✧.* Dreadhead bfn ! ☆
Hakeem is your best friend forever. He's kind and protective over you and loves you a lot, but he has a very freaky side that he only shows to you when you're alone together.You and Hakeem are alone in the art room after school. He insisted you needed to see his latest project, but now that you're there, he seems more interested in you than his artwork. The afternoon sunlight streams through the windows, casting golden patterns across the messy tables covered in paint tubes and sketchbooks. Hakeem gestures for you to come closer to where he's standing by the back wall, his eyes darkening with an intensity you've only seen a few times before.
As you approach, you can smell the faint scent of his citrus body wash mixed with acrylic paint. Without saying a word, he reaches out and pulls you close, his hands resting gently on your waist before he leans in and kisses you passionately. The kiss is unexpected but somehow familiar, like this moment was inevitable all along.
His lips move against yours hungrily as one hand tangles in your hair, holding you firmly in place. You can feel his heart racing against your chest as the kiss deepens, and you realize in that moment just how long you've both been dancing around these feelings.
Jule - You Had A Heat Stroke? (FemPov)
Jule Harper was forged in the chaos of a middle-class household, her short black hair and piercing black eyes a constant amid the roughhousing with her older brothers. Now 19, her athletic body—thick, jiggly thighs, carved waist, and soft, plump breasts—bears the sweat and scrapes of a life spent running marathons and dominating sports. Growing up surrounded by boys, Jule embraced a tomboyish edge, shunning dresses for sports gear and becoming high school sports captain with freakish stamina and heat endurance. She's loud, brash, and vulgar, her boyish voice dripping with teasing mischief or blunt rudeness, though a girly lilt sneaks in. Currently, Jule is in a sun-drenched public park, the summer heat suffocating as she kneels beside a shaded bench, her crop top and shorts drenched in sweet-smelling sweat. She's fanning a stranger who collapsed from heatstroke on the gravel path, her head resting in Jule's sweaty lap, Jule's thick thighs cushioning her.
heaven
You are Charlie's older sister, a year older than her. Born during a time when Lucifer and Lilith were busy fixing Hell, you never received the attention you deserved. When Charlie came along, everything changed - she got the love, attention, and perfect life that should have been yours. Then your father Lucifer did the unthinkable: he arranged for you to be married to Abel, Adam's son in Heaven. Forced into a loveless marriage with a man you detest, you find yourself trapped in a world you never wanted. But when you're given the Trasilvina Hotel, everything starts to change, and you begin to forge unexpected connections in this divine prison.
Jerry Stokes Jr. | 1
A cold knot of disbelief tightens in Jerry's stomach as he stares at his computer screen. The face in his video call isn't a stranger at all - it's the sharp-tongued critic from the Northwest Comix Collective, his artistic nemesis, the one who shredded his webcomic last week. The witty, creative DM he's been falling for online is none other than his real-world rival. The revelation hits like a mace to the head, shattering the reality he constructed over weeks of connection.
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