next to the send friend request.

So…you changed your profile picture…

Nora? I hadn’t heard from you in a bit…are you doing ok?

Way to change the conversation..you care to tell me about your profile pic?

I mean…I don’t really have anything to explain to you…We’re not together anymore.

Yea, because of you, dipshit. Did you forget YOU were the one who cheated on ME?

I know…and it was a really shitty thing of me to do. I’m sorry Nora…I should’ve been upfront with you instead of going behind your back.

Yea no shit. You’ve got another thing coming if you think I’m going to forgive you that easily.

I don’t expect you to forgive me, Nora. Like I said, what I did sucks and there’s no excuse for it. But Willow makes me feel a way that I haven’t with you. I…I’ve been thinking very hard on this and it’s too early but…I want to start a family with her..in the future of course. 

Oh….

I thought you and Linnie were going out?

What gave you that impression?

Well, I just saw you and Linnie spending time together before the last few days of school. I assumed you moved on.

I wish it were that easy. For your information, Linnie hates me now.

Oh really? Why?

Let’s just say he cares a hell of a lot about his family’s opinion. Man can’t think for himself to save his life.

Well, I’m sorry to hear Nora. I wish you the best.

Before Nora could respond, she suddenly received a notification that said that Arthur had blocked him. Closing her laptop, she lied her head down, knocking over the beer can off her desk and onto the floor. She thought back to everything; the pink underwear she saw the last night she was with Arthur, the night she dragged Linnie to the bar, not to mention how both Linnie’s and her own family treated her? What did she do to deserve this? She was a good person, wasn’t she? Was she not loveable? What else could possibly go wrong?

All of the sudden, she felt her phone vibrate in her pocket. Hoping it was Linnie ready to apologize or Arthur telling her he had changed his mind, Nora picked it up swiftly, only to find the Called ID as Hospital.

“What?”

“Hi, is this Nora Cosma?”

“Obviously. What do you want? I’m really busy right now.”

“I-I’m so sorry ma’am, but I’m calling because I have an update on your mother, Mary.”, the nurse said solemnly, “I’m afraid, she doesn’t have too much longer left.”

“What do you mean?”

“We tried all we could but I’m afraid all the alcohol has caused too much damage to her brain and body. She’s…basically a vegetable.”

“So, what does that mean?”

“I’m advising you to come by and give your final goodbyes before we put her off life support.”

Nora felt her stomach flatline as she heard the last sentence, pondering what she was going to do next. A part of her felt guilty for abandoning her mother, despite knowing about her massive drinking problems, but another part of her..almost wanted to celebrate. She thought about all the smashed bottles of whiskey spilled all over the floor and the numerous pieces of glass that cut her skin. All the belt lashes she received after brining home detention slips and bad report cards slivered into her mind as well as she thought about whether or not to see Mary. The only remotely positive thing she could think of her mother doing for her was giving birth, and even then, she technically didn’t do that. Her father was the one who did pretty much all the work. 

“That’s not what I mean.”, Nora continued, “I mean, what does that mean for me? I’ve just barely gotten out of high school. What am I supposed to do?”

“I’m really not at liberty to discuss that with you. Do you have any relatives? Maybe your father can help?”

“Nope. He passed already.”

“Oh well..I’m so sorry.”, the nurse said sadly, “So, I’m assuming you don’t want to say goodbye?”

“Hell no. She’s never done shit for me. Why should I?”

“W-Well, it’s your choice. I’m sorry for making you uncomfortable.”, the nurse continued, “Well, whenever you are ready, we do actually need you to come up here and at least fill out some paperwork? We’ll also give you a copy of her death certificate so you can figure out your options from here.”

“Ok…Can I bring a friend?”

“Of course. I know this must be difficult for you. Listen, we’re going to give it another day or so incase you change your mind, or incase she makes any miraculous recovery which, I highly doubt. We’ll call you again right before we pull the plug just in case you want to see her.”

“I highly doubt it but…thanks I guess. You’ve been the only person that’s been even remotely nice to me lately.”

“I’m really sorry. Well, have a good night Nora.”

As she hung up, she felt her hands shake as her phone fell on the floor. It was official….she lost everything. 

Even if she and her mother had always been at odds since her father’s passing, a part of Nora wanted to believe that there was still a slight chance at redemption. That maybe her mother would get the stick out of her ass and apologize for being such a shitty mother. But now, Nora didn’t even have that. 

The more she thought about it, the more Nora began to think more about the big picture. Obviously she had lost her mother, but what else does she lose in the process? Obviously she would have to plan a funeral, so would that mean that the funeral home would sell Mary’s assets? If that happened, Nora had absolutely nowhere to go. Obviously, Linnie’s wasn’t an option thanks to his bitch sister.  Not to mention, Linnie would probably wring her pockets dry trying to buy shit for the baby.  After sulking for a few moments, Nora got up and headed towards the fridge, digging out the leftover whiskey that was sitting towards the bottom. It’s not like she’s gonna drink this anyways. Wonder how much I gotta drink to forget…

[asficdiary]

AutumDR3 || Daniel Riccardo || Chapter Five

I close the door behind me and frown. I forgot what a mess this place was. There's clothes, take out boxes, make up products, bottles of half drank water, empty bottles of wine and beers, Blankets, an pillows scattered everywhere. Me and D had a going away party during the weekend. It's Monday again and I had to work today. It's probably about six in the evening.  I walk over to my room that's just as messy. I change out of the black pants and white button up that's mandatory for Monday's at the store. I put on a pair of black sweat pants and a oversized hoodie I've had for years. I connect my phone to the speaker and put on my country mix. 

I start throwing all the trash away and open a pizza box to see it still has a full pizza in. Hell yeah I don't have to cook tonight. I put the pizza in the oven for when I'm ready to eat. I carry on throwing all the trash away. Dancing to the music.  I throw all the blankets in the wash and start sweeping. I end up in my bedroom and change the bedding. I take the blankets out of the washing machine and put them in the tumble drier. Before throwing the bedding I just took off, and some clothes into the washing machine. I grab the mop and get some soapy water and start mopping the whole apartment.  

I throw the now dirty water out into the sink as the clothing machines beep. I take the blankets out and put them in a basket. I move the items from the washing machine to the tumble drier. I quickly wipe the counters and start folding the blankets. My music goes soft for a second and My phone makes a notification sound I'm not used to. I pause what I'm doing and look at the notification.  

New Email from: McLaren F1 Fan Outreach Hey Autumn Night, I am contacting you on behalf of the

The notification cut off. I don't think I've ever opened an email so fast in my life.   

We would love for you to Join us at the Silverstone Grand Prix  from: McLarenF1FanOutreach@Gmail.com Hi Autumn Night! You have been  anonymously chosen to have a full expenses paid trip to the Silverstone grand prix. Including Hotel stay, Paddock Passes and lunches at the F1 cafeteria.  We understand that the Silverstone Grand Prix is super close but would love to have you regardless.  In order to have you with us we need the following: - Your Address (To send you your passes)     - Your full name and a picture  - Your plus one's full name and Picture.

I read the rest of the email and Immediately replied with the things they needed. I disconnect my phone from the speaker and phone D. She picks up just as I'm about to give up.

 DEBS: It's almost ten o'clock what do you want? 

AUTS: How'd you like to go the Silverstone Grand Prix?

DEBS: Please like we'd ever be able to afford that

AUTS: What if I told you that it's all expenses paid?

DEBS: I must be dreaming what are you going on about?

AUTS: I Already sent the screenshot to you

I hear her mumble reading the message to herself

DEBS: Oh My Fucken God

AUTS: Exactly

DEBS: We're going to watch a formula one race live from our favorite teams garage!

AUTS: Who said Your invited?

DEBS: Don't even lie, you know very well I'm coming with. Your dad hates the Silverstone Grand Prix, Your mom doesn't care about Formula One, And While No offense, I'm your only friend.

AUTS:  While I already sent your info through. Not like you would have plans else where.

DEBS: How would you know?

AUTS: While no offense, but I'm your only friend

DEBS: I walked straight into that

AUTS: Yes. Yes you did.

I hear a laugh come through the phone. My phone gets another notification and I look and see its from McLaren again. 

AUTS: They replied already

DEBS: What did they say?

I read the message to D. It's just information about what we can and can't do in the paddock and where to go when we get in. They also said I could expect a package before Thursday. 

DEBS: I can't believe this is our life. 

AUTS: Tell me about it

I hear Debs mom on the other side of the phone

DEBS: Mom needs my help with something. I'll see you tomorrow. Please make sure mom's order is ready for pick up at twelve

AUTS: It's been prioritized don't worry

DEBS: Awesome! Thank you! Love you see you later.

AUTS: Ciao

I hear the phone bleep telling me the call was over and my music started to play again. 

What was this world I had joined and how long can I stay here?

I've scrolled all the way back on her Instagram account that I'm in her teenage years. The first year she got Instagram to be exact. She was Sixteen when her mom first opened her bakery. 

I read the caption. 

"Sixteen Years ago the Amazing person, I'm lucky enough to call mom, had her dream of opening a bakery crushed because along came little me. But today after a year of preparation Her dream came true.  My mom finally got to open the bakery she's dreamt about since she was little. I have never been so proud. So if you are in the Milton Keynes area come check out Fairytale Bakery"

That made me tear up. I sniff before opening a new tab on my computer.  Googling "Fairytale Bakery Milton Keynes".  A second later I'm greeted with a page fill of information. It's still open. Monday to Friday from 7am to 5pm and Saturdays from 8am to 1pm. I see they have a website and click the link. I'm greeted with a very cute pastel website. With options to get a quote, get in touch, look at their products, Online order, get something delivered and all their social media's, As well as their address. Autumn must be the one that handles this stuff. 

I sigh and go to place an Online Order.  Wait, you can't just use your real name.  I use a fake name and place an order for collection for Wednesday. Just a pack of chocolate cupcakes. I pay the deposit and close my laptop with a sigh. Why do you do this to yourself Lando?

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AutumnDR3 Master List

[howdoisendmoneyviavenmo]

How Do I Pay Someone on Venmo?

Venmo has revolutionized peer-to-peer payments with its simple, user-friendly platform. Whether you're sending rent to your roommate, paying your share of dinner, or transferring funds between bank accounts, understanding how to transfer money to Venmo is essential in today’s digital age. This comprehensive guide will cover everything from setting up your account to using your Venmo balance for payments.

How to Transfer Money to Venmo

Transferring money to Venmo involves linking your bank account, debit card, or receiving funds from another user. Here’s how to do it step-by-step:

Open the Venmo app on your mobile device.

Tap the “Me” tab (your profile picture) in the bottom right corner.

Select “Manage Balance.”

Tap “Add Money.”

Choose your preferred linked bank account or debit card.

Enter the amount you want to transfer.

Tap “Add”, and the funds will appear in your Venmo balance.

Transfers from bank accounts typically take 3–5 business days. Instant transfers may be available with eligible cards but may incur a 1.75% fee.

How Do You Transfer Money to Venmo?

If you're wondering how do you transfer money to Venmo, the answer lies in understanding the sources of funding Venmo accepts. Users can transfer money to Venmo through:

Bank Transfers (ACH)

Direct Deposits

Receiving money from another user

Depositing a check through Venmo's mobile check capture

Venmo debit card reloads

To transfer money to Venmo manually, link your financial institution in the app's settings and use the “Add Money” feature. To receive money, simply have someone send it to your username or phone number associated with the account.

How to Pay Someone on Venmo

Paying someone on Venmo is straightforward. Follow these steps:

Tap the “Pay or Request” button.

Enter the username, phone number, or email address of the person you wish to pay.

Type the amount you want to send.

Add a note or emoji to explain the transaction.

Select your payment method – Venmo balance, linked bank, or card.

Tap “Pay” to complete the transaction.

This is especially useful for splitting bills, paying freelancers, or sending gifts to friends and family.

How Do I Pay Someone with Venmo?

Still asking how do I pay someone with Venmo? Here’s a deeper dive:

Download the Venmo app if you haven’t already.

Set up your profile and verify your identity.

Ensure your funding source (bank or card) is linked.

Tap the “Pay or Request” icon and input the recipient’s information.

Double-check the recipient’s name and profile picture before confirming.

Confirm the amount and message, then hit “Pay.”

You’ll get a confirmation once the payment has been successfully sent. The recipient will see the money in their Venmo account immediately.

How Do You Pay Someone on Venmo?

If you’re wondering how do you pay someone on Venmo, think of it as digital cash. You need to:

Have sufficient balance or a valid funding source.

Use the correct Venmo username, phone, or email of the recipient.

Confirm the transaction details.

Authorize the payment.

Unlike traditional bank transfers, Venmo payments are often instant and free when using your balance or a bank account.

How to Pay Using Venmo Balance

Once you’ve received money or added funds to your Venmo balance, you can use it for payments. Here's how to pay using Venmo balance:

On the payment screen, enter the recipient and amount.

Below the amount, tap on the funding source.

Select “Venmo Balance” as the payment method.

Complete the payment.

To use your balance, you must complete Venmo’s identity verification process. If this step is skipped, payments will default to your linked bank or card.

How Do I Pay Someone on Venmo?

We’re frequently asked how do I pay someone on Venmo, and it’s important to note:

The recipient must also have a Venmo account.

You can search for them by username, phone, or scan their QR code.

Always review the transaction before sending.

If needed, you can cancel pending requests, but payments are irreversible once sent unless the recipient sends it back.

How Do I Transfer Money to Venmo?

To clarify how do I transfer money to Venmo, you can do this via:

Bank Transfers: Takes a few business days.

Instant Transfers from Cards: Fast, with a fee.

Receiving Payments: Fastest way to have a balance.

Direct Deposit: You can set up direct deposit in Venmo and receive paychecks directly.

Use the “Add Money” feature in the Venmo Wallet to bring funds from your linked bank into your Venmo account. Make sure your bank is verified before initiating the transfer.

How Do You Transfer Money to Venmo?

When wondering how do you transfer money to Venmo, the key is having an active linked bank or card. After setup:

Go to your wallet.

Tap “Add Money.”

Choose amount and source.

Confirm the transfer.

Money can also be transferred from PayPal to Venmo indirectly by moving funds to a common bank and then to Venmo.

Conclusion

Learning how to transfer money to Venmo and mastering features like how to pay someone on Venmo or how to pay using Venmo balancemakes digital payments seamless. Whether you're paying a friend, splitting bills, or managing finances, Venmo offers a fast, efficient, and secure way to move your money.

FAQs

1. Can I use Venmo without a bank account? Yes, if you receive money on Venmo, you can use your Venmo balance for payments or withdraw using a Venmo debit card.

2. How long does it take to transfer money to Venmo? Bank transfers typically take 3-5 business days, while instant transfers are near-instant but come with a small fee.

3. Is there a fee to pay someone on Venmo? Paying with your Venmo balance or bank account is free. Using a credit card incurs a 3% fee.

4. What if I send money to the wrong person? Venmo payments are final. If you send money to the wrong person, you must request it back or contact Venmo support.

5. Can I cancel a payment on Venmo? No, only payment requests can be canceled, not completed payments.

6. How can I withdraw money from Venmo? Transfer funds to your linked bank account or use the Venmo debit card to withdraw from ATMs.

[saintaeryne]

-ˏˋ⋆ ᴡ ᴇ ʟ ᴄ ᴏ ᴍ ᴇ ⋆ˊˎ-

my letterbox is open, and able to receive message. there are many ways you can contact me; from the ask button up on my blog.

or…

the “to aeryne…” letters (click on the words)

my email: saintaeryne@gmail.com

⭑.ᐟ (Saint) Aeryne

⭑.ᐟ twenty, 25th October

⭑.ᐟ scorpio ♏️

—𝘛𝘰 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘴—

・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・ hi there. you can call me Aeryne. This is my little safe space, which is welcome to you as well. You can find advice, musings and writings all penned by me– as well as some curated reblogs from other lovely souls.

i am a dreamer, a fighter, a poet, an angel, a lover. but above all, i am human; and i care. i care sometimes, until my heart wishes to sever itself to save me the pain.

added to the list, i am a learner; i thirst for understanding and comprehension. and through my lives, i’ve learnt a lot. I thought to myself…why keep these thoughts and learnings to myself? And there’s the reason this safe space exists. For me, yes. But for you, too.

last, but not least. i am a listener. i want to share this with you, so ask. ask anything on your mind, share with me the details of things that you’ve been curious about. or trust in me the visage of your deepest hurts. i am here. and i listen.

now, for some affirmations; these are the things i desperately needed to tell myself. but was too mute to say. i entrust these to you.

you are beautiful— not just for your eyes, lips, hair, body. but for your soul. for the fact that you’re still here with me. you are beautiful because you’re a fighter. because you fought through life to survive. you survived. you’re surviving. be proud of being a fighter.

you are powerful— not just for your heart, but your mind. your thoughts and feelings are powerful. your tears are the greatest testimony to how powerful you are, that you’re human. that you are no monster. you are so strong.

you are safe— life is dangerous. it really is. but right now, reading this at this moment? you are safe. and i beg you, saint or sinner, stay strong and keep hope. hope is frail, but it hard to kill.

thank you, for keeping these affirmations safe for me. i appreciate it. i appreciate you. thank you for being here with me today.

༝༚༝༚

Saint Aeryne.

my socials

this blog, of course.

my pinterest or @saintaeryne on Pinterest

my email @saintaeryne

blog rules—

do not send me explicit pictures or video.

be kind. accepting. this is a safe space and i will do everything in my power to keep it that way.

Masterlist of Posts

—How to be comfortable, when you’re alone.

I am open to making friends! If you would like to be mutuals, just ask, my sweet ones.

lastly, thank you to all the girl blogs that inspired me to let my own voice out. i love all of you.

[portyourdoc]

How to Compress Image Online: Simple, Fast, and Effective with PortYourDoc

We all employ pictures today in this era of computerization for one purpose or another—either for official use, posting on social media, or keeping memories. But we are all aware that quality images carry large sizes. These large sizes are annoying to upload, distribute, or save, especially if your phone or email account is of low capacity. Then what do we do? Compress image online so thattheirs size is cut down, load time is fast, and it is easy to share.

If you live in India or anywhere else and need an easy, fast, and efficient way to shrink images online, you're reading this at the right time. PortYourDoc is a wonderful online utility that allows you to reduce your image size without losing quality. Let's see why you should use it and how with just a few simple steps!

Why Should You Compress Images Online?

You might wonder, "Why do I need to compress my images?" The following are some reasons why image compression online can be a time and effort saver:

Faster Loading Times

When you upload large picture files to websites or social media, they can take ages to load. This can lead to a bad user experience, especially when someone is trying to view your content on a slower internet connection. By reducing images, you can reduce the file size and speed up the loading process, leading to enhanced user interaction.

Saves Storage Space

We have all seen how quickly storage space is consumed on devices and in cloud services. Compressing images reduces the space your files take up, which is useful if you work with many high-resolution photos or use a device with limited storage space.

Easier Sharing

Big image files are inconvenient to share. Most email services, for example, limit the size of attachments you can send. Online image compression makes sharing photos with family, friends, or coworkers easier through email, social media, or messaging platforms.

Quality Retention

One of the biggest fears people have about compressing images is that the quality will be lost. With PortYourDoc, this doesn't have to happen! The app compresses your images without losing any detail on the resolution or clarity. Your images will never appear anything less than perfect, even after compression.

Improved Website Performance

If you’re a business owner, website owner, or blogger, image optimization is crucial for your website’s performance. Large images slow down loading speeds, which can hurt your search engine ranking and user experience. Compressing your images will make your website run smoother, keeping visitors happy and improving your SEO performance.

How to Compress Images Online with PortYourDoc

Now that we’ve covered the importance of compressing your images let’s dive into how easy it is to compress images online using PortYourDoc. The process is straightforward and can be completed in just a few simple steps.

Step 1: Upload Your Image

The first step is to upload the image that you want to compress. Whether you’re using a JPG, PNG, or another format, PortYourDoc can handle it. Simply drag and drop your image into the upload area on the website, or you can use the "Upload Document" button to choose a file from your device.

Step 2: Start the Compression Process

After uploading your image, press the "Compress" button to proceed. In mere seconds, the tool will begin compressing the size of your image without compromising on quality. No more waiting for long hours for results—PortYourDoc provides a swift and hassle-free service.

Step 3: Download Your Compressed Image

Once you have compressed, you can save the small image file directly onto your device. The file is now usable, and you won't have to suffer through slow loading and space issues.

Who Can Use Image Compression Online?

You may be wondering, "Is it just for photographers and designers?" The answer is no! Compressing images online is something useful that anyone can use. A few examples of individuals who can put this tool to use include:

Business Owners and Marketers: If you own a business, your website or social media pages must load quickly. Web compression for images allows you to optimize content for more user engagement and faster loads, putting you ahead of the pack.

Students and teachers: When making a presentation or submitting study materials, you can shrink images online so that you can easily email files or upload them to your school website.

Social Media Users: In case you are fond of uploading photos on Instagram, Facebook, or WhatsApp, shrinking images online will allow you to upload quality photos that upload faster and conserve data.

Content Creators: If you are a blogger, influencer, or video content creator, you will likely upload a lot of images to websites. PortYourDoc can compress those images for you so your content will continue to run smoothly without losing any quality.

Photographers:Photographers dealing with high-res pictures will adore how easy it is to compress photos online. This tool ensures that your images remain sharp and clear but are of a dramatically lower file size, which is more shareable and easier to manage.

Why Use PortYourDoc to Compress Images Online

There are numerous image compression software available, but PortYourDoc stands out because of its speed, ease of use, and commitment to quality. Here are some reasons why you should use PortYourDoc for your image compression tasks:

Speed: The software is very fast, so you won't have to wait long for your image to be ready.

Simplicity: The tool requires no technical knowledge to use, and the website's plain interface makes it simple to navigate.

No Loss of Quality:PortYourDoc shrinks your images without distorting the details or becoming blurry, making it suitable for professionals as well as general users.

Free to Use: There is no money that you will have to spend to compress your images using PortYourDoc. It is free to use at any time for anyone.

Conclusion

If you’ve been struggling with large image files, PortYourDoc is here to make your life easier. Whether you’re sharing photos, working on a project, or managing a business, compressing images online with PortYourDoc is the smart, efficient choice. Get started today and see just how fast and easy it is to reduce your image file sizes without losing quality!

Visit PortYourDoc today to resize your photos in seconds and experience a better, faster digital world.

[nekos]

My Grandpa was born in 1922 in a rural area and grew up without electricity or running water as a kid, He rode a horse to school, which was a one-room schoolhouse heated by a coal burning stove (which he blew up with firecrackers once, and at the time that was considered a pretty normal boys-will-be-boys prank instead of the bomb threat it would be seen as today). As a young adult he drove a Ford Model T, which was already really old but it was also cheap and I have friends today who drive cars almost as old as they are. He graduated college shortly after the US became involved in WWII and joined the Navy as soon as he graduated. By this point he was already surrounded by way more technology than he'd had as a kid, and that was before he retired and went to work for NASA, where he had to learn to work with even more brand-new "space age" technology, a very long way from anything he even imagined a few decades earlier. By the time I was born, he and my Grandma had just as much modern (90s) technology in their house as my parents, plus a lot more woodworking power tools that my dad was a bit jealous of, and a slightly newer computer. By then he also wore hearing aids that were a bit too sensitive to high pitched sounds, so he learned to turn off the sound on everything that was capable of beeping, even things like the microwave that weren't meant to be able to be muted and had to be partially taken apart to do so. Even in his 90s, he still had a fancier computer than my family and knew how to use it, although he never really caught on to smartphones, but besides that (which I think was mostly a preference to be able to feel the buttons), he adapted to an entire century of technological development and change, and it's crazy to think that things are changing even faster now and that my life could involve even more change than what he saw in his lifetime.

Like, when I was born it was still common for people to not have an email address or a cell phone, now it's nearly impossible to get by without both of those things. Even by the time I got my first cell phone, it was a flip phone that cost extra to send text messages and only had number buttons that had to be pressed multiple times to type a single letter. It had a camera which took incredibly blurry pictures and could store about 500MB of pictures and music, a significant improvement over my first MP3 player, which had 128MB of storage. This phone has a swipe keyboard so I don't even have to click each individual letter, I just draw a squiggle and the computer in my phone figures it out, sometimes even correctly! I can store 512GB with a G of pictures and music and apps, and it tells me where to go when I'm driving so I don't get lost. Plus it has the entire internet and I can use it to look up anything I want at any time. Smartphones are basically a necessity and there are restaurants where you need a smartphone to even read the menu (not all progress is good). And that's only 10 years since I was using the flip phone! It'll definitely be interesting to see what kind of technology is invented in the next few decades, and what technology will catch on and become important, and what will become obsolete and disappear.

we were the liminal kids. alive before the internet, just long enough we remember when things really were different.

when i work in preschools, the hand signal kids make for phone is a flat palm, their fingers like brackets. i still make the pinky-and-thumb octave stretch when i "pick up" to respond to them.

the symbol to save a file is a floppy disc. the other day while cleaning out my parents' house, i found a collection of over a hundred CDs, my mom's handwriting on each of them. first day of kindergarten. playlist for beach trip '94. i don't have a device that can play any of these anymore - none of my electronics are compatible. there are pieces of my childhood buried under these, and i cannot access them. but they do exist, which feels special.

my siblings and i recently spent hours digitizing our family's photos as a present for my mom's birthday. there's a year where the pictures just. stop. cameras on phones got to be too good. it didn't make sense to keep getting them developed. and there are a quite a few years that are lost to us. when we were younger, mementos were lost to floods. and again, while i was in middle school, google drive wasn't "a thing". somewhere out there, there are lost memories on dead laptops. which is to say - i lost it to the flood twice, kind of.

when i teach undergrad, i always feel kind of slapped-in-the-face. they're over 18, and they don't remember a classroom without laptops. i remember when my school put in the first smartboard, and how it was a huge privilege. i used the word walkman once, and had to explain myself. we are only separated by a decade. it feels like we are separated by so much more than that.

and something about ... being half-in half-out of the world after. it marks you. i don't know why. but "real adults" see us as lost children, even though many of us are old enough to have a mortgage. my little sister grew up with more access to the internet than i did - and she's only got 4 years of difference. i know how to write cursive, and i actually think it's good practice for kids to learn too - it helps their motor development. but i also know they have to be able to touch-type way faster than was ever required from me.

in between, i guess. i still like to hand-write most things, even though typing is way faster and more accessible for me. i still wear a pj shirt from when i was like 18. i don't really understand how to operate my parents' smart tv. the other day when i got seriously injured, i used hey siri to call my brother. but if you asked me - honestly, i prefer calling to texting. a life in anachronisms. in being a little out-of-phase. never quite in synchronicity.

[resellerbazzar]

Step-by-Step Guide: Connecting with Sellers on Reseller Bazzar

Introduction

Reseller Bazzar is India’s premier free advertising platform, designed to connect buyers and sellers across various categories. Whether you are searching for electronics, real estate, automobiles, services, or business opportunities, Reseller Bazzar makes it easy to connect with reliable sellers. This guide will walk you through the process of finding, evaluating, and contacting sellers to ensure a seamless experience.

Step 1: Registering on Reseller Bazzar

Before you can engage with sellers, it’s advisable to create an account on Reseller Bazzar. While browsing listings doesn’t require registration, having an account provides additional benefits such as saving favorite ads, tracking seller interactions, and receiving alerts.

How to Register:

Visit the Reseller Bazzar website.

Click on the Sign Up button.

Enter your details, including name, email, phone number, and password.

Verify your email or phone number through the OTP sent to you.

Once verified, your account is ready to use.

Step 2: Browsing and Searching for Sellers

With thousands of listings available, finding the right seller requires smart searching techniques.

How to Find Sellers:

Use Categories: Reseller Bazzar categorizes listings into different sections like electronics, real estate, vehicles, jobs, and more. Browse the category relevant to your interest.

Keyword Search: Use the search bar and enter relevant keywords such as “second-hand laptops,” “rental property in Mumbai,” or “wholesale textile suppliers.”

Filters and Sorting: Narrow down results using filters like price range, location, and date posted to find the most relevant sellers.

Step 3: Evaluating Seller Listings

Before reaching out to a seller, it’s important to analyze their listing to determine authenticity and suitability.

Things to Look for in a Seller’s Ad:

Detailed Description: A trustworthy seller provides a clear and detailed description of the product or service.

High-Quality Images: Genuine sellers often upload real images of their products.

Price Comparison: Check whether the listed price aligns with market trends.

Contact Details: Ensure the seller provides a phone number or email for direct communication.

Customer Reviews (if available): Some sellers may have past customer reviews that can help gauge reliability.

Step 4: Contacting the Seller

Once you’ve identified a suitable seller, the next step is reaching out to them to inquire about the product or service.

Ways to Contact a Seller:

Direct Call: Most sellers provide phone numbers; calling is the quickest way to get immediate responses.

Email Inquiry: If a seller has listed an email, sending an inquiry with detailed questions can help get comprehensive information.

Reseller Bazzar Chat (if available): Some sellers may be reachable through an in-platform messaging feature.

WhatsApp (if provided): Some sellers may list their WhatsApp number for quick communication.

What to Ask the Seller:

Is the product/service still available?

Can you share more details about the condition and specifications?

What is the final price, and are there any discounts for bulk purchases?

What are the payment terms?

Can you arrange delivery/shipping?

Step 5: Verifying the Seller’s Credibility

To avoid scams and fraudulent deals, it’s crucial to verify a seller’s authenticity before making any transactions.

How to Verify a Seller:

Check Seller History: If the seller has posted multiple ads over time, they might be a genuine vendor.

Ask for Additional Proof: Request additional pictures, product videos, or a live demo via video call.

Meet in Person (if possible): If feasible, arrange to meet the seller in a public location to inspect the product before buying.

Look for Red Flags: Avoid deals that seem too good to be true, as they may be scams.

Step 6: Negotiating the Deal

Bargaining is common in online marketplaces, and sellers often leave room for negotiation.

Tips for Effective Negotiation:

Do Market Research: Know the fair market price of the product/service before negotiating.

Be Polite and Reasonable: Sellers are more likely to offer discounts when approached respectfully.

Use Bulk Purchase as Leverage: If buying in bulk, ask for a discounted rate.

Ask for Additional Benefits: Some sellers may be willing to offer free delivery or extra accessories.

Step 7: Making the Purchase Safely

To ensure a smooth transaction, follow these best practices when making a purchase.

Payment Safety Tips:

Prefer Cash on Delivery (COD): If available, COD is the safest option as you pay after receiving the product.

Use Secure Payment Methods: If online payment is required, use verified payment gateways like UPI, bank transfer, or PayPal.

Avoid Advance Payments: Be cautious with sellers who demand full payment upfront, especially for high-value items.

Get a Receipt: Always request an invoice or proof of payment to safeguard against disputes.

Step 8: Leaving Feedback

After successfully completing a transaction, leaving feedback can help other buyers make informed decisions.

How to Leave Feedback:

Rate the Seller: If the platform allows, rate your experience with the seller.

Write a Review: Share a short review about product quality, communication, and overall experience.

Report Fraudulent Sellers: If you encounter a scam, report the seller to Reseller Bazzar to protect other users.

Conclusion

Connecting with sellers on Reseller Bazzar is a simple yet structured process. By following this step-by-step guide, you can find genuine sellers, negotiate effectively, and complete transactions safely. Whether you are buying for personal use or business, Reseller Bazzar provides a platform to connect with thousands of trusted sellers across India. Happy buying!

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E-Invites for Women’s Day Celebration: A Modern and Elegant Way to Send Invitations

International Women’s Day is a special occasion to celebrate the incredible women in your life—your mother, sister, friend, colleague, or mentor. Whether you’re planning a small gathering or a grand event, sending out invitations is the first step to setting the tone for your celebration. In today’s digital age, e-invites have become a modern, elegant, and eco-friendly alternative to traditional paper invitations. If you’re looking for a hassle-free and creative way to invite your guests, e-invites are the perfect solution. Here’s everything you need to know about using e-invites for your Women’s Day celebration.

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Why Choose E-Invites for Your Women’s Day Celebration?

E-invites, or electronic invitations, are digital versions of traditional invites that can be sent via email, social media, or messaging apps. They offer several advantages over paper invitations:

Eco-Friendly: E-invites reduce paper waste, making them a sustainable choice for the environment.

Cost-Effective: They eliminate printing and postage costs, saving you money.

Convenient: E-invites can be created, customized, and sent within minutes.

Interactive: Many e-invites come with features like RSVP tracking, reminders, and links to event details.

Creative Freedom: With endless design options, you can create a unique and personalized invitation that reflects the theme of your celebration.

How to Create the Perfect E-Invite for Women’s Day

Creating an e-invite is easy and fun. Here’s a step-by-step guide to help you design an invitation that will impress your guests:

1. Choose the Right Platform

There are many online platforms and tools that allow you to create stunning e-invites. Some popular options include:

Canva: Offers customizable templates for all occasions.

Evite: Specializes in digital invitations with RSVP tracking.

Paperless Post: Combines elegant designs with practical features.

Adobe Spark: Ideal for creating professional-looking invites.

Choose a platform that suits your needs and offers the features you want, such as animations, music, or video integration.

2. Select a Theme and Design

Your e-invite should reflect the theme and tone of your Women’s Day celebration. Here are some design ideas to inspire you:

Floral Elegance: Use soft pastel colors and floral patterns to create a feminine and sophisticated look.

Bold and Vibrant: Opt for bright colors and geometric designs to convey energy and celebration.

Minimalist Chic: Keep it simple with clean lines, neutral tones, and elegant typography.

Empowerment Theme: Incorporate quotes, symbols, or images that celebrate women’s achievements and strength.

Most platforms offer pre-designed templates, so you can easily customize one to match your vision.

3. Add Essential Details

Your e-invite should include all the necessary information about your event. Make sure to include:

Event Name: “Women’s Day Celebration” or a creative title like “Celebrating Sheroes.”

Date and Time: Clearly mention the date, time, and duration of the event.

Location: Provide the venue address or a link to the virtual event if it’s online.

RSVP Details: Include a button or link for guests to confirm their attendance.

Dress Code: If there’s a specific dress code, mention it in the invite.

Special Instructions: Add any additional details, such as parking information or COVID-19 safety guidelines.

4. Personalize Your Invite

Personalization adds a special touch to your e-invite. Here are some ways to make your invitation unique:

Add Guest Names: Address each guest by name to make them feel valued.

Include Photos: Add pictures of the guest of honor or a group photo of the organizing team.

Custom Messages: Write a heartfelt note about the importance of Women’s Day and why you’re celebrating.

Interactive Elements: Use animations, music, or videos to make your invite more engaging.

5. Incorporate Women’s Day Themes

Since your event is centered around Women’s Day, incorporate themes that celebrate womanhood. Here are some ideas:

Empowerment Quotes: Add inspiring quotes by famous women like Maya Angelou or Malala Yousafzai.

Symbols of Strength: Use symbols like the Venus sign, roses, or abstract designs that represent femininity and resilience.

Color Palette: Choose colors associated with Women’s Day, such as purple (symbolizing justice and dignity), green (representing hope), and white (signifying purity).

6. Send and Track Your Invites

Once your e-invite is ready, it’s time to send it out. Most platforms allow you to send invites via email, WhatsApp, or social media. You can also share a link to the invite on your event page or group chat.

To ensure a good turnout, use the RSVP tracking feature to monitor responses and send reminders as the event date approaches.

Benefits of Using E-Invites for Women’s Day

Time-Saving: E-invites can be created and sent in minutes, saving you time and effort.

Wide Reach: You can easily invite guests from different locations, especially if your event is virtual.

Real-Time Updates: If there are any changes to the event details, you can quickly update the invite and notify your guests.

Eco-Conscious: By choosing e-invites, you’re contributing to a greener planet.

Tips for a Successful E-Invite Campaign

Send Invites Early: Give your guests enough time to RSVP and plan their schedules.

Follow Up: Send gentle reminders a week before the event to confirm attendance.

Test Your Invite: Before sending it out, test the invite to ensure all links and features work properly.

Add a Personal Touch: A heartfelt message or a personalized design can make your invite stand out.

Conclusion

E-invites are a modern, elegant, and eco-friendly way to invite guests to your Women’s Day celebration. With endless customization options and practical features, they make the invitation process seamless and enjoyable. Whether you’re hosting a small gathering or a large event, e-invites allow you to create a memorable first impression that sets the tone for your celebration.

So, this Women’s Day, embrace the digital revolution and send out stunning e-invites that reflect the spirit of the occasion. Celebrate the incredible women in your life with an invitation that’s as special as they are!

Start designing your e-invite today and get ready to host an unforgettable Women’s Day celebration!