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What Are Some Common Web Application Testing Challenges and How Do You Overcome Them?

In today’s fast-paced digital landscape, web applications are critical for organisations seeking to provide seamless user experiences. However, designing and deploying a web application is only half of the battle; assuring its dependability, scalability, and security is the true test. When testing a web application, potential issues are identified before users discover them. From functionality and performance to compatibility and security, there are numerous factors to consider.

This blog will look at some of the most prevalent issues in web application testing and offer practical strategies to overcome them. By efficiently resolving these difficulties, organizations can ensure that their applications not only perform well but also give excellent user happiness.

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bf¡drew’s reaction to you posting him to ‘dandelion’ by ariana grande

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drew had been out of town working on a new film, and it had left you… needy—to say the least. he had only been gone a few days, but your body’s desperation made it seem like months.

you were proud of him for getting to be apart of another big project that he was super passionate about, but you missed him. your body missed him. it wasn’t helping that you were ovulating…

you scrolled mindlessly through your photos, admiring all the photos of your boyfriend, hoping it would give you some kind of satisfaction. but, nothing.

you came across a specific photo that embarrassingly made your thighs clench. it was drew during a game night you had recently with some friends; his stance, the way his jeans fit, the keychain hanging from his belt loop, how his chest was puffed, and his shirt fit him just a little too tight in the most perfect way.

you don’t know what came over you—a sort of impulse? you clicked off the app, going straight to instagram, and creating a new story.

—

drew had just finished his last scene of the day—happy that he could finally call his girlfriend, but before he could, he saw an absurd amount of mention notifications from instagram.

thousands of people talking about some ‘story’ his girlfriend posted?

he quickly navigated to her profile, clicking onto her story. a devious smirk spread across his face as the lyrics appeared on his screen.

i got (got) what you need (you need)

i’m thinking you should plant this seed

i get this sounds unserious

but, baby boy, this is serious

he stared at the picture for a moment, totally unaware that you had even taken it. he pictured you, at home alone, with your hand between your thighs, all needy for him. the thought alone made his pants tighten.

he wasted no time calling you.

—

you were chasing your own pleasure, fingers working yourself open on the couch, but it wasn’t enough. it wasn’t him. suddenly, your phone lit up, and your beautiful boyfriend’s contact picture presented itself. your hand escaped your panties, accepting the call with an unnecessary urgency.

“hey, baby!,” you answered, not bothering to hide your enthusiasm. you fell back against the couch, sprawled out like a dramatic housewife—which is exactly who you felt like right now.

“you postin’ me, pretty?,” it was obviously a rhetorical question. he had already seen it. his smirk could be heard through the phone, and there was no use trying to deny it.

“maybe…,” you drew it out, curling a strand of your hair between your fingers. you tugged your lip between your teeth, waiting for his response.

“so fuckin’ lucky i’m not there right now, pretty girl,” his low laugh broke up the sentence, like he was in a mixed state of disbelief and amazement.

“i don’t feel very lucky,” you pouted. your dramatic, sad tone was evident in your soft words. your thighs involuntarily clenched together, trying to hide your heat—even if just from yourself. you could basically feel him inside you just from memory. it wasn’t enough.

“no? well… when i get back you’re gonna feel like the luckiest girl in the world. promise you that. i’ll plant as many damn seeds as you want—over ‘n over again if you ask me to,” his words were dirty, but his voice sounded so sweet, like he would walk across the country to get back to you right now if that was the only way home.

he didn’t even give you time to respond before continuing, “you’re gonna be so full you’re not even gonna remember what bein’ empty feels like, baby,” you could hear his cocky smirk tugging at his lips again, and it made your heart flutter, and your core clench.

“mm sounds good to me,” and he hated the way your voice alone made him hard, that low, sultry hum that made his head spin. why did he ever leave the house? no more movie deals outside of walking distance.

“‘nd don’t bother tryin’ to use your fingers, pretty girl. we both know it won’t satisfy you. you wait for me to get home… and i promise the next time i leave, you’ll have our baby on your hip to keep you occupied.”

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Are you looking to turn your brilliant app idea into reality swiftly and efficiently? In this latest blog post, we explore the incredible world of Flutter and why it's the ultimate choice for developing a Mobile App Minimum Viable Product (MVP).

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In the modern era of technology, where smartphones have seamlessly integrated into our daily lives, mobile app design holds immense significance in attracting users and enriching their interactions. Among the abundance of frameworks, Flutter stands out as a potent solution for crafting captivating and visually striking mobile applications. This blog post delves into the realm of Flutter, uncovering how it empowers developers to fashion extraordinary user interfaces that mesmerize users and elevate the overall app experience.

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choso kamo, eren yeager, jean kirstein, jayce talis, katsuki bakugou, rintarō suna, satoru gojo, tetsurō kuroo, theodore nott, viktor, + anyone you want.

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cw cnc! read at your own discretion.

thinking about consensual drugging with your boyfriend.

you were at his house for the halloween party he was hosting with all your friends. before the party started, as the two of you were getting all dressed up in your costumes, he suggested the idea and you ended up agreeing.

so, later that night, while everyone was partying and drinking, he pulled you to the side and gave you a bottle of water that he spiked with a white powder, just enough of the drug to keep you asleep for a few hours after you drank it.

fast forward to now, his arm around your body as you wobbly walk up the stairs while he leads you to his bedroom. “careful, baby.” his voice is so gentle and soft compared to what he’s about to do to you. “here.” he pushes open the bedroom door. you wince at the bright lights when he flips the switch.

“mm’ so tired.” you yawn, having to stop your eyes from completely closing while you’re standing up.

“i know, shh, shh. you’ll sleep soon.” he kisses the side of your forehead before bringing you to the side of his bed, carefully placing you down on the soft mattress. “you can sleep now.” he breathes out, tracing a finger along your jawline as your eyes flutter shut.

moments later, he’s climbing onto the bed and spreading your legs apart as you let out quiet snores. he reaches to the side and grabs his phone off the nightstand, then unlocking it and opening the camera app. he presses the red button and aims the phone at you, making sure he is able to record everything he’s about to do to you.

with one hand holding the phone, he focuses the video on your spread legs, exposing your lace panties to the camera. “such a slut, hm?” he coos, just loud enough for the video to pick up his voice. “look how pretty she is, baby.” he slowly drags his free hand up one of your thighs and pulls the fabric of your panties to the side, exposing your bare pussy. he moves the phone angle, giving the camera a perfect view of the lower half of your body. “you’re asleep and she’s still dripping…” his tone is mocking, “filthy girl, probably dreaming of this happening.” your boyfriend brings his hand to his mouth, spitting on two of his fingers before going back to your cunt, slowly gliding the two fingers along the puffy folds. his lips part, shallow breaths escaping his mouth as he feels his dick getting harder. the mix of your juices and his salvia lets the pads of his fingers easily glide along your clit with circular motions. “so fucking hot.” he mumbles and moves the phone directly in front of your pussy, showing off what he’s doing to your unconscious body. the only sound in his bedroom is the low drum of music from downstairs, and now, the lewd sounds of his fingers spreading your slick around your cunt and creating soft squelching noises.

“she’s so greedy, look at her clenching around nothing.” the man grins, once again aiming the phone camera at your tight hole. he stops moving his fingers, instead admiring the video as your pussy pulses in anticipation from the previous pleasure. “should we give her what she wants? hm?” he talks to you through the video, planning on sending it to you later so you can touch yourself while he’s not around. the idea of you getting off on this situation just makes him feel even more hot and bothered, to the point that he starts subtly humping into the bed, soft groans escaping him. while he grinds his hips down, he moves his face closer to your bare pussy, darting his tongue out and delving into your wet hole, starting to tongue fuck you. he moans into you as he devours your pussy, his other hand’s grip on the phone getting slightly shaky, yet he still gives the camera a glance at him eating you out, his jaw flexing with every movement of his tongue. a few thrusts later and your involuntary orgasm washes over your body, your cum spilling out of your cunt and onto his tongue, coating his lower lip with your juices. “so messy..” he turns his head slightly and grins at the phone camera, making sure you can see his face when you climax while watching the video back. “what are we going to do about me though?” he sits up on the bed and wipes his lips with the back of his one free hand, then pointing the camera down at his erection making a tent in the pants of his costume.

he silently gets off the bed, walking towards the nightstand and turning his phone horizontally before propping it up against a lamp. “gonna fuck you so good you wake up seeing stars.” he glances at the phone camera, directly addressing it. your boyfriend walks back to the bed, once again climbing onto it and, this time, hovering over you, caging your upper body down and between his arms. “so pretty.” he leans down to your face and softly pecks your lips, “i’ll take care of you, baby, don’t worry.”

with a few pumps of his hands to his dick, he’s ready for you again, slowly sliding himself inside of your wet pussy. “oh shit.” his eyes flutter shut, “never gonna get used to this, your pussy feels so good.” he carefully thrusts back out of you, then starts picking up the pace, the base of his dick hitting the sweet spot of your pussy with every movement, taking him to the hilt. “taking me so good, yeah, yeah.” he moans out, “fucking take it, slut.” he looks down at your pussy, watching the way you swallow him whole with every buck of his hips, “yeahhh, atta’ girl.” leaning closer to you, he moves his mouth near your tits, his lips grazing against one of your nipples. “so perfect.” he gently bites on the nipple, then swirling his tongue around it. “you’re perfect.” he repeats himself as he sucks on your nipple, then starting to alternate between the two. “gonna cum..shit..” he moves away from your chest, opting to stare down at your peaceful face instead. for a moment he feels disappointed that you aren’t able to actively experience orgasming with him, your usual loud and unfiltered moans not being vocalized, but you just feel so good, and within minutes he’s forgetting his train of thought and spilling his seed inside of you, his dick twitching as his cum stuffs you full. his chest heaves and he groans out, “gonna get you pregnant someday, promise.” he shakily pulls out of you and shuffles closer to your ear, “you’re all mine now, baby, i got you. don’t worry.” he whispers.

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You look so good next to me. c.sb

pairing: younger otaku!soobin x noona!reader

summary- Soobin wants to know why you won't take it a step further when he looks so good right next to you(or underneath you), so he invited you over to his place.

warnings: perv!soobin, nicknames, otaku!soobin (he loves anime and kpop so cute), kinda virgin!soobin, tit sucking, cum play and cum eating(if you squint), subby sub soobie he's so cute man, soobin has a big dick bwk, flavoured condoms because wrap it before you tap it, soobin crying a lot, playing with his Gojo Satoru figure(a lil nasty), ummm sex?? yeah they smexx, shiver me timbers!!

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This is Part 2 but you can read it as a stand-alone

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Your lips smacked together as you pulled away from Soobin's heaving stature. His eyes gently opened, finding yours. Chest rising in falling, touching yours. He could see the shine of saliva on your lips, the same on his. A part of his heart flutters whenever he sees himself on you. His mouth stayed agape, waiting for you to say something, but you just gave a cordial smile before saying the usual, "Okay, that's good enough. See you later, Soob."

"You're stopping it so soon..."

His round eyes look down at your smaller figure, lips slanting into an oh-so-familiar pout: his usual demeanor when you halted these makeout sessions. Your hand twitches slightly, wanting to caress his face and wipe that pout off, but you don't. Instead, you feign a nonchalant shrug before waving him goodbye.

Ever since that fateful night of Seven Minutes in Heaven(which were definitely not seven minutes), you seemed to have found interest in Soobin's company, indulging in a kiss or two and even some tongue tango if he played his cards right- that meaning him being an obedient good boy.

Soobin didn't seem to mind you fondling him every now and then, in fact, the thought he leveled up a notch when you didn't kill him after he pushed himself on you that drinking night. He was ecstatic to know you wanted to continue something with him. Yet, the whispers in the crowds tainted his mind. Yes, you were very popular, he knew it, and everyone knew it. With this popularity came the endless line of men (mostly douchebags, Soobin likes to think) who string behind you like desperate puppies, waiting for attention. They want to kiss you, they want to sleep with you, they want you.

He doesn't understand why a woman like you, who can probably get any guy she wants at the brink of her feet, wants him. Boring ol' Choi Soobin. And if you do want him, which seems evident enough, why do your hands linger a few moments on his chest before pulling your lips back and creating an arm-long distance between the two of you?

He knows how it goes, pretty girls like you make out and then you elude to wanting sex. So why exactly are you not following through?

The familiar shadow of what if lurks in. He is a man who recognizes his characteristics and is very capable of believing that you are simply too good for him.

Is that why you don't want to make love with him? Soobin wonders if you even call it making love, is there any love in there? It's just all meaningless sex to you, he thinks. In his twisted sense of reality, Soobin still wants you to have sex with him- even if it will mean a lot more to him than it will ever to you.

Which is why Soobin now finds himself shoving some food wrappers into the trashbin in his room. He is not a particularly dirty man (at least his room isn't) but he prays that it is clean enough for your liking. His heart thumps lowly, excitement trudging at the edge- he has never brought a girl over to his shared apartment with Beomgyu

He clicks his phone open, fingers tracing the Kakaotalk app to see if you've messaged him about your arrival, instead, he receives messages from his roommate.

Gyutari_beom hyung whens noona coming, imma be back late so that I don't hear all that nasty work🤞 Gojoluvr300 Man stfu, wdym nasty work?? Also idk when she's coming tbh... she just nodded when I invited her over...she should be here? What if she was just kidding and she never shows up? Gyutari_beom chill soobin hyung, always overthinking smh🤦🏻 Also saw noona and jia noona in the cafeteria today, they were talking something about "what a guy would like on her" a sign perchance🍀‼️ Gojoluvr300 man fr? i hope so... Gyutari_beom anyway use protection stay sexy!!! Gojoluvr300 ??? i'm a child of god.

The sound of the doorbell ringing alerted him, his head rising up from his phone screen. He rushed to open the door and there you were. Your stance was lax, fleeting tapping on the faux grass doormat, a little impatient but Soobin never minded.

You had a mini jean skirt and as Soobin's gaze steered above he saw the top you were wearing, a baby pink long-sleeve with a sweetheart collar. His vision lingered there, two small pebbles of indentations poking through the thin material of your top. He gulped, eyes flickering away to the side.

"So will you invite me in or we're gonna chit chat in the doorway, Binnie? It's freezing out here!"

"I-yeah, sorry, come in please." You tilt your head knowingly as you bend down to take your furry boots off. Your eyes never leave him as your fingers fiddle with the boots before pushing them off. Your cleavage is out for display, he can see the dip of your breasts, pink fabric covering right before it reveals a little too much. You did not seem to mind Soobin's eyes on you, smiling from his boyish reaction.

"A-are you cold? Do you want a jacket?"

"Hm, you tell me. Do you want me to wear a jacket?"

"I-...If you're chilly..."

"Well, we have plenty of time to warm me up, don't we?"

"Yes!", he yells back a little too enthusiastically, earning a chuckle from you. He's been keeping track of what makes you laugh these days, trying his best to yield one out of you- a little secret treat only he knows about.

Without waiting for the tall man to lead the way, you trace your fingers on the wall as you begin looking around his apartment. A very simple apartment, nothing too crazy, just like how you had expected. A big couch, a TV, a PS5 lying casually on the center table. As you enter his room, your head tilts in ponder.

You look back up at him, "Didn't know you liked anime." gesturing to the wall littered with various posters, from shounen to shoujo anime. You even spot a few K-pop group albums cluttered on his bookshelf, lying next to the many mangas and anime figurines.

"Y-yeah.. D-do you? I mean it's cool if you don't like it. Should I take these off?"

"I like anime too."

"WHAT?!- I mean oh wow that is very interesting, Noona."

"Aw Soobie, you big goof. You're such a geek, you know?"

"No I'm not! I just really happen to like something, I don't think that's wrong, I also like Kara a lot. Noona do you know about Kara? it's a girl group and they debuted with a song called 'Break It'-"

You grab a Gojo Satoru figurine from the nearby shelf, Soobin nearly shrieks but you give him a hard eye. The head of the figurine is jabbed into the centre of his chest. "Ah, Noona what're you..?"

"Keep talking, tell me about your nerdy shit, go on. You're such a talker, aren't you? Go on then."

The white-haired figurine sends small sharp jabs as it gets dragged down from the top of his chest, being swirled around his clothed nipples. Soobin's breathing deepens, the figure in your hand twisting his plain white T-shirt, bunching it up, leaving his waist exposed. "M-m-my bias is G-gyuri from t-the group, she had blond-d-de hair and and and nghh... Noona.."

Your eyes darken upon seeing free skin, soft and white, the abs you have grown familiar to touch as you please. "Hm? You like this Gyuri girl? huh? She's pretty? Is she?"

"Y-yes..", he stutters over his words before understanding your salty expression, "You're prettiest to me Noona...yes, you you you!!"

You smile coyly, Soobin knew what you wanted to hear and he'd say every word of it so that you kept playing with him. "And I like this anime... It's called Jujutsu Kaisen.. ugh! Noona f-fuck!"

The point plastic head hits his clothed crotch, moving in circles as you feel the area growing bigger and bigger. Your lips salivate from the very thought of his cock. "Yeah? You freak. Having a literal plastic toy pleasure you?"

"Ngh- yeah, I'm a freak, Noona. I'm sorry I'm sorry."

Oh? So he was into this name-calling as much as you were? You push him onto the bed, not before carefully putting the figurine back on the shelf. There laid Soobin, abs clenching as his mouth parted, bunny teeth out on display. His bedsheet was filled with cartoon characters, strongly contrasting with Soobin's red, erotic expression. You got on all fours, inching closer to him like a predator does its prey. Your hips bounce as you pounce on him, his bigger frame being covered only halfway by your body. He groans, rolling his eyes back before licking his lips. You sit on his lap as he remains lying on the bed, pretty eyes searching for what to do next.

You take his arms in one hand, holding it down between your parted legs, and you begin straddling him. "You like that Soobie? My binnie? Oh yeah, look at you, squirming when I've barely touched you."

"Noona you get me so hard, oh-oh~ shit I'll do anything you tell me to just keep going like that you're so perfect, Noona."

Before he knows it, his pants are coming off and so are his boxers. He thinks you're a little faster than you usually go but of course, he doesn't mind. His bare cock springs out, half hard yet still packing in the length of seven and a half inches. You cannot help but wish to see it fully hard again.

The red tip of his cock is shiny, glistening with watery precum that touches his abdomen. You bring your legs around his waist again, sitting right on top of his cock, your clothed pussy touching his warm skin. The jean skirt rides up to the top of your thighs, exposing the thong you are wearing. Soobin tries his earnest to lift his head up to catch a peek but your hands put him down, positioning yourself to be sturdy on him.

You keep rocking your hips back and forth causing him to release muffled moans, like he is trying to stop himself from fully giving into you just yet. Soobin can see the large expanse of your breasts as they jiggle with your moving hips. Your nipples are completely hard now and strain tightly against the thin cloth. They are so round and soft and he just wants to reach out and grab one, though he won't do it.

He knows the repercussions for touching you without your permission.

Your pace increases, biting your lips as you await for his climax to emerge but you stopped by a whining Soobin. "Ngh, no. NO! p-please I wanna take it slow...Noona. Don't wanna cum like this again."

You raise your brows, hips slowing down but they still rock against his hard cock, "Hm? What do you want then?"

He gulps, pursing his lips, and looking to the side, you make out a faint glow of red- something you always loved seeing on his face. "Wanna cum somewhere else...you know.."

"My tits? Sure. You look cute today so I might just let you."

"I mean, somewhere else!"

You look at him deadpanned, what the hell was this kid talking about?

"Ugh, god, inside, Noona. Inside! Inside you."

Your mouth opens agape, this is new. Soobin had never mentioned in the last month of your guys' kindling that he wanted to do anything beyond making out. You had always assumed the poor guy was a virgin, people like him tend to cherish their first time. Why would he want to do it with you? You guys are not even dating.

Your movements come to a halt, a serious expression on your face. "Aren't ya a virgin? Listen I don't wanna be responsible for being too much on you or giving you a bad time, alright?"

"But I wanna do it with you Noona! and...I'm not a virgin! I've had sex before." Your eyes narrow, he continues. "In sophomore of high school...with a girl who was my lab partner."

Pfft. Sophomore year? in HIGHSCHOOL? this man was practically a virgin. Images of Soobin fucking a faceless girl crashes in your mind, you cannot explain why but it leaves a bitter taste. Something about it is just not right, something about Soobin with anyone else is not right- even though it was years before you two had even met.

A scowl forms on your face before you even know it.

"You really wanna do it with me, Soobie?"

"Yes, just you." Oh wow. A sense of nervousness settles in, something you have not experienced with your previous sexual partners. Your body grows warm, lust filling in your desire. Fuck, if Soobin wanted you, who were you to stop him?

You get off of him, taking his hands in yours, pulling him to sit right up. You guide his hands to the hem of your top, he takes the cue and starts slowly pulling it off of you. The fabric brushes against your hard nipples. "Ah~ fuck. Good boy, always so eager."

Encouraged, Soobin takes it off, revealing your free breasts, they bounce a little as the top comes off. His neck moves forward, almost giving into his desires but he pauses, looking up at you. His mouth is parted open, pink tongue waiting to dart out. "Suck."

Your fingers interlace with his black hair, and you push him into the valley of your breasts. The soft fat cushions his face, Soobin would die here if he could. He begins kitten-licking the sides of your breasts before latching onto one nipple. The big black pupils of his stare back at you as he continues sucking. You make sure to notice this subtle change of making eye contact with you, previously it was only you doing the staring.

He's a fast learner, you think and smile. His sucking becomes harsher, desperate even and you see his hips mindlessly thrusting into mid-air.

"Fuck, baby, doing so good. You like sucking my tit's, yeah? fffuckkk. What a nice geek you are, Binnie."

As if agreeing with you, his head nods up and down while he continues his mouthwork. His hands roam around your body, pressing and pulling your skin. His hands reach the side of your hips, his fingers gingerly tracing the stretchmarks scattered on your skin

Your brows furrow, no guy has ever done this. Usually, they avoid it, focusing on your other assets. Your heart beats faster, and Soobin's hand kneads into your soft flesh.

His lips leave with a pop sound, two strings of saliva attached from your hard nipples to his shiny lips. "Was it good, Noona?"

You pat his head, scratching the nape of his neck as he closes his eyes, leaning his head onto your chest. "Really good. Almost too good. What other girl's tits have you been sucking, huh?"

"No, I would never. I never have, I've only done it with you.."

"So you've fucked another girl but only sucked my tits..not even fair.''

He looks down in shame," Let me make you feel good down there too, Noona", he suggests.

"Hm. Maybe another time." Another time, there will an another time? Soobin giddies up in excitement. He looks at you expectantly on what to do next.

"Where do you keep your condoms? Actually, scratch that. Do you even have condoms?"

"I do...they're kinda old though. Yeonjun hyung gave it to me as a birthday gift." You snort, of course, he did.

"Get 'em." He's on his feet, walking around his room to his desk drawer. He pulls out a cute pink box, takes a packet in hand, and hands it over to you. You flip the packet around, "Strawberry-flavoured condoms? seriously?"

"This is all I have...Do you want me to go to the pharmacy real quick and get a normal box?"

"Oh, Choi Soobin, today must be your lucky day because I have to like strawberry-flavoured things." You wink at him. He smiles back before getting on the bed. You get on your knees, stocking his cock a few times to get it hard again. Unsurprisingly, it's flaccidity is gone in no time, the hard cock stretching in your hand as you look at it with hunger. You have half a mind to stick it in your mouth and fuck him just like that but you resist.

You put the condom on with ease and he can't help but wonder how many guys you've done this with in the past. But, he won't ask now, he knows better than to start something that will ultimately upset him.

For the second time that day, you push him onto his bed. His cock stands erect. You slide your thong to the side, holding his cock to your entrance. It's so big, you have a hard time tapping it right wear your juices are. "Noona if you're not too wet, it can hurt...I don't want you to get hurt."

"Silly boy, look me, hm? You think I'm not wet enough?" Two pointy fingers dart inside you, coming out with a wet plop, when you part the fingers a thick translucent liquid strings out. Soobin feels himself get even harder. You were so hot, the thong slid to the side, a sheen on your pussy as you put it to display for him. Your fingers are placed on either side of your entrance before you part your folds.

"Shit, Noona you look so sexy, fuck Noona wanna taste you so badly. I'll be good I promise."

You quickly prod the two fingers into his mouth, fucking into his tongue, mixing it with his saliva. His tongue eagerly sucks your fingers. Soobin doesn't care that your pointy nails hurt a little down his throat, he just wants to taste you and submit to you.

As your fingers work in his mouth, you finally sit back down on him, and his cock enters you. It is definitely quite a stretch, making you arch your back. Your tits jiggle as your free hand presses down on his chest for balance. You get back up, much to his dismay before harshly sitting right onto his cock, the whole delicious length entering you with a swift motion. "AH! ugh fuck yes, so big so big, shit, Soobie, you big freak. Should've fucked you much sooner."

His cock brings a slightly uncomfortable stretch, something you are not used to but shamelessly find hot. There is a burn in your lower stomach from his length but it fills you in perfectly. You begin moving slowly, keeping in mind not to overwhelm the younger boy. You can hear his erotic moans, whimpering stretching into broken cries as you increase your pace.

Your tits bounce wildly as you keep fucking on top of him, you bring a hand to his hair, pulling on it. The harsh tugging gets him to moan even more. His needy voice ricochets off the walls, you can hear him all around you and it has never felt any better. Your pussy engulfs with a type of warmth Soobin has long forgotten the feeling of, it's addicting even. It's so warm and gummy and soft- Soobin would religiously make love to you every day if he could.

"Your pussy's so perfect, Noona. I love it, I love it. I love making love with you." You internally flinch a little with his choice of words. Is that what it was to him, making love? Your body grows even warmer with his words. He gets up, hand on your hips and he begins slowly fucking into you, amidst you bouncing on him yourself. With your permission, his mouth lands on your tits again, he'll get scolded by you later. For now, he just wants his Noona to feel as good as he is.

The entire world seems to have paused, Soobin doesn't care if his neighbours hear him, he has tunnel vision when it comes to you. He can only and only think of your beautiful face and how crazy good you're making him feel.

It is only a few minutes later that his hips begin to stutter and you know he is finally going to cum, you fasten your pace further, sending him into an overdrive. With his own sloppy thrusts, he climaxes, cumming hard. "Agh~ Noona, Noona, Noona. I l-l-ove y-y- it. I love it." tears begin rolling down violently from his eyes, falling on your neck and chest.

"Yes, yes yes. So good for me. What a nice cock, fucking into me so good. My beautiful boy."

Fat tears stain his pale face, and without thinking much you start wiping them off. You kiss the sides of his face, from his jaw to his cheekbones to his nose and finally land on his lips. The kiss tastes salty and you feel more connected to him.

He pants, trying to calm his beating heart. You both stay there for a couple of minutes. His head falls on your shoulder, and you feel the sweat on his forehead and his long lashes tickling you, they were also a little wet from the crying.

Slowly, you get off of him, taking his now flaccid penis out of you. He hisses a little, the sensation being a bit too much. You get a sudden wave of horniness from his expression: fucked out, teary-eyed.

You peel the condom off of him. "Noona, I'll discard it myself, please give it to me."

"Hold on, I wanna try something."

You take his whole cock, flaccid as it is into your mouth. The tinge of strawberry with his salty cum mix together, forming an interesting flavour(you won't mind trying this again)

"Ah, ah, ah, I'm sensitive, please."

"I wasn't lying when I said I liked strawberry flavour." You lick his cock dry from all the cum. And if that wasn't enough, you put a hand around his neck, pulling him on top of you as you guys begin kissing again. The kiss is messy but slow, Soobin tries to put his tongue inside of yours but you're faster, entering your tongue in his mouth instead.

You finally pull away, giving a last-ending smooch on his lips before sitting up. "I better get going now. Where is your bathroom?"

Soobin stays quiet for a few beats before pointing towards his door. "It's right outside the door." His eyes are downcast and even though you take notice of it, you don't say anything. You are back roughly ten minutes later, your clothes on, they have small stains here and there and you hope that no one notices them on your commute back home. You see Soobin unfolding a thick duvet, his bedsheets have also been changed. Quick and efficient? He seems to be a clean man, you observe. His face looks clean now, hair a little wet from washing it.

"Okay so, I'll see myself out then. Catch you later, Soobin." You bite your lips as you look away from him, hands holding each other in awkwardness. It was usually so easy for you to leave after a hookup but it just didn't feel right to get out right away. Nonetheless, you persisted. You do not wait for Soobin's response, turning around to his hallway.

"Wait-! Um, your clothes...they're dirty."

"Yeah, and who's fault is that genius? I'll be fine it's a bus ride home anyway."

"Let me...just lemme give you a change of clothes at least?"

You stay quiet. "Please. Don't want others to see you like that, Noona."

"Sure, I guess."

You sit on the edge of his bed, looking around his room again. You've known changed into a pair of Soobin's clothes: A black T-shirt and some shorts. They fit really big on you but the material is comfortable, it makes you feel warm. Soobin insisted on making you something hot to drink since going out in Winter right after 'copulating' is bad for the body (his words not yours.)

"Why is he doing all of this extra shit?", you ponder internally.

you hear his footsteps come closer, the drink is probably made. After you drink this, you'll go, you won't stay...

"Here you go, Noona. I know you don't like your drinks to be too sweet so I added less honey." You smile and take it from him.

"I-i just happened to remember your usual drink orders, nothing much..haha."

Your nose crinkles as you release a hearty laugh. "You cute little thing, Soobie."

"Um..actually, can you just stay? Like it's really cold outside and It'll probably start snowing soon, you know.. just stay back."

"I-um. Yeah, no. I should probably go."

"I'm serious, Noona. I want you to stay. Please? My duvet is really warm trust me. Like it feels sooooo good." he stretches his hand to emphasize the degree of "good" his duvet feels. You can't help but smile at his adorable expression. He looks so serious yet so cute.

He sets the drink from your hand onto his desk. Without saying anything he drapes you with the thick duvet, it has the same white-haired character from before. He was not lying when he said the duvet was warm, it was fluffy even. He climbs into the duvet, cold hand touching your now warm hands.

"Hey, you're cold, you know?"

"Make me warm, Noona.", he purrs out lovingly as he rests his head on your chest, your breasts acting like a cushion for him. You want to protest but give into his rather unusual charm. You pull the duvet over your head, completely covering you both. Your hand finds itself around his figure, hugging him closer. His cold hand turns warmed, your limbs tangled together. You just let yourself go, finally falling into him, his embrace.

Your mind drifts off and before you both know it sleep takes over, cradling the two love birds into the land of dreams.

An hour later Beomgyu comes in, creaking the door open slightly, eyes peaking in to see two figures fast asleep. He chuckles, not before snapping a couple of pictures on his phone. "So much for being a child of god", he mumbles before walking away.

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a/n: unedited. i'm tired. also was the smut good? I've been writing for 48 hours straight so Idk. also part 3 maybe?? who knows. @youmistme for taglist

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✧ why i believe in dressing up even when no one's watching ✧

hey lovelies! ✨

there's something almost magical about putting on your favorite outfit when you have absolutely nowhere to go. i know it might sound silly to some people, why bother getting dressed up if nobody's going to see you? but seriously? those are the moments when dressing up matters most to me.

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i remember last sunday morning, the rain tapping against my window, my plans completely canceled. instead of staying in my pajamas (which would have been the "logical" choice), i put on my favorite satin slip dress, did my makeup, and even added a little hair bow. my sister thought i was crazy, but there was something so powerful about choosing to look pretty just for myself.

the truth is, when we dress up only for others, we're giving away a little piece of our magic. we're saying that our beauty, our effort, our aesthetic only matters when someone else can validate it. and i don't believe that's true at all.

✧ the secret relationship with yourself ✧

when i put on a beautiful outfit just to read a book or make tea in my home, i'm nurturing the most important relationship in my life, the one with myself. it's like sending a little love letter to my soul that says, "you deserve pretty things even when no one is looking."

i've noticed that on days when i make the effort, my thoughts are different. i sit differently. i move through my space with more intention. my journal entries are more honest. my self-talk is kinder. it's like the outside beauty creates a little pathway for the inside beauty to shine through.

✧ the everyday as a special occasion ✧

we're always waiting for the "perfect moment" to wear that special dress or use the fancy perfume. but what if tuesday morning could be special too? what if making breakfast could be an occasion? what if simply existing in your body was reason enough to celebrate with your favorite clothes?

i keep a little list in my notes app of outfits that make me feel like the main character, and i've made it a personal rule not to "save" them only for special occasions. that silk blouse i love? perfect for a random wednesday. those pretty earrings i usually save for parties? they make doing laundry feel glamorous.

✧ the ripple effect of self-adornment ✧

there's this beautiful ripple effect that happens when you start dressing up for yourself. you begin to curate other parts of your life with the same loving attention. your morning routine becomes more sacred. your space becomes more intentional. you start to ask yourself, "what would make this moment feel special to me?" rather than "what's the bare minimum i need right now?"

i've found myself buying flowers more often, lighting candles on random afternoons, using the "good" dishes for ordinary meals. dressing up for no reason has taught me that everyday life deserves celebration too.

✧ a little secret between you and the universe ✧

there's something so intimate about being all dressed up with nowhere to go. it's like a little secret between you and the universe, a whispered promise that you don't need external validation to honor your own beauty.

sometimes i'll put on my favorite dress and red lipstick just to write in my journal or water my plants. nobody sees it except me (and maybe my cat), but it feels like a tiny rebellion against the idea that beauty needs an audience.

✧ the practice of showing up for yourself ✧

ultimately, dressing up when no one's watching is a practice in showing up for yourself. it's saying, "i am worth the effort, even when that effort goes unseen." it's recognizing that you are always worthy of your own attention and care.

so the next time you find yourself alone with a free afternoon, try putting on something that makes your heart flutter. not for instagram, not for compliments, just for the quiet joy of being exactly who you are, adorned exactly as you please.

you might be surprised how different your day feels when you're dressed for the occasion of simply being yourself.

xoxo, mindy

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༯ OFF THE COURT — CHAPTER SEVEN 𝜗𝜚

paige bueckers x azzi fudd

themes: angst, pining

word count: 2.9k

tw: swearing, alcohol use, sexual content

a/n: let’s all celebrate yayayay 🥳 i absolutely hate writing smut so much but i felt it was necessary lol. also, chapter eight will be the last in the series, hopefully, but i plan to start a new one soon. if y’all have any requests/ideas for series or one shots, don’t hesitate to lmk! enjoy reading

paige’s walk back to her dorm was filled with regret and disappointment. the weight of everything pressed down on her chest. she desperately wished that azzi would want her the same way she wanted azzi. but she didn’t.

her eyes sting with tears she’s been holding back ever since she left azzi’s room; she can feel them threatening to fall.

it’s only until she’s completely wrapped up in blankets, comfortably laying in her bed, does she let the tears spill onto her cheeks. luckily, dorka, her roommate, wasn’t in the room to see paige like this— there’s nothing more she hates than crying in front of people, showing her vulnerable side.

god, why did azzi have to flirt with some other girl? right in front of paige, of all people, too. did she seriously not feel anything for paige? did their night mean that little to her?

question after question hits paige like a brick, only causing her sobs to grow. why did she have to care so much for azzi? she can’t stand how much she wants this— her— but her cries prove she’s already too far gone.

her sobs begin to slow, tiredness creeping in, her emotional exhaustion too much to fight anymore. her breathing slows, body relaxes, sinking into the comfort of her bed. her eyelids soon flutter shut, her mind allowing itself to finally quiet.

almost two weeks go by with paige avoiding azzi like the plague. during practices, paige would create a noticeable distance between the two. she stopped throwing quick glances her way, never brought her up to anyone, barely even passed her the ball anymore.

paige tried as best as she could to make her feelings for azzi disappear, yet the curly headed brunette still lingered in the back of her mind constantly. no matter how much she distracts herself— focusing on drills, talking to the team, or retreating to her own thoughts— a familiar brunette’s face keeps popping up at the most inconvenient times.

it was a wednesday night when a text message pops up on paige’s home screen. she was laying in her bed, dorka was in her separate one, watching a movie and snacking on chips. paige was initially going to ignore it, but eventually took a glimpse at her phone, just to see who it was from.

her breath hitches in her throat when she sees the name azzi. paige and azzi have never privately texted one another; they only have each others number due to the team group chat, so it was a complete shock for the girl, to say the least.

she grips her phone and opens the chat. can we please talk? azzi had sent. paige scrunches her eyebrows, because what was there to discuss? azzi didn’t like paige— the feelings were extremely one sided.

paige closes the messages app without responding. she puts her phone face down and tries to focus back on the movie.

only three minutes later another text message comes through. then five minutes after that, another text, from azzi, no doubt. but paige doesn’t even bother to check.

paige groans at the sound of her alarm blasting in her ears. her eyelids pull themselves apart as she lets out a quiet yawn— paige absolutely despises the mornings.

it’s time for yet another practice— another day of trying to ignore azzi’s presence that she hates doing far too much. but what else could she do? azzi has made it very clear she isn’t interested by the countless flirting she’s done with people who aren’t paige. right in front of her, too, like she’s trying to show paige she isn’t interested in her. and it hurts, god dammit. it hurts more than she’s willing to admit. and talking to azzi only heightens that pain.

paige eventually makes her way out of bed, mentally wishing practice could get cancelled for just this once. it’s not that she doesn’t want to play— she did— but seeing azzi, seeing her laugh with caroline and thrive in practice was simply too much for her to handle.

the blonde brushes her teeth, picks out a comfortable practice outfit and pulls her hair up into a ponytail. she quickly packs up her basketball bag, yanks on a pair of shoes and begins to head out of her dorm. before she leaves, she lets out a small, steady breath, unsure but ready to take another day on.

walking through the doors of the gym, she immediately spots the familiar brunette talking quietly with her close friend, caroline. she looks away, not wanting to risk the chance of them making eye contact. paige heads into the locker room to set her bag down when she hears footsteps from behind her.

her head whips around to see none other than azzi standing before her.

“paige,” azzi whispers, a sad expression on her face, “can we please talk?”

paige glares at the brunette, “no, azzi. i think i’ve said more than enough.”

she struts past azzi, slightly brushing her shoulder on the freshman’s. azzi whirls around and reaches out to place her hand on the blonde’s arm, forcing her to a halt.

“please,” she pleads, a desperate look in her eye.

paige only looks at azzi, before shaking her head and walking out of the locker room, leaving azzi behind.

“hey p, are you good?” dorka asks her roommate one night as they’re laying in their beds, silently scrolling on their phones.

paige glances at dorka, “yeah. what makes you ask that?”

“you just seem different lately— sad, distracted. did something happen?”

paige thinks back to her and azzi’s conversation all those weeks ago, “nah, nothing happened,” she lies.

“okay,” dorka replies, clearly not believing her, “well, if you ever wanna talk—“

dorka didn’t get the chance to finish her sentence before their dorm door flew open, revealing nika breathing hard.

“jesus, nika,” paige says, surprised to see her close friend without any warning.

nika places a hand on her chest, trying to catch her breath, “sorry, i just ran all the way here.”

“um, why?” dorka asks in a small voice.

nika breaks out in laughter as she moves over to where paige is seated on her bed, grabbing her hands.

“to come and get you, silly,” nika pulls paige up into a standing position, then attempts to tug dorka up, as well.

“i think i’ll stay back,” dorka says.

“are you drunk?” paige asks, arching a brow.

“maybe a little. me and some of the girls were doing shots in my room,” she giggles as she drags paige out of the room.

the walk down to nika’s dorm is full of short laughs coming from nika and paige regretting she ever left her bed in the first place. she really wasn’t in the mood to socialize, and especially not in the mood to drink tonight.

nika twists the doorknob and swings open the door. paige spots aubrey and jana planted on one bed, caroline and kk on the other, and azzi on the small couch, sitting cross legged. her eyes lock onto paige’s as her heart instantly quickens.

what did paige expect? of course azzi was here. why didn’t she see this coming?

“paigey!” kk’s eyes light up at her friend, excitement buzzing off her frame.

nika practically runs over to the bottle of vodka, pouring herself another shot she definitely doesn’t need. she pours a second and hands it out to the blonde.

“no thanks,” she waves it away, shaking her head.

“i’ll take it,” caroline offers, holding out her hand. nika shoves the tiny glass in her direction as she throws back a shot of her own.

azzi remains silent on the couch as nerves eat at her stomach. she didn’t expect to see paige tonight, but when nika said she was going to grab her, her heart practically flipped in her chest. she had to find a way to talk to her tonight, preferably alone.

paige lowers herself onto the floor, against a bed, not wanting to share the couch with azzi. she didn’t trust herself to be that close to azzi and not say something— or do something, for that matter.

the tension is thick between the two girls, full of uncertainty and unspoken words. azzi constantly makes quick glimpses at the blonde, who doesn’t dare to meet her gaze in return. she couldn’t risk it.

as most of the girls continue to drink, paige and azzi fiddle on their phones, in attempts to ignore each others presence as much as possible. it was relevantly silent in the small room before jana speaks out.

“so azzi, we saw you getting real cozy with that blonde girl at the bar,” she says, a smile on her face.

azzi’s eyes widen as she throws a fast glance at paige, “uh, not really, no.”

paige’s mouth is ajar, her eyes flashing with visible anger she’s trying desperately to hold back. why did jana have to bring her up? she couldn’t catch a damn break.

her fingers dig into her palms, nails creating marks. she shifts uncomfortably in her spot.

“you sure? you two would look good together,” kk adds, drunkenly smiling as well.

before azzi has a chance to reply, paige was already getting up from her spot. she couldn’t listen another word of this conversation. she reaches the door, yanks it open, and exits the room, leaving the other girls confused and concerned.

not even a minute passes before azzi jumps up too, rushing after paige. she opens the door to see paige walking down the hall at a rapid pace.

“paige,” azzi says loud enough for the older girl to hear.

paige’s head whips around, turning to look at her. her face is unreadable, yet her jaw clenches, exposing her frustration.

“i don’t want to hear it, azzi,” paige closes her eyes, trying to visibly calm herself.

“you don’t want to hear what?” azzi raises her eyebrows, shrugging her shoulders.

“about you flirting with that girl. you really think i don’t remember?” paige responds, an edge to her voice.

“i remember it, too, you know. i remember everything,” azzi begins, stepping closer to the older girl. “i’m sorry for how everything went down that night.”

paige’s eyes flash with a mix of sadness and anger. “god, azzi, how can you pretend like nothing happened? is it really that easy for you?”

azzi scrunches her eyebrows, “what—“

“well i can’t, azzi. i can’t when everytime i look at you, every single detail from that night all rushes back. you act like it didn’t even matter, like i didn’t matter. did it really mean that little to you? did i mean that little to you? because it meant everything to me!” paige’s voice breaks and azzi swears her heart cracks open.

azzi’s heart lunges in her heart, her throat grows dry. guilt floods her features, “paige, i—“

paige shakes her head, “no, you don’t get it. you don’t get it, azzi. it meant everything to me,” she whispers, repeating her words. “you mean everything to me. how do you not see that? and now i feel.. i feel like i’m just standing here, waiting for you to say something— to show you care. i can’t keep pretending like i don’t care, az, because i do. i care too much. for you.”

azzi continues to stand there staring at paige; her cheeks were pink, mouth slightly open in shock at paige’s vulnerability. she moves forward, closing their distant so they’re mere inches apart.

“i’m so sorry i made you feel like you meant nothing to me. i promise you it’s the complete opposite,” she reaches out, gently cupping paige’s face in her hands. slowly, she closes their distant further, until their foreheads are resting together, both of them breathing in sync.

“you’re not nothing to me, paige. you’re everything. i’ve always cared, more than you could know. i was just so scared to ruin everything and change how things were,” azzi continues, “and i’m so fucking sorry for saying ‘forget about it.’ i didn’t mean it. and i definitely didn’t forget about it, either,” a small smile tugs at her lips.

paige places her hand on azzi’s hip, pulling their bodies flush together. “yeah, that was a shitty thing to say.”

azzi playfully rolls her eyes, “i mean.. you did agree..”

paige moves her free hand to the back of the younger girl’s head, treading in her curls, “oh, shut up.”

and just as azzi’s about to respond, paige leans in and kisses her. the kiss is the same intensity as last time— but filled with more passion, more meaning. the world seems to fade away around them as azzi deepens the kiss, feeling the warmth of paige’s lips and the tremble in her body.

azzi feels the softness of paige’s lips, the way she fits against hers perfectly. it’s as if the tension, the distance they created between them, was never even there— everything clicks into place in a way that feels both new and familiar all at once.

they pull away just enough to look at each other, their foreheads touching once again, breathing in sync. azzi brushes her thumb over paige’s cheekbone as she looks into her blue eyes.

“um, wanna go to—“

“fuck yeah,” paige beams, never letting go of azzi’s frame.

the walk back to azzi’s dorm has never felt longer for the two girls. the sexual tension in the air was thick as paige’s hunger for azzi only heightened.

azzi opens the door and shoves paige inside, slamming it behind her all with a grin on her face. paige matches her smile as she yanks off her shirt, unclipping her bra in the process.

azzi connects their lips in a matter of seconds. she feels paige’s tongue enter her mouth, so she swirls hers against the older girl’s. a soft groan exits azzi’s mouth.

“fuck, az,” paige murmurs against her lips, frantically trying to pull azzi’s sweatshirt off her frame.

azzi assists paige with removing her clothing, also unclipping her own bra as well. paige’s eyes flick to the freshman’s nice breasts before she connects her mouth with a nipple.

azzi leans her head back in pleasure, holding paige’s and gently gripping her blonde locks. her eyes roll back with her mouth ajar.

their bodies fall onto azzi’s bed, remaining flush against the others. paige’s lips quickly find azzi’s once more with a sense of urgency and intensity.

paige kisses down azzi’s neck, carefully sucking on her skin, working her way down her chest until she reaches her pants.

“can i?” paige questions her, eyes flicking up to azzi’s.

azzi desperately nods, “yeah. fuck yes.”

paige lets out a small chuckle at the brunette’s reaction, then focuses her attention onto pulling down her pants and yanking off her underwear all in a swift motion.

paige places a delicate kiss on the inside of azzi’s thigh causing azzi’s body to shiver. a small gasp escapes azzi when paige’s lips attach to her clit, rubbing repeated circles over her wet folds.

“oh my god, yeah, don’t stop,” azzi says breathlessly, biting back a moan.

paige grins against azzi’s pussy as she plunges two fingers deep into her. the moan the younger girl’s been holding back escapes her lips once paige’s hand begins moving at a faster, more rapid pace.

“fuck, i’m gonna come,” the brunette’s eyes roll back in pleasure, gripping the sheets with her fingers.

a familiar feeling erupts in azzi’s stomach as she releases, spilling out all over paige’s fingers.

a moment of silence passes between the two girls, both trying to steady their breathing. paige looks up at azzi, locks eye contact as she places her dripping fingers into her mouth, sucking them clean.

paige lowers her head so her lips graze azzi’s slightly shaking thighs, peppering little kisses, trailing to her stomach, all the way back to her lips.

“you’re so beautiful, baby,” paige whispers against her full lips, treading her hand through azzi’s curls.

azzi’s breath catches in her throat, her heart fluttering at paige’s sweet words. a shy smile creeps onto her lips as she flips paige, getting on top.

azzi nuzzles her face into paige’s neck, sucking and kissing on the skin. a tug on paige’s sweatpants causes the blonde’s head to snap down in azzi’s direction.

“you don’t have to,” paige says.

azzi’s grin only grows, dimples popping out on both cheeks. “i want to.” a bundle of curse words leave paige’s mouth as azzi yanks down her pants, underwear coming with it.

hours have passed but paige and azzi continue to lay side by side in azzi’s bed, naked limbs tangled up with one another’s. their hands are entwined— eyelids barely staying open as exhausted sets in.

“what are we?” paige asks softly, rubbing her thumb over the brunette’s.

azzi turns her head, gaze locking onto paige’s, “whatever you want us to be.”

“so if i asked you to be my girlfriend, you’d say yes?” paige whispers, uncertainty laced in her tone.

azzi’s lips curve into a tender, reassuring smile, “if you said that.. i’d say i’ve been waiting for you to ask.”

the sophomore lets out a gentle breath of relief, eyes crinkling as her face breaks out into a wide grin. paige connects their lips into a passionate, warm kiss— the type of kiss that feels like coming home. her heart races, her thoughts swirling, yet all she could focus on was azzi— her soft, smooth skin against hers, the feel of her full lips, the warmth radiating off her.

god, did she love her.

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You’re mine, you know that. Pt.2

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**Summary - Billy takes you home after Tommy H’s chaotic party. Despite his peaceful presence in your bed the next morning, you’re consumed by doubt. ���What if he’s wrong about Steve?’. You decide to take it upon yourself to find out the truth, leaving your boyfriend, Billy. Extremely angry. Angry/Jealous Billy.

**Trigger Warnings - Slight mentions of blood, violence towards Steve and swearing. Light mention of kissing and possessive nature. I think that’s all.

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The morning after Tommy H’s party hit like a tone of bricks. Sunlight stabbed through the gap in the curtains, each ray a tiny hammer against your skull. A migraine, a souvenir from last night’s chaos, throbbed behind your eyes. You fumbled for the bedside drawer, your fingers clumsy as you searched for the familiar comfort of painkillers. You successfully found the small white oval and winced at the chalky taste as you gulped it down with stale water that had been sitting for most of the night.

Rolling over, you found Billy tangled in the sheets, his face relaxed in sleep. The remains of last night’s brawl were more apparent than ever. A bruise bloomed purple and angry across his swollen cheekbone, the dry blood a grim reminder of the fight. Steve must’ve really landed a hard punch on him. Your gaze lingered on Billy, the man who wore his heart on his sleeve and would risk everything for you if he had to. Carefully, you reached out, your fingertips tracing the curve of his jaw, mindful not to wake him. His mullet, usually styled with such care and perfection, was now a mess of loose , sweaty curls that framed his face.

His chest rose and fell with each breath, the rhythm slow and steady. You watched him, memorizing the details of his face, the way his eyelashes fluttered against his skin. Then, a deeper breath, a shift in his posture and his big blue eyes fluttering open, meeting yours. The sleepiness in them quickly faded, replaced by a soft, familiar warmth. In that moment, the pounding in your head seemed to quiet, replaced by the soft words that came next…

"Good morning, sweethear—ouch! Shit!" Billy winced, harshly brushing the curls from his face and accidentally swiping the dark bruise Steve had gifted him. "Motherfucker!" He muttered, a low growl rumbling in his chest.

"Well, good morning to you too.” (Y/N) replied, her voice laced with sarcasm. "How'd you sleep?" She questioned.

"Slept good, always do when I'm with you and away from home. What about you? Feel any better?" He asked as he propped himself up on an elbow, his shiny blue eyes glistening while searching yours.

"Yeah, yeah, sure. I just-“ You tucked a small strand of hair behind your ear, a nervous habit that masked your anxiety. "I just have a migraine." (Y/N) finally responded, the lie feeling heavy on her tongue.

In truth, you felt far from better. Sure, having Billy plonked beside you was a comfort, a distraction to the chaos of your thoughts. But the same questions kept swirling, a loop that kept spinning in your mind.

*What if Steve doesn't like me as more than friend and Billy got it all wrong? What if he was only trying to give me a friendly hug because he was worried? Or what if-*

Your thoughts were suddenly cut off as Billy grunted, shifting his weight to hover over you, placing both elbows carefully beside your head. He began to gently play with the loose strands of hair that fell perfectly beside your face, twirling one around his finger as let a slight smile spread across his face.

“You're beautiful.” He exclaimed, his voice filled with a genuine awe that always caught you off guard. “And I wish I could stay here all day, but I gotta go and look for Maxine, make sure she's not hanging around with that Sinclair kid and those other freaks.” He huffed, his tone shifting from tender to protective.

Billy would never admit it, but deep down he cared for Maxine. He didn't want her to suffer at the hands of any man the way his mother had to, but what he didn't realise, was that his words cut deep every time he shouted or tried to control her, chipping away at her self esteem and repeating the very cycle of abuse he fought so hard to prevent.

Max trusted you, she loved having you around Billy. She knew you grounded him, kept him from going too far and most of all , she loved hanging out with you. Billy hated the idea of it, though. His step sister and his girlfriend hanging out, not knowing the many secrets you had both shared. But then again, you were Max's friend first, way before you ever knew Billy. He'd grill her every time he picked her up from the arcade, asking her who you were and where you were from. It became part of his routine until finally, you were his. He loved you deeply, from the moment he laid eyes on you for the very first time and that, you knew, would never change.

"Okay, okay. Go and get in the shower and change into some clean clothes, preferably NOT the ones covered in blood and beer.” (Y/N) demanded, trying to inject a playful tone into her voice.

A soft chuckle left Billy’s mouth as he brushed your hair away from your face, the redness and swelling from his knuckles were yet another reminder of the previous night. He placed a quick , soft kiss on your forehead before hobbling towards the bathroom.

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As Billy stood peacefully in the shower, the sound of the water a steady rhythm against the tiles, you found your thoughts drifting back to Steve, an unwelcome tide pulling you deep under. A sharp pain of guilt twisted in your stomach, a sense of betrayal for even thinking about Steve while Billy was just a few feet away. Yet, the questions Billy's accusations had raised were something you couldn’t ignore, playing on repeat in your mind like a broken record.

You sat at the edge of the bed, the mattress dipping slightly under your weight and reached for Billy's shirt. It was one of those ridiculously oversized ones he favored, it swallowed your frame as you slipped it on. The familiar scent of his cheap cologne clung to the fabric, a comforting yet unsettling reminder of the present. An unhappy moan escaped your lips, a sound heavy with confusion and doubt. You flopped backwards onto the bed, leaving your legs to dangle off of the edge. The ceiling swam into focus, a blank canvas for your swirling thoughts.

The realization hit you with the force of a physical blow. You needed to talk to Steve. The thought sent a shiver down your spine. How could you even begin to explain this to Billy? Was it even the right thing to do? Doubt gnawed at you, but the feeling that Billy was wrong, that there had to be some misunderstanding, pushed you forward. You and Steve had been friends for years, a bond that was built on support and understanding, along with the many memories and experiences you both shared. The idea that he would be in love with you, that Billy's accusations held any truth, felt impossible to believe with the Steve you knew.

Rubbing your palms down your face, you pushed yourself up, tilting your head back as if it would clear the fog in your mind. A decision had been made and you knew what you had to do next, the weight of it settling heavily in your chest.

The bathroom door swung open and Billy burst into the bedroom, a whirlwind of energy disrupting the heavy atmosphere. He was a man on a mission, rummaging through the pile of clothes he kept at your place, a chaotic collection of his favorite pieces. He moved with a lively energy, oblivious to the storm brewing within you, the anxiety that clung to you like a second skin. You watched him, a silent observer as he pieced together his outfit, his movements too quick for you to catch his attention.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he stood tall, towering over you, a vision in denim on denim. A tight, white tank top that he knew you loved, a blue denim jacket, perfectly tailored to his muscular frame which he paired with jeans in the same shade, a daring combination that somehow worked on him. The jeans were a curious mix of tight and baggy, clinging to his thighs before loosening around his calves, a style that was uniquely Billy. You knew he would complete the look with his black buckle boots, adding an edge to the already bold look when he reached the bottom of the stairs.

You followed him down, your heart pounding in your chest, a desperate plea building within you. You needed to talk to him, to voice the doubts and fears that were consuming you. But as you opened your mouth, the words caught in your throat, choked by a sudden wave of uncertainty. You stood there, paralyzed, as Billy slipped on his boots so casually, the sound echoing in the hallway, each thud a hammer blow to your migraine that had almost left your head.

He turned to face you, a smirk playing on his lips. He loved the way you looked up at him, your petite frame so fragile by his tall, broad and toned body. It fueled his protective instincts, made him feel like your personal bodyguard, a role he secretly took on without your knowledge. Although, you kind of got the feeling after the first, second , third, however many times he’d beat someone ass for you. You knew he would never admit it, his ego was already inflated enough, but you found a strange comfort in his possessive nature. You had craved that feeling of safety your entire life, and now, unexpectedly, you had found it in the arms of Billy Hargrove.

"I'll see you later, babe.” He said, his voice a low rumble as he pulled you close, cradling your head against his chest.

The keys to his Camaro jingled in his other hand as he wrapped his arm around your back, pulling you tighter.

“I'm going to grab Maxine and take her home. Then I'll probably work out a little in the living room before I come back. I've been here almost a week, I'm slacking." He added with slight sarcasm followed by a giggle.

You looked up at him, your eyes searching his until they met yours, a flicker of warmth in their depths.

“Okay.” (Y/N) managed to say, her voice barely above a whisper. "Be nice to Maxine for me, okay?" She added.

"Yeah, yeah maybe, I love you, see you later sweetheart." He added.

He cupped your face in his hands, his touch surprisingly gentle and leaned down to kiss you, his lips lingering on yours for a moment before he turned and opened the door. As it closed behind him, you let out a deep sigh, a mixture of relief and a crushing weight of anxiety that swirled within you.

Without a moment's hesitation, you rushed to the phone that hung on the wall of the stairs. You gripped it tightly and brought it to the side of your face, brushing it underneath the hair that fell beside your ear and began to dial Steve's number, your fingers trembling slightly as you punched in the digits you’d memorised a lifetime ago. Halfway through, you paused, the weight of your actions pressing down on you. But then, with a renewed sense of determination, you completed the number, the dial tone buzzing in your ear as you waiting patiently with a newfound fear.

The phone crackled to life and Steve's voice, laced with a comforting warmth, cut through the silence.

“Hello?" He said, the word hanging in the air like a question mark.

Time seemed to stretch, each second weighing on the rapid beat of your heart. The words you needed to say felt trapped, a jumbled mess behind your teeth, until finally, you managed a shaky,

“Hey, Steve, it's-"

He didn't let you finish.

"(Y/N)! Hey, I could recognize that voice from a million blocks away, what's up?" He said in shock.

You hesitated, desperately searching for the right words, the perfect explanation that wouldn't expose the tangled mess of your emotions.

“Can you come and get me? We could, I don't know, maybe go to the diner and talk?" The words tumbled out of (Y/N’s) mouth, soft but hesitant.

Panic flared as soon as the question left your lips. You clamped a hand over your mouth, eyebrows raising which caused a small wrinkle to appear as the two front ends met and your eyes widening in a silent scream. *Shit, shit, shit, why did I just say that! Billy is going to kill me! What is wrong with me!* The thought of Billy's reaction sent a shiver down your spine, a cold reminder of the potential consequences of your impulsive decision.

"Of course, be there in 10?" Steve's easy agreement only intensified your guilt.

"Yeah, yeah sure, see you then.” (Y/N) mumbled, the words barely making sense as she jumbled them.

As you hung up the phone, you bent your head forward, a sigh escaping your lips like a deflated balloon. The weight of your actions pressed down on you, a suffocating blanket of uncertainty. Why had you asked Steve to the diner? Especially after the fight with Billy. It felt like a betrayal, a secret mission that could shatter the fragile peace you'd managed to build. Well… through complete silence, you hadn't even spoken to Billy about the fight, so knowing you were about to speak to Steve before your own boyfriend made you feel more uneasy than ever.

You scurried up the stairs, each step muffled by the worn, grey carpet beneath your feet. Entering your bedroom, you were immediately hit by the scent of your boyfriend that coated the air with a mix of his cigarettes and cheap cologne. The familiar smell usually a comfort, now twisted in your stomach, replaced by a guilt that you’d never felt before.

You rummaged through your wardrobe and looked for anything that screamed ‘Billy approved’. Tight dresses and revealing tops were tossed aside with a frustrated sigh. Finally, your fingers brushed against a pair of small white shorts, followed by a skinny, figure hugging white tank top to match. You didn't bother searching for a jacket, instead, you plucked one of Billy's many denim jackets from his chaotic pile. The denim was stiff and faded, carrying the faint imprint of his rebellious spirit. It was far too big, swallowing your frame yet again, but wearing it made you feel less exposed and guilty. It felt as if you were bringing a piece of him along, a silent promise of loyalty.

As you shrugged the jacket over your shoulders, the weight of the denim felt both comforting and suffocating. The oversized sleeves drooped past your wrists and the collar scratched against your neck, but you didn't mind. It was a shield, a barrier against the unknown, a reminder of the overwhelming emotions swirling within you. With a deep breath, you glanced at yourself in the mirror, a stranger staring back with heavy eyes.

You cocked your head, a flicker of dread washing over you as you heard Steve's car pull into the drive. The beep of the horn, a casual signal of his arrival, felt like a starting gun, launching you into a whirlwind of nervous energy. You glanced at the mirror one last time, your reflection of tangled hair and harsh emotions. There was no time for perfection, instead, you quickly gathered your locks, twisting them into a messy bun on top of your head with few strands escaping and framing your face.

Whirling around, you headed for the stairs, each step steady and at a slow pace with shaky breaths, trying to anchor yourself and block out the guilt you felt inside.

Reaching the bottom of the stairs, you rolled up the sleeves of Billy's denim jacket, the rough fabric grazing your skin. You bent down next to the front door after spotting your white Converse shoes that were patiently waiting for you. You slipped them on with a slight struggle and laced them up quickly. You felt a sense of readiness begin to take over and stood up straight and firm.

With standing up, you tugged the denim jacket down with confidence, the weight of the fabric a small reminder of your strength. You met your own gaze in the reflection of the glass pane in the door, offering yourself an encouraging nod.

“Okay, I'm ready.” (Y/N) whispered as she reached for the door handle and stepped out into the uncertain world that awaited her.

Steve’s head bobbed down to peer through the window of the car, catching sight of you standing by the door, ready to open it.

“Hey you.” He said, lowering his black square sunglasses to the tip of his nose and glancing over them with a playful look.

“Hey.” You replied, opening the door and sliding into the front seat.

The car ride to the diner felt long and silent, the air thick with unspoken words, only broken by the soft hum of 80’s music playing in the background.

When you finally arrived at the diner, Steve got out of the driver's seat and rounded the car to meet you at the passenger door, opening it wide with a gentle gesture.

“Come on, out you get.” He said softly.

You stepped out of the car and linked arms with him, looking up with a smile. But that same smile quickly faded when he took off his sunglasses, revealing the aftermath of the fight with Billy. Steve's face was a canvas of multiple cuts on his nose, cheeks, and forehead, bruises coloring his skin and his bottom lip was swollen. Despite the pain etched across his features, he managed to smile back at you.

“Damn, he really did a number on you, huh? I’m so sorry, Steve.” (Y/N) said, concern lacing her voice.

“Don’t apologise, (Y/N), it’s not your fault. I had it coming, honestly. I shouldn’t have grabbed you like that in front of him, or at all really. I’m the one who should be sorry, not you.” He replied, his voice steady despite the situation.

As you reached the doors of the diner, Steve held one open for you, allowing you to pass through them first. He let you choose a booth and once you settled in, you both sat at opposite ends, facing each other. The seats were a faded red and white shade of leather, the color slowly wearing off and the menu was old and sticky, but Steve knew it was your favorite place to eat waffles.

“What are you having? Waffles?” He said with a smirk, followed by a playful eye roll from you.

You gave him a smile back, but then quickly discarded it.

“Actually, I think I’ll just take a milkshake if that’s okay.” You responded, trying to mask your nerves.

“No, no, don’t give me that bullshit (Y/N), say what you wanna say to me, but you’re eating, even if it’s something other than waffles.” He demanded, his tone teasing yet firm.

“Fine, I’ll take the damn waffles.” (Y/N) added with a scoff and a smirk.

“Extra cream, extra everything, I know, I know.” Steve giggled, his laughter infectious.

Steve ordered for the both of you, he chose the same crazy dish. Waffles with extra everything and two creamy vanilla milkshakes topped with vibrant red cherries. He always gave you his cherry, he knew just how much you adored them. A few moments passed and your order had arrived, steaming and delicious. You took your fork and began stabbing at your food, desperately trying to find the right words to say. You sipped your vanilla milkshake, savoring the sweetness and popped both cherries into your mouth, you noticed Steve watching you closely.

“Jesus (Y/N), what is going on? You’ve barely said a word. You almost didn’t eat when it was you who wanted to come to the diner in the first place. I know you want to say something to me, so what is it?” Steve questioned, concern etched on his face.

You took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the moment.

“Do you like me?” (Y/N) blurted out at a rapid pace, the words tumbling out before she could stop them.

“Of course, why wouldn’t I li-” Steve started, but you cut him off.

“No, Steve, do you like me, you know, more than a friend?” (Y/N) questioned.

“Urm- what, I, uh…” Steve stammered, scratching the back of his neck in a nervous habit.

Eventually, he looked up, his eyes locking with yours, only to glance down again with a sigh.

“Yeah, I do, damn it!” Steve whispered towards the end, the confession hanging in the air between you like a fragile promise.

"Listen, this doesn't have to ruin our friendship, right? We can still come to the diner, can't we? Still hang out and do normal things. We can just forget about it all, and we ca-“ (Y/N) cut him off for the second time, a knot forming in her stomach.

“Steve, why didn't you tell me? And why did Billy know before I did?" She asked, her voice firm and her eyes wide with confusion.

Steve scoffed, a flash of anger in his eyes.

“We were at practice. He was showing off, being a jerk on the court. Tommy thought it would be hilarious to tell him I had a crush on you. He literally stopped, paused, mid game and glared those huge, creepy eyes into the back of my skull. Anyway, he told me to stay the fuck away from you and made it very clear that there are 'plenty of bitches in the sea' and to stay clear of his."

"Shit.” (Y/N) breathed, burying her face in her hands, the weight of the situation crashing down.

No wonder Billy was so pissed last night. Everything started to piece together like a messed up puzzle.

You and Steve talked for a little while longer, the diner sounds fading into the background as you decided to finish your food and try to forget about it all for now. Even though confusion swirled within you, Steve always found a way to make you laugh. Giggles bubbled up from the both of you, so loud that you didn't notice the intimidating roar of Billy's Camaro as it pulled into the diner's parking lot.

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Billy’s pov-

Billy sighed and glanced over at Maxine in the passenger seat.

“Are you sure this is a good idea, shitbird?.” Billy asked, a hint of doubt in his voice.

“Yeah! Of course! If she's still upset, ice cream will definitely cheer her up. Seriously, don't you know anything about women?" Maxine scoffed, rolling her eyes playfully.

Instead of taking Max home, they somehow ended up in a deep conversation about (Y/N) and the events of last night. Max had suggested that ice cream was always a great way to lift her spirits. But Billy wasn't prepared for the scene that awaited him. He turned his head toward the diner and muttered,

“Okay, fine, this better work."

He started to open the door of his beloved Camaro and as he looked up, his eyes narrowed, squinting as he focused on the figures inside. He spotted you sitting across from Steve, laughing and chatting away.

“What, the fuck, is that about?" He exclaimed, his voice laced with disbelief.

“What-oh shit, Billy, wait!" Maxine shouted, realizing the situation.

Billy was already darting out of the car, his expression darkening. Maxine hurried after him.

“I'm sure there's a good enough explanation, Billy. Just get back in the car, come on.” Max tried to reassure him, her voice riddled with concern.

“Fuck off Max, get back in the car! This is none of your business.” He shouted, his frustration more clear than ever.

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(Y/N’s) pov-

Billy swung the door of the diner open with a force that startled everyone inside, the bell above the entrance jingling nervously. You jolted in your seat, lifting your eyes to meet his intense gaze.

“Shit!” (Y/N) exclaimed, her heart racing.

“Yeah, shit.” Billy replied, his voice low and steady as he locked his gaze onto yours while standing completely still.

He flicked his tongue across his bottom lip in a rapid, intimidating manner, a smile creeping onto his face that sent a shiver down your spine. His eyes burned with an unsettling glaze of anger as they shifted to Steve, who sat across from you.

“So, that ass beating I gave you wasn’t enough for you to stay the fuck away from my girl, huh? What, do I have to do it again Harrington?” Billy's words dripped with venom, each syllable sharp and cutting.

“Billy, stop! You promised there would be no more fighting.” (Y/N) pleaded, quickly covering her eyes with her hand, unable to bear the weight of the stares from everyone in the diner, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

“Yeah, that was before you ran off to a diner with Steve fucking Harrington the second I left your house.” He shot back, his voice rising with anger. “And to top it all off, you knew his intentions and you still came here.” He added.

“Billy, it’s not like that! I needed to know for myself if it was true and yes, you were right, it was. But we’ve put it all behind us and we’re moving forward. We’re just going to continue as friends and forget anything was ever said.” (Y/N) insisted, desperation creeping into her voice.

“Oh really? So let me get this straight…” He sneered, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “I beat a guy's ass for flirting with my girl, I tell her his intentions, then I find her in a diner, wearing booty shorts and the most revealing fucking tank top you could’ve chosen, laughing and giggling with the same person I warned her about.” He chuckled darkly, the sound sending a chill through the air. “Oh, but it’s okay…” He mocked. “Because now they’ve decided to forget about it and move forward as friends.” He added.

“Billy, stop, please.” (Y/N) begged, her heart sinking at his words.

They cut deep, especially since you had carefully chosen an outfit you thought he would approve of, taking his feelings into consideration and finishing the outfit off with his denim jacket. But in that moment, it felt like none of that mattered to him.

"Get up. Now, we're leaving.” Billy demands harshly.

“Come on, man. Go easy on her.” Steve adds cautiously, causing yours and Maxine’s jaws to drop wide.

Billy laughs mockingly and glances over at Steve with a sneer.

“What, you're her fucking bodyguard now? Gonna do something, Harrington, huh?" Billy asks tauntingly.

“Billy, stop.” Maxine begs, her voice laced with anxiety as she tugs at his arm.

Billy pulls away from her with a violent jerk and strides heavily towards Steve, slamming his hand on the table and leaning over him, completely invading his personal space.

“No, no, I wanna hear what ‘King Steve’ has to say to me. That’s what they used to call you huh, then you turned bitch.” Billy mocks, again. His voice dripping with sarcasm.

The diner slowly starts filling with nervous whispers and the sound of scurrying footsteps attempting to leave the diner, leaving echoes through the room.

“Hey man, I'm calling the cops.” A waiter said, his voice trembling slightly.

Billy didn't care, didn't bat an eyelid, didn't flinch at all, his focus solely on Steve.

“I told you to stay away from her.” Billy said with his voice dipping dangerously low into a husky whisper before grabbing Steve by the collar and pinning him roughly against the window of the second booth.

He looks over at you, his father's uncontrollable anger taking over, forgetting his promise not to fight.

“And you, you disobeyed me... And you know what happens when you disobey me. I break things.” Billy said, his eyes filled with a cold fury.

He dragged Steve out of the booth and onto the grimy floor, kicking him brutally in the stomach. Steve gasped and scoffed in pain. You stood up shakily from your seat in the booth and looked up to see Billy standing tall, smiling cruelly, as he looked right back at you with raw anger in his eyes.

"We are fucking done.” (Y/N) insisted, her voice trembling but firm.

Billy's eyebrows knit together in confusion, his eyes widening slightly.

"What.” He asked softly, almost disbelievingly.

You barged past him, hitting him hard on the arm on your way out. "Done, over, we're fucking through, Billy. Don't ever talk to me again.” (Y/N) shouts, her voice cracking with emotion as she opens the door and turns to face Billy one last time.

“Don't call me, don't show up at my house, nothing, we're finished… Sorry, Max.” She added sadly with her heart aching.

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Billy’s pov-

Billy's eyes start to tear up, he still hasn't blinked, trying to understand what just happened. He wished he didn't let you walk away but in that moment he was trying to process everything that you had just said to him. Steve hurried away, unnoticed by Billy. When Billy gathered his thoughts, he realised what had just happened. His biggest fear came to life. He lost you. His girl, his life, gone, within a sudden, split second. He pinches his nose and sniffs up, wiping the tear that had escaped from his eye and rolled onto his cheek.

"Shit, shit, shit!" He said through gritted teeth, his voice filled with regret.

“Billy, let's go before the cops arrive, idiot.” Maxine mumbles, her voice cracking as she does it.

Billy races to his Camaro, Maxine reluctantly entering the passenger side. He slumps down into the drivers seat and starts hitting the wheel of the car with the palms of his bare hands in frustration.

“Fuck, shit, fuck, why the fuck did I do that, Max, why? Why, fuck!” He shouts, his voice laced with a burning anger that traversed through his veins.

Turning to Max, his expression was desperate. Max had a daunting feeling that he was about to blame her and give her grief the whole ride home. A worrying look spread across her face when Instead, he did something he never has before, at least not in front of Max. He cried, sobbed, uncontrollably, his arms wrapped tightly around his steering wheel as he burrowed his head deep inside. His father told him crying was a weakness, he’d call Billy a ‘pussy’ and make fun of him for trying to show any kind of emotion. Max knew that and also understood it perfectly. So did you. He loved that he could be so vulnerable around you without the fear of being judged, but now, you were gone.

“Come on, Billy, let's just go home.” Max said softly, her voice filled with a mix of pity and helplessness.

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(Y/N’s) pov-

A week had passed since you last spoke to Billy and the silence was suffocating, wrapping around you like a heavy wall of fog. It was driving you both insane, but Billy had it worse off than you did, his mind a chaotic storm of thoughts and regrets. He chain smoked cigarettes and drowned himself in booze in an attempt to numb the pain he couldn’t escape. He pushed his body to its limits every time he worked out in the comfort of his own living room, muscles straining and heart racing, focusing on the physical agony to distract himself from the internal agony of emotions that whirled inside of him.

Helplessness gnawed at him, he tried calling you, quite frequently, but each unanswered call felt like a dagger to his heart. He often found himself outside your house, staring at the front door or peering through the window from a distance, hoping for a glimpse of you or any other signs that you were home. But every time he left, it was with the bitter taste of disappointment, his mind racing with questions that spiraled into dark corners. Where were you? And who were you with?

You missed Billy, too. The memories flooded your mind like a nostalgic tide. sleeping next to him, the warmth of his body, the laughter shared over movie marathons or the simple joy of just being together. But the hurt lingered, a sharp reminder of that day when he had shown up unannounced, causing chaos in front of everyone, not even bothering to hear your side. It felt like a betrayal and the sting of embarrassment still echoed in your heart.

You knew he missed you, probably more than you missed him. You were the light in his crazy, upside down world, the one who kept him grounded when everything else felt like it was spinning out of control. The week passed in a haze of sadness, tears soaking into the softness of your pillow as you cried for the loss of what you once had. Nancy was your shoulder to cry on, her presence comforting in your moments of despair. You went to the mall, though each outing wash just a brief distraction, a way to escape the reality of your heartache. You avoided Steve, not wanting to face the questions that might arise, but you kept in touch with Maxine.

Each time Maxine returned from visiting you, she faced the mountain of questions that flooded from Billy’s mouth, his worry noticeable.

“Where were you? Did you see her? Is she okay? Who was there? Does she need me?” He’d ask frequently.

Max offered reassurance, but it felt like whispers against the roaring storm of his anxiety. She would tell him you were fine, that you probably just needed some space, but to Billy, it felt like the end. You were gone, for good, and he couldn’t accept that reality.

As you lay in bed, the clock struck midnight and a wave of longing washed over you. The thought of a midnight snack flickered in your mind but the ache of missing Billy was too overwhelming. It tugged at your heart, urging you to reach out. You decided you’d give him a call. With a deep breath, you stood up, the weight of his old shirt heavy in your hands as you threw it across your back, a light reminder of the bond you once shared. You moved towards the window to shut out the draft seeping in through the slight opening until you saw a tall, dark shadow standing before you.

It was Billy.

He'd climbed onto the garage roof and was now standing at your window. In one hand, he clutched your favorite jacket of his. The thought of you being cold, not wrapped in it, was unbearable, so he brought it over, hoping it would break the ice and allow him to apologize. He wanted you back and wouldn't let anything stand in his way.

And if he couldn't have you, no one could.

"Billy . what are you doing here?" (Y/N) whispered, tears welling in her eyes.

“Hey, sweetheart, I uh- I brought you my jacket. It's cold out, I thought you might… I thought you might want it- I just thought- I don't know, here." He sighed, passing the jacket to you, his words heavy with the wall of fog that formed around his head as he spoke in the crisp of the cold nights air.

“Oh, Thanks.” (Y/N) replied reluctantly.

“Listen, uh-“ Billy began, scratching at the back of his neck.

“I'm going crazy over here. I can't- I . Please, can I come in?" He begged, his voice thick with desperation.

You paused, allowing him to gently brush a strand of hair behind your ear, his thumb swiping across your bottom lip, desperate to latch onto them.

“Please, sweetheart, I miss you so much. I know you don't want this.” He pleaded.

“Okay.” (Y/N) responded softly.

Billy climbed through the window, landing with a soft thud and shutting it quietly behind him. Before you could speak, he placed a finger on your lips, shushing you and pulled you into a tight, warm hug.

“I'm so sorry, baby. I know you hate it when I fight and I shouldn't have made a promise I couldn't keep, but I thought I could. I could do it in any other situation, I swear I could but when someone's around you with bad intentions, I can't let that slide, I just. I can't.” he said, his voice laced with regret.

“You didn't even hear me out, Billy.” (Y/N) cried into his chest.

“I know, I know, baby and I'm so sorry. I just, I see fucking red, you know? I'm sorry.” He said softly.

You nodded, wanting the conversation to end, feeling even sleepier than before. Sleep had been a nightmare all week, but now, with Billy here , holding you closely, his low, husky voice was dragging you deeper into drowsiness.

“And I didn't wear slutty clothes.” (Y/N) stated angrily. "I was wearing your denim jacket over the top, so it felt like you were with me, but you didn't notice that, clearly." She added.

"I noticed, sweetheart. And you looked fucking great in it too.” He smirked, brushing his thumb across your cheek. “I just got so angry, i'm sorry, think you can forgive me?" He asked, eyebrows raised in question.

You nodded again and he continued to speak.

“Soooo, you wanna be my girlfriend again?" He chuckled.

“Mhm, sure.” (Y/N) said hazily, drifting in and out of consciousness.

“Good, you didn't have a choice anyway. I would've camped in the garage until I got a yes.” He joked.

You turned towards your bed, desperately pulling Billy with you.

"Woah, woah, slow down. You're okay. I'm here.” He reassured, whirling you back around to face him.

A sudden flush of worry painted across his face as he noticed your deep read, bloodshot eyes.

“Have you been sleeping?" He questioned.

You shook your head, exhausted.

“Shit, come on.” He said softly, leading you to the bed and leaving you in his grey oversized shirt that swallowed your frame for the final time.

He carefully removed his boots and scattered his clothes across the floor until he was stripped down to only his shorts. He slid onto the bed, covering himself and you with the soft fabric of the sheets. He pulls you into a tight hug, allowing you to collapse on top of his tall, muscular build, your head resting on his chest, mimicking his breathing, listening to the calm rhythm of his beating heart.

He ran his fingers through your locks of hair and somehow managed to reach for a cigarette from the crumpled pack tucked in his brown leather jacket. He fished them out and plucked one from the front of the pack, wedging it between the fullness of his lips and trying to be discreet. He wasn't supposed to smoke in your room unless the window was cracked open, Billy had foolishly closed it on his way in and didn’t consider the craving he’d have later on. You snatched the cigarette from his puckered lips and threw it across the room.

“No.” (Y/N) stated firmly.

Billy chuckled softly.

“Okay, okay.” He huffed softly, gripping your chin and tilting your head to meet his.

He placed a kiss to your lips, aggressively and desperately. A kiss that spoke of love, need and want. Your wet, tongues collided and you danced yours in a slow, passionate rhythm around the tip of his.

Breaking apart, he smiled, his eyes low and heavy with awe as he gazed at your sleepy ones. He cradled the back of your head against his chest, his voice a soothing rumble.

“Okay, get some sleep, sweetheart. I'm here and I'm not going anywhere. I love you so much." He states.

“I love you too, Billy.” You murmured hazily, drifting into a deep sleep.

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[kingkaisen]

I know it has been said before, but 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐓 definitely seemed like a sweet, innocent, and kind guy. He helped you with your college homework, walked you home afterwards, and genuinely seemed like a good friend.

But, truth be told, when he was finally alone in his room after helping you study all day, the first thing he did was unbuckle his jeans, and pull down his pants.

He started off slowly, rubbing his hard bulge through his underwear as he tried to remember your amazing scent, which still lingered on his clothes from when you hugged him goodbye.

As he glided his fingers up and down his clothed shaft, he moaned softly, a pretty shade of pink dusting his cheeks.

It wasn’t enough, though.

A few minutes later, Armin pulled his sensitive dick out of his boxers, and slowly, he started to stroke his cock with one hand. With the other hand, he opened the photo app on his phone, scrolling until he found the album he created solely of your pics. Some were photos he took himself with you and of you, while others were screenshotted directly from your Instagram page.

And god, just the sight of you made him increase his speed, fucking his fist until biting his lip could no longer suppress his moans.

“y/n,” he whimpered breathlessly, “I need her . . . need her.”

It wasn’t enough, though.

Armin switched his phone off. His pretty blue eyes fluttered closed, and he thought about what it would feel like to actually be with you.

To suck on your sensitive nipples. To kiss you deeply enough to make you gasp for air. To feel your clit melt into his mouth as he sucked on it, making you cum over and over again all over his face and tongue. Then, he’d fuck you — nice and slow, to begin with — and cherish every single thrust. He’d cum inside of you while moaning your name, and do it all over again.

As he imagined it, he started to rub the most sensitive part of his cock, a spot right underneath the head. His moans were so beautiful and sinful. Gripping the sheets next to him, his thighs started to tremble slightly, and your name fell from between his lips over and over again.

“Ahh, y/n, please . . . feels so, so good.”

Ferociously stroking his cock, a loud whine escaping from his throat, his warm orgasm brewed in his belly until he couldn’t hold it in any longer. He came — and he came hard, painting his fist white as he heaved.

God, just the mere thought of you had ropes and ropes of cum spewing out of his cock.

It wasn’t enough, though.

As Armin started to clean himself up, he knew well that he couldn’t handle fucking himself to the thought of you much longer.

He had to fuck you for real, and as he grabbed his phone to shoot you a text message, he could only hope that you felt the same way.

[poetlus]

ROARING ENGINES — streetracer!dabi x gn!reader

SYNOPSIS: Your boyfriend, a streetracing!Dabi, invites you to take a ride with him, which ends in an annoyingly teasing makeout session.

WARNINGS: unsafe driving, needy dabi (<3), slightly suggestive, reader is able to fit in dabi’s lap with ease— i apologize for the lack of plus-sized inclusivity; however, i couldn’t pass up this request!! i am a minor. do NOT interact if you are a stricly mdni account.

W/C: 1.7k

A/N: oh. my days. i love this so bad. I LOVE THIS SO BAD!!!! this was an amazing experience. one of the scenes in this fic was inspired by this scene in fast n furious. UGH. love. anywho, requested by @sepptember , proofread by @ikn9wyou!! follow auggie and alani. they have wonderful ideas.

Your boyfriend wasn’t one for showing off— he was reserved. Didn’t care for most people’s opinions. Unless he was on the road. When Dabi’s speeding down the highway, he wants everyone to hear. Especially you.

You were sitting on your apartment couch, the blue light from the TV shining on your face. You weren’t really even watching the show that was on, moreso doom scrolling through various apps— opening and closing them as though they were a fridge and you were hoping more food would magically appear.

Unfortunately, nothing caught your eye.

You let out a loud sigh, changing positions so you were laying down now. That’s when you heard it.

An engine revved from outside of your apartment complex, loud enough to make you wince at the sound. Then, you got a text.

Butterflies formed in your stomach— an often occurrence when it came to Dabi. Despite him literally being your boyfriend, he never failed to make your stomach do cartwheels any time you even thought about being around him. Your thumbs hovered over your phone, thinking about what to say.

Within seconds, the man hearted your message, as if he was waiting on the chat for you to respond. Your heart fluttered as you shot up from your spot on the couch, rushing to your bedroom to find something to wear.

After an eternity of searching and creating a mess of clothes on your floor, you had found the perfect outfit. You grabbed your phone and left your apartment, locking the door on your way out.

The elevator ride down to the first floor felt 50 years longer than normal— which was both good and bad; good because you got time to calm your stupid nerves, and bad because you didn’t want to wait to see your boyfriend any longer. As soon as you heard the “ding!”, indicating that the elevator had reached the bottom floor, you practically charged out of the building, looking for Dabi’s car.

There it was, the navy blue Camaro ZL1– bass bumping and engine roaring. That was definitely him. You hurried to the passenger door. Dabi rolled down his tinted windows. His cyan eyes seemingly glowed in the streetlight and you swore you were being seduced.

“Gonna get in?” His slightly raspy voice broke the silence.

You carefully opened the door and slid into the passenger seat. Dabi looked at you, awaiting something. You gave him a slightly confused look, likely muddied by the darkness of the night.

“Well? Where’s my kiss, huh?” He asked you, a hint of impatience sewn into his tone. You giggled and pressed a kiss to his cheek. He huffed, apparently not satisfied.

“What was that about?” You asked him.

“Nothin’.” The white haired man brushed it off and tossed you his phone. “You’re on aux.” He told you, you put on one of your favorite playlists— one that consisted of erotic songs. When you pressed the shuffle button, Poison by Brent Faiyaz began playing.

As the song began, Dabi shifted gears from neutral to drive and carefully pulled away from the cramped street.

His caution didn’t last long, though. As soon as he was out of the packed road, he sped up. His engine revved loudly as he did so and he moved his hand from the stick shift to the knob of the radio. He turned the knob to the right, making the music louder. After adjusting it to his liking, he rested his free hand on your thigh. His other was controlling the wheel, though his attention wasn’t fully on it. He was occupied with you. He watched as you hung your head slightly out of the open window, wind blowing your hair out of your face and giving him a perfect view of your features.

How can a singular human being be so flawless?

The man was enamored by you. In his eyes, you were a spectacle. A trophy that he, somehow, had won. And goddamn, was he proud of his trophy.

You looked to see him staring right back at you, making butterflies erupt yet again. In order to hide your fluster, you snapped your fingers at him.

“Eyes back on the road, Dabi.” He hummed in response and looked forward. You faced towards the window again, feeling the cool air on your cheeks. Dabi sped up as the song ended and the next one played. Slow Dancing in the Dark by Joji.

As the engine of his car became white noise, you asked Dabi where you were going.

“Dunno,” He said nonchalantly. “Just driving.” You couldn’t help but smile at Dabi’s voice. You’d play it on repeat if you could.

You began singing along to the radio, making Dabi chuckle. He joined in quietly, unintentionally harmonizing with you.

“Can’t you see? I don’t want to slow dance,” The two of you sang. “In the dark.”

The song continued and you two made conversation, talking about your days and how the two of you missed each other.

“Sorry ‘m so busy, babe.” He apologized. “A lot’s going on with the League right now.” You accepted his apology, because truthfully, that didn’t matter. What mattered was that he was here, with you, in this moment.

The conversation carried on for another 20 minutes, and by now, you were out of the city. Flat, dark farmland stretched out as far as the eye could see. You looked up at the sky from your window— without the light pollution, everything was darker, causing the stars to shine brighter. You stared in awe for a moment at the gorgeous things, mesmerized.

Dabi, finally out of city limits, sped up to 160. You could feel your stomach drop as he sped up. You rolled your window up and said, “Dabi, slow down.” The man smirked.

“Why, ya scared?” He sped up to 180 in a matter of seconds.

“Yes, I am!” You retorted. He pouted mockingly.

“Awh, poor thing.” 185. You smack his arm lightly, making him laugh once more. He finally slowed down. Then, he patted his lap, confusing you slightly. “Well? C’mon.”

“Yeah, right.” You rolled your eyes at him. “While you’re driving?”

“What??” He asks, trying to sound innocent. “I mean it. C’mere.” His eyes were still fixated on the road.

Slightly awkwardly, you crawled over the center console and into his lap— your back was against the door and your head facing his. You smelled his cologne, a hint of vanilla and cinnamon.

Playfully, you dug your nose into the crook of his neck, trying to breathe in all of his scent. He smiled. “You’re ticklin’ me, Y/N.”

“I can’t help it,” you said with your head still buried. “You smell so good!” Another laugh was shared and it was quiet for the moment, the two of you relishing in one another’s peace. That’s when you got your grand idea.

You were going to tease him.

You planted a light kiss on his collarbone, and then another on his neck, and then another on his jaw. You continued this pattern for a minute or two, giving all of your attention to his neck and jaw. Once you seemed to be done, he looked down owards you, expecting you to kiss his lips, but you didn't. Instead, you kissed his cheek and went back to breathing in his scent.

“Y/N.” He said quietly.

“Hm?”

“My lips.” It was as if he thought you forgot, as if he was reminding you; you didn’t forget, though. You smiled semi-mischievously, realizing he hadn’t picked up on your teasing.

You looked up at him again and acted as though you were going to kiss him. To catch him off guard, you paused right before you did so and pecked the corner of his mouth. His face morphed from content to annoyance.

“What?” You tried to sound pure and innocent, as if you didn’t know what you were doing.

“You know what. Kiss my lips.” You couldn’t hide your smirk as he spoke. He almost sounded needy, like he had to have you kiss his lips. You pretended to think for a second. Then, you kissed the corner of his mouth again. He leaned into you this time, trying to make you kiss his lips, but to no avail. You dodged his efforts and continued to pepper smooches everywhere but his mouth.

Dabi groaned, eyeing you with an even more annoyed look than before.

“I don’t want to beg, Y/N, kiss my lips.” He almost demanded. “Not my neck, not my cheek, my lips.” You let out a laugh.

“But it’s so fun when you beg!”

“It’s not fun for me..” He grumbled. You almost felt bad, like you were actually doing something wrong by not kissing him on the mouth— not that that would stop you. When you wanted to do something, you were determined. And that something just so happened to be riling up your boyfriend.

So, you continued kissing him, getting ever so close to his mouth just to pull away at the last second. You could tell Dabi was getting frustrated, and that just made the experience all the more enjoyable. After a few more failed attempts of trying to make out with you, Dabi sighed loudly and sped up his vehicle once again.

“You are such a brat.” He hissed. “Stop teasing me.”

“Why? Is it working?”

“No— ‘ts not working. Cut it out.” Dabi denied.

“Seems like it is..” You mumbled to yourself.

“Only thing it’s doing is pissing me off.” You smiled smugly and cupped his face in your hand.

“Awh, I’m sorry baby.” You mocked his tone from earlier. Finally, you slowly kissed his lips, this time not pulling away.

Dabi leaned into you, perhaps more needily than he intended. He was starving for your touch. Your soft lips on his. His tongue easily slid into your mouth, intertwining with yours.

This man was yearning for you. You knew he wanted you, but damn, you didn’t know he wanted you this badly.

Your hands ran through Dabi’s surprisingly soft hair, massaging his scalp slightly. He was upset he couldn’t give you all of his undivided attention, what with also having to focus on the road. So, he did what any horny guy would do. He pulled over to the side of the road and effortlessly shifted your hips so now you were straddling him.

“Think it’s time to get you back for what you did, love.” He sighed almost maliciously. You were in for a ride, and you had no one to blame but yourself.

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[imyourbratzdoll]

𝒂𝒏 𝒐𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒏 𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒌𝒊𝒅𝒏𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈

🍑peaches world (and the men that just exist in it) masterlist🍑

summary - the beginning on how you were kidnapped by the king of koopa kingdom, buckle in your seatbelts and enjoy the ride, because this will be a smutty rollercoaster.

warning - mentions of cock, kidnapping, inappropriate feelings/thoughts, swearing.

18+ only please, the gif isn’t mine, header created by me.

Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.

You watched your kingdom from above, it was a peaceful day as your people walked around and lived their lives happily. Usually, things were more of a ruckus. With a smile you turned and began to walk out of your room and down the hall, your pretty pink dress falling gracefully to the floor and sways with each step. You were happy, Lloyd and his brother Tangerine were currently out helping the people, so you had the castle to yourself.

You were wondering what you were going to do with your free time. You had many options, you could improve your parkour, do some painting that you always wanted to do but pushed to the side, you could go outside and tend to your flowers. The possibilities were endless and just as you were about to take the last step, a hand wraps around and covers your mouth. Your eyes widen, your hands immediately go up to try and pull whoever it is away. You freeze when they speak, feeling their massive body pressing against you.

“Shh, little Princess. You don’t want to warn the guards now, do you?” Ari Bowser Levinson is the one currently holding you. Your enemy, your rival. The King of The Koopa Kingdom. “That’s a good little Princess, staying nice and quiet for me.” You try to fight the shiver that runs through your body, knowing it’s wrong to feel this way when you are with someone. “Do you know how shit your security system is, Princess? I managed to slip right in, I mean. Someone really bad could’ve broken in and taken you for themselves, don’t you understand how dangerous that is.” He whispers like he isn’t the really bad person. You wiggle, trying to move away but you end up brushing your arse against him instead causing him to groan. “I wouldn’t do that, Princess. Unless you are wanting me to take you right here.”

You stop abruptly and your eyes widen, suddenly everything goes black. You don’t remember anything after that, and when you finally wake with your eyes fluttering open. You look around, confused. The walls and floors are grey, you tilt your head as you notice a large screen resting against the wall. Your attention is brought away from it when Ari enters the room. “Good morning, little Princess! Has my little Princess made herself comfortable in her new home?” He towers over you as he’s around 8 feet tall. He stalks closer, bending over to stare at your sitting form. “I sure hope so, because if I get my way, you will be staying here for the rest of your life!” He grins, and you shiver as it comes off evil-like. His eyes holding something much darker behind them. 

“Screw you and your plan, Ari! I’m sure Lloyd and his brother are already on their way to come rescue me!” You huff, arms crossing over your chest unknowingly pushing your breasts together and giving the older man/monster a lovely view. Your bottom lip juts out and you try to glare at him, failing miserably with how small and cute you are compared to him.

Ari coos, “You are correct, my smart little Princess. As far as I’ve been informed, they are already on their way!” He watches you jump with joy, your breasts bouncing with each movement, and he feels his cock twitch, licking his lips as soon the fun will begin. 

“Really?! They are coming?! That’s great!” You continue to jump, clapping your hands as a giant grin appears on your face. 

Ari laughs, shaking his head and moving closer to you. Backing you into the wall. “Not so fast, little Princess. Not everything is going to be easy for you.” He grins, placing his arm next to you against the wall. Ari directs you toward the screen, his arm wraps around you, making you feel even smaller, those darn tingles appearing again, and you try to push them away knowing how wrong it is. His hand reaches into his pocket, receiving a remote and you eye it. Your eyes move from the remote to his hands, wondering how they can still look so good with the claws. 

You had always heard stories before Ari turned his attention toward you and your kingdom. (Mostly you, but you didn’t think someone would be so obsessed with just you.) He was once a man that got his karma, being turned into half of a turtle. His already big build helped him mutate into something more monstrous. Horns in certain places, claws, sharp fangs, a larger cock. (Not that anyone got to see, but I guess it’ll be your lucky day.) 

Ari snaps you out of your thoughts, smirking when he catches you staring at his hands. “Two days have passed since I kidnapped you, little Princess. Where do you think Lloyd and his brother are now?” He hums.

“I presume they should be knocking at the door to enter the castle, right about now. I think…” You blink up at him, brows furrowed. 

Ari boops your nose, smirking wider than before. “Alright, if you have that much hope in your little boyfriend. Let’s watch it live to see how they are doing, shall we, little Princess?” You both face the tv, his large finger pressing the on button and he grins at your wide tear-filled eyes. 

“They’re at the beginning?! But how?! What are they still doing there?!” You yell in disbelief. Sure, the brothers were a bit slow sometimes, but you would’ve thought that saving you would make them go a bit faster. You begin to scream at the screen, hoping that they would be able to hear you. “It’s been two days, and you are still there?! I’m not even in that fucking world!” Ari chuckles behind his hand as he hears you swear, you look so cute as your cheeks puff out. “I’m in Bowser’s castle! Everyone knows it’s the biggest and most guarded of them all! Those are just fucking decoys!” You stomp your foot, practically throwing a tantrum, not noticing the big bad King sneaking closer behind you. “You fucking idiots! They’ll kill you now! Fucking watch out! That’s just the first Goomba of that level! Don’t let him touch you, you idiots!” 

“This is going to take a while, little Princess. So… Why don’t we have some fun while we wait.” Ari smirks as you turn with a confused look on your face. Before you can react, he rips your dress from your body, and you stand there with wide eyes. “Oh, we are definitely going to have some fun, little Princess.”

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[rowretro]

𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧'𝙨 𝘿𝙖𝙮

(thank this song for my return sober<3 and ofc riki!!!)

✧Warnings: Nothing I know of- tell me if there's any warnings

✧Synopsis: Having a crush on someone can stir up your emotions, one moment, bubbling with love, feeling stupid the next, mind invaded with that person, love signals everywhere, it would feel as though you're in a music video. Y/n is almost convinced he's the one, though she didn't think to ask for his name, she's to shy, after all he's way out of her league. Little did she know, Riki too felt the same, Too shy to approach her.

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Y/n waited patiently, sat on a moss-coated wall her sparkly nails, tapping against the silver case of her phone. it's been a whole 35 minutes since her dear friend Eunchae went in for a date, she was so convinced it would go wrong that she dragged y/n alone just in case. But all y/n could see was her friend smiling and laughing like never before, no red signals. Heck it must be some kind of lover's day, so many couples surrounding her, it's almost sickening. Don't get her wrong, she's all for love, true love, the kind one'd die for, the kind where you can trust someone, the love makes you seem like an idiot.

Y/n pulled out her phone, head down as she connected her Bluetooth earphones, scrolling through Spotify looking for a song she feels like listening to in her playlist. Just as she looked up from her phone, picking a song, she almost fell on her back, gripping on the wall as she stared the small, glowing insect fluttering before her. She had no idea where it came from, the glowing blue butterfly, with black lines painted on it's wings, to created such a intricate design. She turned her head in it's direction, as it flew through a few couples.

Riki parked his car, stepping out of it as he searched for the coupon on his phone. His summer holiday has been nothing but boring so far, a dreading, uneventful month of being woken up early by his Hyung's, doing chores, eating junk and playing video games. Which is why he was out here, yawning, as he pulled up the Papa John's app on his phone. It was a Tuesday after all. As he looked up from his phone, he cussed under his breath, almost falling back against his car's front, as he saw the blue morpho butterfly up close, its wings fluttering away from him. His head turned, a frown adorning his face, but it soon disappeared when he locked eyes with a girl.

Her black hair cut somewhat short, layers flowing out and framing her face, dark eyes somewhat wide, stars reflecting from pupils. Y/n didn't fail to notice those pretty moles of his, one under his eye, just like hers, his lips plump, but his eyes, lovestruck. Never has she ever seen a man like this in these local streets. She frowned as the cars drive past, obstructing their view. Riki groaned, standing by the traffic light. His eye's narrowing at the red light, as he mentally threatened it. His eyes widened as he saw the red stop man move, his hands forming a heart.

Y/n frowned kicked the rock before her, annoyed. One pretty boy, and the polluted roads lost him. Pollution really does do harm after all. She frowned as she stared at the rock she just kicked, it was shaped like a heart. She sighed rolling her eyes, god and his odd ways of sending humans a message through coincidences. She froze in her seat when the bubbles that the kids blew, suddenly formed in the shape of hearts. She's just going crazy. Just in a small distance, between the never ending bubbles, the biggest sign cane walking toward her.

The male himself. Riki had no idea what he was doing, or what he was going to do, but perhaps his hesitation with something as simple as approaching a stylish girl, is what's keeping him from having a fun-filled bright summer. "Hey uhm could you walk me to Papa John's? I'm new here so..." New here? bullshit. He had been here since he was 14. "Uhm it's just there.... where you were earlier...." Y/n said as she mentally facepalmed. Fuck. was he asking her out? "I know.... so would you mind?... I can treat you to some pizza for the burden." He asked again , hopeful and internally screaming, though outside he played it off cool, shocked by how calm he was being.

"Gladly!" She said with a smile. Eunchae can always call her. Plus it seems she's having a blast anyway. Y/n can turn down any pretty boy. A Lee Suho? Han Seojun? but this pretty boy, was worth all her time. So says the world around her, and so says her heart. A small date wouldn't hurt. Riki smiled, staring down at the shorter girl, a smile making it's way to his lips, he so badly wanted to hold her hand in his, talk to her take her on plenty dates. Hopefully he will<3

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