𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞.

Paul Mescal || Hot Ones November 14, 2024

the hope etched onto oliver's features begins to dissipate when he realizes with a sinking feeling in his chest that she's not as easily convinced as he originally thought. "he might be busy, but that doesn't mean you have to be here this late." maybe this is just a stupid crush, but he has no control over how he feels. elia consumes his every waking thought to the point of no return. "who cares? the important question is if you want to get out of this claustrophobic office and come out with me." he beckons, eyeing her with a daring look in his brown hues. "you can't tell me you'd rather be stuck here doing paperwork at my dad's beck and call. or are you just that much of a workaholic?"

she doesn't really understand why oliver was even trying. it makes her wonder if she's given him reasons to believe that she was interested in that idea? she struggles with the idea, especially with how distracted she was at the thought of his father possibly waiting for him in the office for the very reason why she had worn this tight fitting dress and the lack of underwear underneath. "it does mean i have to." she would remind the man, shaking her head as if that might be enough to push him away. little did she know that she wasn't going to be freed from this situation all too easily. it frustrates her, but she tries not to make it obvious, not wanting her secret to be exposed. oliver can't know the true reason why she was here anyways. "i like working for your father." she tells him, lips purse together. "and i know he'd be upset if you've been busy trying to block me from actually working."

“   let's  watch  something  else .   ”   levi  snatches  the  remote  from  her  hand  as  he  flops  down  onto  the  couch  in  the  living  room ,   browsing  the  folders  on  the  usb  he  plugged  in  earlier .   a  sly  smirk  tugs  at  the  corner  of  his  lips  ―   he's  been  waiting  for  a  perfect  opportunity  since  he  came  home  for  the  summer ,   and  it  is  finally  here .   “   it's  a  japanese  anime  i  acidentally  came  across  ―   i  think  you'll  like  it ,   ”   he  says ,   the  lie  smooth  on  his  tongue  as  he  presses  play  and  the  video  begins  to  roll . 

"levi, i was watc—" elia complaining, her voice rising as she watches the way that the movie she was watching disappear from the screen to be replaced with whatever it was that he thought was better than a heart-warming movie she purposefully put on to get tears running down her cheeks, to be moved and find some semblance of relaxation then. she was quick to lose her resolve, sighing heavily in defeat as she watched her older brother get all excited over this movie he had in mind for them. "i don't even like anime, what makes you think i'd like this one?" the frown forms on her lips but it wasn't as if she was stopping him, only choosing to lean back against the couch and possibly give it a shot.

already she knew that if they were found out, it would end horribly. that was part of the reason she never wanted to get involved with one of her father's fighters. there was no doubting that khali was the best of them. he was also the only one who she had even felt such an intense connection to. the few times she had gone to the gym and seen him doing his thing, she had done her best to not let her stare linger. she had no idea why but it felt like there was something between them. that night, it seemed, they were going to find out what it was. she just hoped that it wasn't going to end up being some sort of mistake. it certainly didn't feel like one in that very moment. at first she assumed that maybe she'd get more clear headed given he wasn't touching her. though all it had taken was looking him in the eyes for her to realize how dumb that was. her movement was eager as she attempted to claw at his clothes. she wasn't even thinking about how she was still in her dress. her breath hitched as he pulled his shirt up and off. she barely realized he was loosening his pants due to how fast he moved. he joined her on the bed, climbing on top of her. her face flushed at his demand," want you," she choked out as he pulled her into another kiss. her hands ran along his chest, wanting to explore every inch of him," just want you." she couldn't remember the last time she had been kissed so much. they both seemed desperate for one another. she could barely keep up, feeling breathless. one of her hands ran through his hair as she gasped. there was no denying how hard he was, pressing into her thigh," ne-need you." her voice was nearly a whine as she knew that what she was about to say meant no turning back," need you inside me, please, fuck-i'm going to go crazy."

this was a pr disaster waiting to happen if anyone were to walk in on them right now, see the clothes that had been discarded and just how intensely the pair were staring at each other. khali just couldn't help himself. something about her had always drawn him in, finding the need to work harder during practice whenever she came around to visit to taking the extra time to come and say hey during his breaks. it was almost as if they were waiting for this to happen, for the two to crumble through the cracks and cave into one another. mistake as it might be, but nothing about her in his bed right now made him want her to leave. "baby—" was the first word he breathes out, looking right into those eyes of hers left in awe of how she practically begs for him to touch her. begging to be allowed to let her hands explore the body she's only been allowed to do no more than look. how could he deny her? breathless even with the frantic way that they touched, they kissed and how it felt as if they were wanting to do absolutely anything to bridge the gap felt through the times of longing, of waiting and of aching for one another. hearing her say it, what only his dreams could've done for him would have his hand reaching down for the skirt of her dress trying to push it up against her hips. nodding his head as he kisses along her jawline, sloppy, needy and all the more desperate for her. more kisses, more of his hips rolling against her thigh, more of his pants slipping down to his ankles ready to expose himself to her. "i need you." he gasps out, tongue laying flat against the base of her neck, running up to her ear. he moans her name all too sweetly, eager and desperate for her. " ... god, please let me have you." he'd say letting her go just to have his fingers against the waistband of her underwear, tugging them off her body. didn't matter if she still had clothes on. god, he was desperate.

"bitch, i know when someone fakes cumming and if you were that good of an actress you'd be trying out for a spielberg film." maybe the six tequila shots she had taken were spurring her words on, making her feel like hotter shit than she normally did. but hart's ego was hard to combat, and tequila made her needy. she didn't realize that, though, and with the amount of perverted fans begging for them to do scenes together the lines got a lot more blurred when alcohol was involved. the arguments weren't new, but there was the potential for the two to get physical in a less than favourable way and hart could feel eyes on them. she stumbled into her grip, glaring back at her. "have you been doing too many blowjob povs? is your brain too rattled?" she sneered, though the risk of a fight made her hotter and she would push as many buttons as she could. "i would bet my entire paycheque from the last scene that i could make you cum without cameras around. in fact. i'd bet a whole year's salary that you'd be begging for more after the first one."

already she could feel herself rolling her eyes at the comment. it wasn't anything new, nor was it brilliant of her to even be saying this like that to her. shouldn't have been acting up in a way that could get her in trouble, fighting her words with that of her own especially when she was in a state where the amount of tequila handed to her was making her question her actions more. oddly making her body feel fucking warm just looking at her like that. people were probably tired of them screaming at each other like this, but it doesn't end. "are you jealous about how many dicks want my mouth, is that it?" she spits out at the other, finding the possible jealousy that she felt for her hot to a point that she doesn't stop pushing, doesn't stop riling her up the way that she knew how. "so fucking cocky of you." though the mere idea of begging to cum that good enough that she'd want it all over again was too tempting for her more drunken self. it causes a flush to come over her cheeks, how she looks at her — more like glares at her saying, "you couldn't make me cum even if you wanted to. i doubt you could." sounding almost as if she were challenging her to, because maybe somewhere in the back of her mind, she needed her to try.

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Nicholas Alexander Chavez photographed by David Higgs for Dior.

Jawbreaker (1999, dir. Darren Stein)

　droplets  clung  to  tiny  ringlets  hacked  across  valerie’s  forehead,  streamlined  down  her  face  and  neck  where  curls  sat  sopping.  the  rain  was  a  welcomed  refresher  initially  —  before  it  soaked   through  her  dress,  fabric  sticking  to  her  frame  and  weighing  her  down  with  each  tired  step  she  took.  she’d  lost  any  and  all  track  of  time  at  that  point,  cloudy  skies  posing  as  a  difficulty.  was  it  morning  still?  afternoon?   how  long  had  she  been  walking?  clearly  long  enough  where  she’d  nearly  lost  all  feeling  in  her  arm,  elbow  locked  in  place  in  an  attempt  to  flag  the  lone  vehicles  that  rolled  by  every  once  in  a  while.  maybe  they  were  right,  maybe  the  world  was  full  of  cruel,  selfish  people  after  all;  but  she  swore  to  herself  she’d  never  return.  the  tut  of  an  engine  drew  her  from  her  daze,  sound  of  tires  gliding  against  the  rain-slick  road  prompting  her  to  wiggle  her  thumb.  “  c’mon.  ”  a  murmur  as  she  pivoted  on  her  heel  to  face  the  set  of  headlights coming towards her.

as the rain crashed down onto the windows of his truck, hunter's plans for the day were immediately ruined by the grey that painted the sky, the horrible way that the wind blew and how none of it screamed like good potential for him to be out biking. he had found a trail up north his home, and was supposedly going to try it out as a little break from being all cooped up in his studio. did the rain pour as some stroke of luck? maybe not to him, but to the lonesome he spots out by the road. absolutely drenched with the rain, arm extended out as a silent plea to free her from the tortures of what this weather could do for her. he was seeing a girl out there, right? his hand flicks against the handle that causes his wipers to move faster, make sure he wasn't hallucinating it. with cloth looking so heavy, clinging onto every inch of her skin, she probably needed a car. was she lost? a runaway? perhaps a crime scene waiting to happen? either way, he takes the risk and pulls up to her, rolling down his window as confusion takes shape in his expression — the scrunched brows, a frown resting on his lips as he asks her, "you alright down there?" a rhetorical question perhaps, but it was his silent, subtle way of checking to see if she needed any help. could he be the savior she's been waiting on?

DEV PATEL Monkey Man (2024) dir. Dev Patel

THE IDEA OF YOU Dir. Michael Showalter

her gaze follows the silhouette of their figure as they approch her, a brooding intensity radiating both in the flecks of her irises and the faint lines in her features. "it's actually insane how much i hate the way i don't hate you." the bridge between them starts to close and she can feel her willpower to stay emotionally distant crumbling into dust. it's even harder now that they're only a breath away. her fingers can't resist from making a move, reaching to graze the tips along their cheek before framing the side of their face with her palm. "i miss you when you're not here with me, and then i can't stand you half the time we're together." what a goddamn paradox.

they scream, they yell and they make an absolute mess of each other that anyone could've easily deemed it unhealthy. it was a bond that could so easily have concerned loved ones telling them to stop, be freed from such toxicity and negativity and find avenues where love was easy. the thing about that thought was how angelo didn't want things easy, he wanted the screaming, the crying and the way he wanted to rip his hair out. despite him seething at the sight of isabella, he doesn't move away from her. he doesn't stop her from touching him, from holding him closer to her and from admitting to him what they couldn't say. "you have no idea what the fuck you do to me." he tells her, rationale telling him to pull back but his body forcing it to hush as he turns to kiss the palm of her head. "you drive me crazy, and i hate you for it. i can't stand you, isabella, but ... you're all i think about." truly gone mad, all because of her.